"Three Kinds of Stupid has grown into one of the funnest and friendliest nights out on the San Francisco calendar. The Stupid DJs -- Caldridge, Brother Grimm, and BAS -- spin everything fun: radio hits, electrokitsch, French go-go, '80s throwbacks, novelty rap, and anything else that makes you wave your hands in the air. People drink, people dance, people occasionally hook up in the bathroom, and the whole thing goes down with a total absence of attitude. The cheap drinks, nifty props, and candy colors of the Rickshaw Stop set the mood; giveaways and prizes, most with high sugar content, keep the buzz going." -- Bay Guardian

"Well worth the evening of dancing our pants off to French hip-hop, mashed-up Michael Jackson and indie rock at a club." -- New York Times

Amidst a haze of sepia-tinged delirium, the swirling reverb-cloaked concoctions of Toronto, Canada’s Memoryhouse exist to soundtrack the indelible moments residing in the obscure backrooms of memory. Translating songwriter Evan Abeele’s experience with classical modes and modern ambient composition, Memoryhouse create vivid depictions of surrealist beauty, unfolding with crystalline clarity and with a gentle vulnerability both lush and subtle. Accompanied by singer Denise Nouvion’s tender, nostalgic vocal delivery, Memoryhouse renders the blending of the contemporary with the forgotten, the traditional and the technological, the visual and the aural, forged within the sonographic landscapes of dream pop.

"Ontario's Memoryhouse braid together some unlikely early-90s touchstones. In terms of arrangement, they focus on hovering shoegaze with phased guitars, swimming textures, and druggy ringing-through-distant-fog chimes. But over this backing comes Liz Phair-style vocal murmurings delivered with a flat, Middle American cadence where one would usually expect an arted-up androgyny or a voice inspired by Kate Bush. And then a dry drum machine pulse comes in and adds to the welling lump in the song's throat. Taken together, it's a weird, thrilling effect, and the sound feels strangely new, even though its ingredients are so identifiable." --Pitchfork

San Fernando Valley native Will Wiesenfeld (aka Baths) has a debut disc out on Anticon, featuring a hail of lush melodies, ghostly choirs, playful instrumentation and stuttering beats. "Album track 'Hall' takes Baths' blunted-beats-meets-sunkissed-pop aesthetic one step further, complete with warm falsetto vocals by Wiesenfeld himself." --Pitchfork