According to Alex Moulton’s label, Expansion Team Records, Exodus is “a 70 minute journey inspired by the synthesizer pioneers of the late 70s,” but you probably figured that already. Well, either that or a post-apocalyptic concept album in which the only people left to clothe the world’s populace are the designers who keep insisting on inflicting gladiator sandals on the feet of red-carpet-strutting starlets.
new releases today from Alex Moulton and Ready Fire Aim [Expansion Team Records]
I would say just give him the award now, but I know (sure as I’m sitting here) there’s going to be something three times worse by Dec. 31st.
I think you guys mean “MOST MIND-MELTINGLY AMAZING Album Cover of the Year.”
I think it kicks ass.
Wow, 70’s van art makes a comeback. What’s next, shag carpets?
Apparently it’s an honest-to-god Boris Vallejo cover.
I mean…. this cover only works if you happen across this album on vinyl 30 years from now at a garage sale. Sorry to be the hater in the group.
Has the cover of the new Ratatat album been brought up in this column yet? That is some freaky freakiness. Look it up on Amazon if you haven’t seen it. What the hell is that figure in the center?
Hating this cover DOES NOT COMPUTE
Did dude buy those pants at a WCW garage sale?
Hey, I dig this Frank Frazetta-style cover. It’s a more entertaining view than the mininalist, “We live in a post-structuralist world!” covers I usually see in the electronic music world that I write about.
this is great. and based on her suit, leg tassles dude is rescuing her from a burning swimmig pool in south beach…or pretty much anywhere in vegas…which gives us frame of reference.
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BLAST OFF TO THE FUTURE!!!
That’s what hits me. Dude looks like the Gunslinger.
Mmmmm, jerky pants.
Reminds me of the time I came up behind my girlfriend, put my arms around her and kneed her in the groin. Wait. That never happened.
Do you think this is available as a denim jacket back patch?
@Cam/ron: I agree. The album doesn’t sound half bad either.
Jean-Michael Jarre is plenty proud, I’m sure.
Holy fuckin’ whoa.