Cassettes Won't Listen is the what makes indie fans love what they do, they are impossible to find, amazing to listen to, and hard to explain to the plebs. Go ahead, look them up, yeah, they have a Myspace, so I guess they aren't that impossible, but if you want to find anything but the new debut album Small Time Machine, well sir/madam, good luck to you! Not that you will have to look much farther then this great album, although a measly seven songs, the good music is squeezed in like an overstuffed suitcase. From start to finish, Cassettes show off what they do best, pound those electronic ivories like Max Headroom himself. W.W.W.When they do get around to using a guitar in The Broadcast they do it with such emphasis that you are left wondering why they don't use it more, oh wait, that's why, the S.S.S.Synthesizer kicks ass. They are so good at what they do, that they have spent the last few years re-mixing other band's songs, proving they didn't invent the chicken sandwich, they just made it better. The album's highlights include the haunting Freeze and Explode and the appropriately titled last song, The Finish Line. With plenty of cool in between and lots of lost internet gems(your charge young indie lover), this band, like the eternal year-away Postal Service follow-up, will leave you wanting more, and that is a good thing.....I think.
Sounds like: The Figurines; DNTEL; Postal Service; Snap, Crackle, Pop (ok, I made that last one up)
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