Word of advice to musicians: send us your music when it's in its tadpole stage. Then we can bemoan when you start writing codas and second choruses, and graduate from college.
On that note, thanks for the jams Kinder Garden. The bedroom recorder from Philadelphia has a propensity to harmonize with himself in a vortex of ricocheting loops and feedback haze, and 54 profile views on his MySpace page. Less unhinged than a city star like U.S. Girls, but speaking in the same tongues, right down to the unspoken rule of brevity in which none of his tracks exceed two and a half minutes, yet.
