“Let this be an exuberant beginning to a grand future for the Warren–a painting we are to create from a pallet of a thousand colors.”

Marika Hackman

Alright. Well… yeah. Alright. For real this time. Hey! Alright Warren, enough with the alrights and let’s get going – going way past any pertinent information to questions you probably have and straight to business (as usual?). After a stack of reports toppled to the ground at my own folly, I discovered what I had in store for me here. But… fear not-the office is in order and the wheels are in motion, so let’s get to the basics. Honeybear has graciously handed over the helm to myself for the time being. For how long you ask? Again, I can’t say, but I’m more than eager to share with you all not only new music, but an appreciation for it that delves into the depths of why I want to bewitch you all with this stuff in the first place. I hope you all share my lust for variety, as I will bound this way and that with my choices. The seams of ore that is music and sound is all happily mined by myself and cherished, and therefore my entire being is full of excitement for this venture we’ll be on for the foreseeable future.

Without further ado, a piece of music for you all. Marika Hackman ushers in the era with “Boyfriend,” a rather energetic and wispy number to get the ball on the roll. Rock tinged with a touch of folk, Marika effortlessly elevates the listener to a place of total indulgence. The light touch of the vocals runs a thread through the more raucous instrumental, where it in turn creates an effect that is able to, with near certainly, entrance the listener. “Boyfriend” does easily what most songs set out to do, and few do so well, is to immediately grab the audience and hold them captive. The first time I gave it a listen it was over before I was able to flex my brain, and the second time around was no longer. Let this be an exuberant beginning to a grand future for the Warren–a painting we are to create from a pallet of a thousand colors. So, Warren, I know your tastes, I share them too, and for my first report on Surface culture, I bid you farewell.