Aitches, Dead Men's Shoes

I sit on my bed and try to zone out. In the summer I tend to lose track of days. In this new town there is not a whole lot to do but read. Coming home from boarding school has only made things more confusing. I hate it there but I hate it even more when I come home. Now there is no home, we are in a new house entirely. Even though school was hell at least there was something to do everyday. There were people around, not that I had any friends, except Joey. The sun hits my eyes and I put on my sunglasses. I sit in my new room and try not to think. The movers are lifting and shouting outside. As they move all of my mothers furniture into the house. I here them grunting as they lift another antique but the music is as loud as it will go. Something taps my shoe and I try to ignore it. I focus my mind deep inside, I try to escape. the tapping continues, it is persistent. Slowly I take off my glasses and peer through the glare streaming in through my shadeless windows. My mother is mouthing something and yanking at invisible headphones. I turn off the music,
"What?"
"Sweety, the movers need to get in here."
She glares at me but her mind is already unfocused. She has moved on and past me, im crossed off the list and now she looks at the window. Her better homes and gardens mind probably thinking what pattern would best suit my room when I move out in the fall. I remove myself from the bed and pass the movers as they grapple with an ancient armoire that holds my cloths.
"Careful."

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Unleash the Fury! AKA (Introduction)

That's right, I'm about to open a 24 oz. can of overly-opinionated, purely subjective, half-insane rambling hyperbole on all of you unwitting, hapless readers. BWAHAHAHA! What's that? Oh. We don't have any readers yet? Well fear not. I won't let that little unimportant fact stand in the way of my rants and ravings. Why, I could even stand toe to toe with a brick wall for a good 40 minutes doing nothing but screaming my usual stream of hilarious rightness at it until it's opinion is swayed. And yes, I HAVE done this before. HAHA! So, readers or no readers be damned, YOU will hear, better yet, read what I have to say. And why do I do this dear readers...er...reader...er...no one...because it's important! I'm important. I guarantee that at some point the information that you garner from my posts will save your life. Because that's what I do. I'm in the business of saving lives. I'm also in the business of shaving wives...but that's much less lucrative.

Let's get down to business. I am Pancanbra. I have always been Pancanbra and will always be Pancanbra. When you sleep, Pancanbra stands steadfast, humbly towing the line between justice and insanity. He doesn't need your thanks, appreciation, or monetary sacrifices. But you WILL give these things to him anyway. The name is pronounced pan (as in frying pan) CAN (as in can of coke) and bra (as in bruh or the beginning of brush). Get it right. One mistake could cost you your life. And I WILL be testing you. I am always testing you.

What shall I be writing about? That's a good question. Thank you for asking. You're welcome. The answer is not a simple one...also, if you knew what I was writing about WHY would you bother reading it? Is your mind blown yet? It better be. I suppose that throughout the rest of our relationship (that being the relationship I now have with you the reader...and no, you can't dump me) I will be ranting and raving on whatever strikes my fancy. I am also an avid fan of games of sport, so you can expect these posts as well. Although I will not write about politics or religion. These things are beneath me. Literally. I sit upon a stack of books about politics and religion. And they're boring. Which is why I won't write about these topics. Ultimately, my writings will be the greatest thing pen has ever put to paper...or in this case keyboard to blog site. And I don't want to ruin the ending but there's a chance one of you may die...there's an equal chance that one of you may not...ever.

TEE JEE! GO! FIGHT! DAN DEACON REVIEW!

Have you heard of Dan Deacon? Do you love searingly complex beats with superb instrumentation? How about something else that ends in "n?" Look no further. Dan Deacon is the peak of intelligent dance musix at the moment with EVERYTHING THAT I mentioned before, of course that only adds up to one compliment, but if you know me, that's a lot.
But you don't know me, so you shouldn't care!!! OUR LOVE WILL NEVER BE FREE!
Most recently Dan, the usually one man band from Mary-LAND released the album Bromst, and since it's spring release I haven't stopped listening to it for more than a week.
What sets Mr. Deacon apart from most other music is the extreme quirky complexity that's present in pretty much all his songs, couple that with his usage of a voice manipulator to sound like a chipmunk, and you've got something spun out of a mystical daydream.
He's also half dragon with a sprinkling of magic.
Also, during shows he pretty much hypnotizes everyone in the crowd to engage in CRAZY HIJINKS. wow I remember the quality of that video being higher.
What was I talking about?
You may have noticed from the above video that Dan gets in the crowd when he's doing a show. He's typically never up on a stage.
THE SONGS!

1: Build Voice

The album kicks off with a slow building powerhouse that features brass accompaniment and a player piano that's been digitally fed it's lines to play things that no human could.

2: Red F
Because of the jarring background noise that is largely present for the beginning of the song, this is easily my least favourite song on the album. Hearkening back to Dan's circuit-bending days, the name of the game here is distortion. The layered vocals also feature that chipmunk voice that I mentioned. It starts harsh so much so that I usually skip this track, but it finishes smooth....ly to

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Setting Things Up

Hello. You've stumbled upon one of the greatest bands since Van Halen did that crossover with Iggy and the Stooges. Details will follow, but you should rest assured and in a puddle of sticky expectation that more material will be put up later.
You COULD get excited but that would be in poor taste.