Shapes on Tape тексты песен
Исполнитель · 36 слушателей в месяц
Альбомы исполнителя
Legends in the Process
2020 · альбом
Goodness Comes in Time
2019 · сингл
Climb
2018 · сингл
Ride Into the Weekend
2018 · сингл
So Much
2018 · сингл
Ctrl Yr Heart
2018 · сингл
Get Ready
2017 · сингл
Fountain of Youth
2017 · сингл
Personal Enemy #1
2017 · сингл
My One and Only True Love
2017 · сингл
Wide Angle Eyes
2016 · сингл
No Bummers
2016 · сингл
Little Higgs Boson
2015 · сингл
Motivational Speakers
2015 · Мини-альбом
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Биография
Shapes on Tape is a Brooklyn-based Brew-Wave/Ultrapop group whose infectious hook-laden three-minute bangers represent a new era where loud guitars and synthesizers can coexist and even party together. A band that once made L Magazine implore U2 to "move over and let Shapes on Tape seize the thrown(sic)," Shapes on Tape asks the question, "What if Walter Mondale had won?" Genre-hopping producer/multi-instrumentalist/90s groovebox enthusiast Adam Kruckenberg, formerly of Midwest glam legend Vibralux, and guitarist/poet Jason Matuskiewicz, a veteran of beloved Lexington, KY band Candidate, began collaborating in 2014, but they didn't complete their sound, best described as a sonic assault of feels, until they expanded SoT to include live rock drums. Matuskiewicz’s lyrics and straightforward style walk the line between high and low concept with an abrupt 3-chord frankness that never takes itself seriously, while Kruckenberg’s powerful vocals and synthetic re-imaginings take the songs to epic proportions. Combined with Heaverin's unstoppable groove, you could be forgiven for wondering when The Boss had time to do a secret collaboration with Erasure. With the help of Grammy-nominated producer and Hedwig alum Justin Craig, SoT's forthcoming album Legends in The Process is sure to be a supersonic, beer-fueled dreamscape littered with the carcasses of _-waves and _-cores. Sounds like: The imaginary greatest band that ever existed that haunted your dreams when you were 8 years old.