No, I am not talking about myself.
I've been listening to Rules by The Whitest Boy Alive all morning. The album isn't extraordinary, but it's really good. The music is disconcerted and funky, and each instrument is expressed in its own spatial layer. Vocalist/guitarist Erlend Øye (Kings of Convenience) is the reason I gave them a chance, but as I've discovered this album over time, it is not his vocal presence that brings me back to it. The sound is unremarkable, not at all German, and I love it. It is great subway music. Give them a try.
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