I miss the Slo Po Ah, for the good old days of cheery songs about shrunken heads and blimps while crowding out coffee shops. I know Andrew, Trott and the rest of the rapscallions have moved on to other things, but can't I just indulge my nostalgia?
Get down with the weird I've been a Slow Poisoners fan for five years now, and I still have a hard time describing them. It was the theremin and paper machier head with the bubbles coming out that drew me in, and the strait-jacket escapes and conga line to "Todo Es Mal" (an anthem to evil in high school Spanish) that kept my attention. Their music constantly changes and evolves, but the mainstays are Andrew's ethereal, creepy lyrics and vocals and Rich's mastery of seemingly every instrument in the entire universe, often at the same time. If Edward Gorey had a rock band, it would be the Slow Poisoners.
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