My Spine: Pandit

Some days I think that the resurgence in beautiful melodies and gentle lyrics about lips getting old, taking hands and generally getting a bit touchy feely is because the kids that were into Conor Oberst got fed up of getting bullied by their workmates.

(Although maybe they still are; surely people who read blogs are getting slushied like a lo-fi Glee club? answers on a postcard US-ers)

Wiping his tears and de-icing his face along with Wild Nothing, Perfume Genius and of course Bradford Cox is Pandit, the voice of Texan Lance Smith (sometimes with his friends Adam Floyd and the fricken awesomely named Dalton Different). Far from folky waling, when he uses fuzz it sounds less like a trendy effect more like an instrument of heartbreak and the songs are characteristically slow burning with an intimate hiss suggesting they were recorded curled up on his bed clutching a childhood blanket and a mini korg.

Don't worry Pandit, you're the cool one really.

Pandit is the Lefse gunna-be of the day. Greedy bastards.

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