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Remix Roundup /// Vol. 8 – Reflect & Unwind

I can’t believe it’s August already. I can’t believe TBE is almost 6 months old. I can’t believe this is the 8th roundup of remixes. I can’t believe you are still reading this. OK, now I really can’t believe it. I cant. Seriously, nothing you say can make me believe you are still reading this. It’s called belief dude, it’s personal, I don’t have to explain or justify it. I mean, yeah, I guess if I saw you reading it I would ‘believe’ but that’s not even the point. The point is that there are so many fresh remixes down there and you are still reading this garbage. Some people, man, some people.

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Modernaire demand that you Faites Vos Jeux, OK?

Modernaire

apparently murder is out of fashion so i got put away for a crime of passion

Modernaire – Faites Vos Jeux

Quick! What does this artwork make you think about Modernaire?

  1. “Modernaire?” That’s what it says?
  2. They are a post-electro noise-core punk duo who used to be really into Crystal castles.
  3. They have never met in person and create music via snail mail/internet like Postal Service or Bike For Three!
  4. The chick is dumb. (Doesn’t know the difference between a bandanna and a very small rug)
  5. They are about to rob the shit out of you.

If you guessed 5 then you are the most right! “Faites Vos Jeux” (French for “make your games”) starts out all Alice’s Restaurant and then breaks out into a full on song about heartbreak and aggravated robbery. “Bang bang baby, hand over the cash. Speed it up sugar, come on I’m in a rush now” demands either Cruella de Mill or Chesty La Rue (who can tell, right?) as the perfect electro hook rolls beneath. How hot is that? Modernaire sound electro but I guess they fancy themselves a traditional pop band and perform as such. Sweet. “Faites Vos Jeux” is their new single and lets just hope that it will be followed by more awesomeness on a full LP. Oh, and their are 4 peeps in the group. Where are the other two? Probably rifling through your mom’s jewelry box, dummy! I warned you!

Bury your face in Chesty La Rue… I mean MySpace