Happy Hours #9 w/ Hydro Majestic: Happening Hours

This one is really special. The one and only Hydro Majestic took the Happy Hours to some out there places. Think: an after hours party at the Silver Factory but with records from the future. Think: the end of RWF’s Berlin Alexanderplatz when that Suicide track kicks in. Think: black-leather-jacket-amphetamine-continuum. Think: banging on shit. Think: blown out speakers. Think: the explosion in Zabriski Point without that shlocky Pink Floyd track. Think: highly compressed electric 12-string guitars. Think: dilated pupils. Think: wide eyed longing. Think: the type of sincerity that will eventually turn into cynicism but hasn’t yet. Think: cheap drum machines. Think: barely holding it together. Think: HEY WAIT DID YOU HEAR THAT?!?!? Think: strobe lights. Think: tape hiss. Think: earnest New Zealand teenagers in the 80s, recording their only 7 inch. Think: the eerie feeling when Bryan Ferry sings about his breath being inside you. Think: blacked out windows and not knowing what day it is. Think: treble. Think: fuzz. Think: tingling. Think: dirty acid. Think: strychnine. Think: I’M KINDA FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW…

Or… you know… just listen for yourself.