There was a time in the 80s when a lot of people enjoyed truly anguishing, borderline funereal music. Bands like Dead Can Dance, This Mortal Coil and to some extent also Japan (and later David Sylvian) who dared to mix sadness with weirdness in their music, actually managed to sell a lot records. We are not sure if the stars will align to favor a similar situation in the near future (although we doubt "lots of records" will ever be sold by anybody again), but if they did, Brooklyn electro-freak band Nicholas Nicholas might benefit from it. The kitchen project of Chris Masullo (that’s where everything is recorded), Nicholas Nicholas makes music that sounds like a bad trip that somehow becomes a surreal adventure: it’s a dense world where dissonances suddenly make perfect sense, and a dreamy stream of consciousness leads to the discovery of new truths through random associations. Check out our favorite track "Pink Contacts" below and see the band live at Pianos tonight for Cosmonaut’s residency.
