Hanglide Thru Yer Window
'The Desoto Reds have a calling: to remind us that brainy white people's music can be fun. (If you listened to nothing but Radiohead, who could stand your company?) Alex Sterling and company continue to delight and refresh with their original mix of ideas and sound on Hanglide Thru Yer Window, their third release.' - Carrie Mason, West Coast Performer 'It can be startling when a band so blindingly talented rips open your ears in new ways. It can be scary (how is it possible to hear things this new way), angering (someone is now making music better than my ex-favorite how dare they replace my throb?) and invigorating (it's about time I heard something that mixed the highly refined lexicon of The Decemberists with the daydreaming whimsy of Of Montreal). It's all uplifting to get a new favorite to slip into the rotation. California's Desoto Reds mix such a swath of influences together that each song is a different conglomerate of greatest hits taking a new form. Hanglide Thru Yer Window puts listeners back on a short-stacking musical bicycle with wobbly training wheels and forces them to learn how to ride again, regaining the feeling of what it's like when balance is conquered and the wheels are removed for the first solo ride.' - SM, Punk Planet Issue #63 'If life were as real as the songs in Desoto Reds' second album, Hanglide Thru Yer Window, we would all ride blue hydroplanes and have an affair with Julia Roberts. Only in the minds of this Oakland quartet is life so absurd and oh-so Yellow Submarine with it's made-up characters and everyday ambient noise for sonic filler. On the opening track, 'Allowed Loud,' bicycle bells, a poppy organ beat that reminds me of Sesame Street, and lead singer Alex Sterling's innocent voice rising over the jangles can make for some Belle and Sebastian overload, though it becomes apparent the Reds prefer their twee mixed with new wave psychedelia rather than emotional pop. By relying heavily on synthesizers, Moog, overzealous organ, and violin to flesh out their sound, they've created an album of almost near perfect jingles. Filled with catchy rhythms, impromptu drumbeats, unexpected harmony, and quirky lyrics as in 'Tupper in the Fridge,' with it's insane musing 'Has a smell to it / The rider on the range tastes a little strange,' this is an album for people who prefer their music to be more fun than life-altering.' - Stephanie Laemoa, San Francisco Bay Guardian.
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