Feb. 26th, 2005
Imagine a dust cloud large enough to cover the entire United States. You fear it, you try to avoid it, but you can’t help but admire the vastness of it all. You step outside and cover your eyes, but you make the mistake of peeping through the cracks of your fingers and then without warning it happens; you get dirt in your eye.
Comparable to such an incomprehensible occurrence is the rapid rise to fame experienced by the Florida based outfit known as Inuit Jargon. You’ve heard the name everywhere, you were afraid at first to give such a popular band a listen — afraid it would ruin your indie rock cred — but then you made that sweet, sweet mistake. If you’re anything like me, the Jargon has taken over your speech and aural sensations as well as various other parts of your body. Just this weekend, their massive tour bus left some dirt in my eye that I’m still unable to remove.
Who are these dapper gentlemen taking the world by storm — these highly enigmatic electricos, these musical marauders churning their various influences into the smoothest blend of audible butter?
What’s an electrico?
Does this really matter?
Of course it matters. (There’s an emphasis on that period mind you.)
Here’s what I do know. They rock, and they’re comprised of three base members with underrated but definitely appreciated assistance from the infamous one, DJ Tanner.
Ladies and gentlemen… This is their story