Eight Gigs: STRFKR

STRFKR’s songs bring to mind a musical wandering caravan, full of beautiful misfits who try hard to come off as unaffected but cannot help but to woefully sing of forgotten homelands and misplaced love once their instruments come out. In each song, guitars strum sad soliloquies against would-be jaunty circus tunes that end up sounding forlorn rather than fun. Think misty-eyed synth-pop that is as ethereal as a beam of light traveling in space, yet still tactile and sugary, like cotton candy handed out by aggressively happy clowns.