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Ike Snopes

Ike Snopes playing as DJ Miller in Small AxeWhoops. I'm stoned to the beejeezus listening to the new album, Reshaping a Dream, by Ike Snopes. This review was supposed to be in weeks ago. I'm also supposed to be up by seven — shaven by 7:30 and on a private island with someone's breakfast by nine. It's 3am. If I was a gambling man I'd say a safe bet is that someone's waiting for their breakfast. Just a hint, it won't be me. Snopes' new record is a synthetic dream remembered. In all of its cordial politeness there is real fantastic blend of good and evil. It's as if there's an orgy at orgasm between my ears. Ike Snopes could very well be the musical accompaniment to my Sapphic wedding meditations.

Strumming blues guilt me like he knew everything from over my shoulder. "Everything you said I kept it in my head." The hidden lyrics are what parents should've been worried about when they played KISS albums backwards. Remember when Tipper Gore told us the PMRC should exist? Our taxes are paying for the shit you hated when you were a kid. Your taxes are paying for a committee to put those black and white PARENTAL ADVISORY stickers on music. But these are things that Snopes doesn't give a fuck about. This is high fidelity at its best. If you're like me, you're outside wearing headphones, smoking a bowl, drinking Steadman wine, listening to this release over and over. There's four songs at the end of this review, don't read the rest of it, just listen to the fucking tunes. Then buy the whole album because it is fucking sick.

Crystal guitar picking and vibrant distortions give this record the dream quality of an Oak tree limb growing into the vista of your cliff-side view of the sunset. The lyrics are coated in liquid bass lines that drip wax sarcasm all over your hippie candle. You will kick your beads and your girlfriend will ask "What's wrong?" and you will rock out because I'm for damn sure your weed is better than mine. And I'm losing my fucking mind.

In conclusion, I'd suggest buying this album. It's coming out on Collar City Records. They've got a MySpace page, you know. Ike Snopes has a MySpace page, too, but it's pretty crappy since he's the sort of musician who works on music instead of MySpace. —ES

Unlikely is proud to present four songs from the yet-to-be released Reshaping the Dream:

The rows of Pine: 3.6 megs
Already Dead: 2.5 megs
Genevieve: 3.1 megs
Strange Hibernation: 3.7 megs

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