Dealer’s Choice – The Yips / The Human Fly Dealer’s Choice – The Yips / The Human Fly

poker2I assure you this edition of Dealer’s Choice is being done under slight nausea of a searing SXSW hangover. Yes, that’s right the party couldn’t last forever and two of our editors are back to slowly walk to the kitchen and drink straight from the tap with a focused obsession. Just have an untoasted bagel, 1/4th of a banana and finish this Hi-C and then you can sit down for a little bit. Pinpoint is excited to bring you two more picks mined from the hills of contemporary music. These beauties will fetch a nice price at your latest dinner party or weekly board meeting. Perhaps a shower is in order. You can just curl up on the tub floor and let the warm water do its magic.

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yipsThe Yips
“Suss It Out” From The Yips EP (2013)

There are a lot of adjectives floating around The Yips debut EP. I have heard dark, moody, haunting, terrifying. Though some of those may apply and some were made up by myself, a simple fact remains: The Yips can write a memorable melody and killer hook. Aside from “Suss It Out” which has become my spring anthem, the entirety of The Yips EP is buried in competent writing. From the moody “Clay” to the haunting “Blood Meridian,” The Yips swing to the beat of slightly dark surf garage. There are still tons of reason to tap your toes though they will come with foreboding thoughts.

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flyThe Human Fly
“Moth” from Everything Feels Bad All at Once (2012)

Oh, sweet bedroom gloom…how you comfort me in these strange hours between the swollen darkness of months and the screaming yen of spring’s errant fire. I first learned of The Human Fly through the good graces of Enemies List and their recent XMas record, The Haunting Presents (because, of course, that’s what Dan Barrett called it) and promptly fell in love with this tight-jawed loner whose tales of subtle loathing and soft acceptance of woe were melodious enough to be devastating but maintained enough poetic ambiguity to keep me from wanting to shake the ever-living shit out of him and his laptop for making such cheap work of my carefully guarded feelings. Then he reached out to us, directly. Now he has a band (maybe he did all along). They even play shows which seems strange from this record but when considered with its companion, Everything II: Variations on a Theme, actually makes a whole lot of sense and might even be a little badass.



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