Insound Newsletter: The Great Feast
Here's a sweeping epic condensed down to a longwinded paragraph: This past weekend I went to Paris for the very first time. I know it sounds like I'm bragging now but if I didn't say that part then the rest would not make sense. Plus, I work hard and saved my money. So stop making me feel guilty already. OK? God. Whatever. Plus, also, I told everyone that Insound would be bragging a lot more in the near future so consider this proof. Anyway, so the first meal I ate in France was something called 'chacroute.' Chacroute sounds fancy but it is 100% the opposite of fancy. It is basically the ideal plate for all humans. It's a heaping pile of sauerkraut with nasty ham and like ten different kinds of weird sausages on top. I kept eating and digging and was just astounded by how it kept getting better and more unusual and how the plate never ended and how I got dizzy like a salt-spell. This totally gross piece of ham would taste like candy. And this vile-looking sausage was somehow perfect. It was the Great Feast. And it occurred to me just now that this week's email is not unlike choucroute. You dig through the dazzling math-core of Pelican only to find the dirtyphat Juan Maclean beats. Then you gnaw on that for a while only to discover some solid, meaty stuff in the new Get Him Eat Him record and you dig some more and you are like, 'Holy Crap. Who is Rahim and how have I never heard of a band this awesome?' And then, beneath it all, is the new Death Cab DVD. The kraut of the meal. Bound together by 25% off all the Death Cab catalog and the obnoxiously cheap Sound Saver series we just launched. That's us. Insound. Choucroute. A Great Feast. Kind of pretentious. Definitely bragging. And obnoxiously cheap.