My friend Todd lent me the Russian Futurists’ Let’s Get Ready to Crumble last year right before summer really hit in Chicago. Its off-kilter pop was the perfect soundtrack for driving around the Windy City in late spring/early summer. The ice-cream trucks were starting to make their rounds again, playing the usual medley of tinny, electronic jingles; the fruit cart men were jangling their bells loudly as they walked up and down our street; the humming rumble of bass shook our floors from passing lo-riders; and the hip-hop store down the street brought their speakers out to the sidewalk to serenade the neighborhood with distant, echoing rhythms. Add one nerdy sounding white boy with great pop sensibilities singing from the bottom of a well, and you’ve got the Russian Futurists.
For more information visit their website, and download a few mp3s from Upper Class Recordings to determine whether you want to buy the Russian Futurists new album, Our Thickness, that lands May 3.
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