I've been wooly missled! (copyright 2000, monica taylor/brent mau). the bedroom walls do not sing the Sun Comes In Circles.
Instead, it's somebody named Brice Frillici.
He rocks.
Off to go watch Dick Dale on the Santa Monica Pier.
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Brice Frillici: 'The Sun Comes In Circles'
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Brice Frillici's latest CD is The Sun Comes in Circles.
Open Mic, June 15, 2006 � Brice Frillici originally comes from Northern Wisconsin where he bought a guitar and started multi-tracking, using two boom boxes in high school. After a four-track, college, and moving to the Mission District in San Francisco, Frillici bought a Macintosh and started recording digitally. Laziness mixed with apathy in a dirty household to spark a surprisingly massive musical inspiration.
The Sun Comes In Circles is Fricilli's most accessible and professionally-produced album. It's about girls, Mr. Pibb, bars, beer, parties with live chickens, hangovers, losers, summertime, suicide, stabbing, gangsters, the Mission district, getting laid off, snow cones, and 'other nifty things.'
The album is full of vocal arrangements, haunting melodies and pop sensibilities a la Ween, Magnetic Fields, Flaming Lips, Beach Boys, Camper Van Beethoven, and a drunken Steve Vai mixed with early Prince."
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