Title - 'It's Friday Night with Gary Wilson'
Artist - Gary Wilson
For those not in the know, Gary Wilson is an experimental musician/performance artist best known for his 1977 album You Think You Really Know Me, after which he promptly retired from recording and performing concerts. He slowly gained a strong cult following during the 1980s and 1990s, and in the early 2000s became active again.
And active is what he truly is once again for following hot on the footsteps of his last album, Alone With Gary Wilson (2015), he has just released his brand new album, It's Friday Night with Gary Wilson via Cleopatra Records this past July 15th, 2016.
Yet another alt-funk classic filled album chock full with experimental sounds, avant garde grooves, and demented love songs that will make any night a wild and free Friday night with the "King Of Weird", It's Friday Night with Gary Wilson is everything that you hoped it could be - and so, so much more!
Coming off of a career-renewing critically praised album, last year's aforementioned Alone With Gary Wilson, as well as an appearance on Jimmy Kimmel supporting Odd Future member Earl Sweatshirt, this album is sure to keep the party going well into the future.
1. A Tree Cries In The Wind
2. I Want To Hold Your Hand Tonight
3. Iím Going To Take You To A Thousand Dreams
4. Youíre The Coolest Girl Tonight
5. Sick Trip On Friday Night
6. Weíll Dance Into The Stars
7. Like A Scene From A Movie Long Gone
8. The Mermaid Song
9. Soon Iíll Be Kissing Sandy
11. You Made Me Feel My Misery
12. I Thought Of You Last Night
13. Iíll Make You My Dream Girl
14. Sometimes I Cry Late At Night
One thing you will quickly become aware of is that Gary Wilson is/was completely ahead of his time, and its sad that people couldn't catch on soon enough. I guess, simply put for those not yet familiar with the twisted genius that is Gary Wilson, it sounds something like this: Mix equal parts Zappa, ? & the Mysterians, Barry White, Steely Dan, Norman Bates, and 70s porn/TV soundtracks; filter through an alienated, small town adolescence and creepy borderline-stalker fantasies; add one large bag of white flour, a gallon of lukewarm milk, liberal amounts of Saran Wrap, and dirty underpants; stir in a reel of 1/4" analog recording tape, dump on basement floor, and let sit overnight. Enjoy!
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