Sometimes, it seems like the ambient noise around us reduces reality (reality, as in, cars driving down the street, cashiers scanning groceries, dogs barking) to pixels, beats and sensations. The crowded conditions of modern life abstracts anything imbued with meaning. Meaning (i.e. that which transmits value of some kind to the object) is diffused into style. At that point, what are we left with? Coolness. Hotness. Sexuality, I suppose. Sex can survive, as can hunger. The body reigns.

Today, I discovered Loney, Dear's "I Got Lost" and listened to it 10 times, still wanting more. It recalls the soundtrack of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (as well as the opening sequence of Battlestar Galactica), with the sensibility and vocal track of Radiohead (perhaps even a dash of Sigur Ros?). Anyway, it's the perfect tune to accompany this feeling of d-e-t-a-c-h-m-e-n-t.

1. "I Got Lost" - Loney, Dear, Dear John, 2008

2. "Take Warning" - Operation Ivy, s/t, 1990

3. "What She Came For" - Franz Ferdinand, Tonight: Franz Ferdinand, 2009