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Sport of Form
I love it when a song immediately reminds me of something else. Not in a blatant rip off kind of way, but something sneakier and flashing. A tiny detail in the bass, or a vocal melody that twists sharply away from the familiar. I can’t always recall the source material tugging away at my sleeve, but when I do, there is always a reward for solving the puzzle.
It happened this morning while I was listening to the absolutely blistering, genius first single, Sport of Form, by The Armed. I kept returning to the satisfying explosions and deteriorations in the first minute of the song when it finally clicked. Wet and Rusting, by Menomena. Maybe you won’t hear what I do. Take a listen and let me know?
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