Pictureplane (lol seriously?)

http://i25.tinypic.com/313g7m1.jpg

Somebody please back me up here. I realize Stereogum and Pitchfork are slaves to pr junk and their own pageviews, and I always go in reading them with that in mind. But they honestly seem to be getting off on what this dickhole with a Casiotone is doing... like they've never heard cheap synthpop before. HE IS NO GOOD. HE IS TERRIBLE.

Maybe it's just because I've been listening to the Valerie cabal for a couple years now, and a lot of the unassociated artists that have come up because of the Valerie buzz (and plenty that haven't), but there are no less than 100 (maybe even 1,000) people out there making music similar to this but VERY MUCH better than this.

But this chump breezes into town and whips up the tastemakers? WTF I HATE YOU 2009

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bdzBawi5mXg

my roommate tried to sell me on them. horrible sounds, horrible vocals. give me deastro over this any day.

Walking past clusters of drifters and ducking into Rhinoceropolis, Denver's leading alt-space, means being greeted with a bear hug from a charismatic, scraggly boy with a mullet named Travis Egedy. The much-needed d.i.y. venue that he helps operate is first and foremost the living space of young artists like himself, with tiny compartments for rooms literally built in stacks on top of each other, a maze-like path through the space lined from floor to ceiling with still-wet psychedelic paintings and packed out with excited kids, and the back of the house entirely open-ended, with easy access to skate-ready industrial obstacles and a view of bright downtown Denver, which feels very much off in the distance.

This loose creative hub is the unlikely breeding ground for Travis Egedy a/k/a Pictureplane's glamorous, runway-ready dance hits, which blend dizzying '90s trance and house, '80s pop diva vocals, and a kitchen-sink aesthetic of manipulated sounds and samples, sometimes irreverently shredded into unrecognizable blips and screeches of noise. Pictureplane stops at nothing to achieve pure electro-fantasy, and excels at mixing hot beats from dubstep and hip-hop with reverb-soaked, come-hither vocals into a gauzy shoegaze dreamscape. Picture if Nite Jewel had a little brother who was a producer; there's huge appeal for darker subcultures here, and Dark Rift surely seeks out closet goths and '80s Victorian fetishists with all those harpsichord synth sounds. Folks who lose it for Crystal Castles (check out Pictureplane's remix) will be hooked on this second full-length, a sublime descent into guilt-free retro dance music -- guaranteed to get the party started!

first paragraph sounds like hell. second describes the soundtrack to hell.

easily the most boring show i saw at SXSW (AND I ACCIDENTALLY SAW PART OF A GRIZZLY BEAR SET)

I recall Flashion was ok, no idea if it has been given a proper release. The rest I've heard of him is pretty terrible.