ill lit


	ill lit
	ill lit gives us songs that are elegies of American lostness, road music for a new breed of pioneers. Any person who is no longer young, and not yet old: rootless human beings of scattered family, no land, and only a home away from no-home. Who are nonetheless burdened with lustful urges to build something, somewhere; to say something, to someone: to call out of the ruins of all this glorious fucked-up American freedom we own. - as taken from Sound Collector Containing the best elements of vintage Americana and electronic cut-and-paste sonic pastiches, ill lit's debut album "WACMusic" endeavors to turn the perfect pop song on its head. ill lit is the brainchild of d. ahearn and m. moser, both veterans of the Brooklyn music scene in their former bands Burakumin and Men.Their unique construct of ambient home-recorded noise serving as background to a more traditional rendering of folk/country music might seem, at first, overly ambitious, but the resulting sound is inspired.	The album is a sonic marvel - earnest vocals tinged with honeyed twang rising over the soothing white-noise of loops, beats and a battered boombox. Add to the mixture lyrics that seem to have sprung from the mind of Hunter Thompson and Cormac McCarthy's bastard love-child and there you have what is so appealing about the band. ill lit makes music that is both fantasy and disillusionment, loyalty and revolution, broken-hearted but ever hopeful.
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