My Electric Family
Bachelorette are creepy. Their website is chock full of psychedelic shots that remind you of the “Relax” scene in “Zoolander.” They readily describe their own sound as that of someone who “took too many mushrooms and fell in love with a computer.”
Toss My Electric Family into your CD player and let the electronic beeping noises wash over you. The chant-y, quit-your-family-join-my-cult vocals are just the ice in the proverbial Kool-Aid. After two or three days in my rotation, I am fully prepared to don an ankle-length robe and finger cymbals, shave my head and sign all my earthly possessions over to the charms of this hypnotic Australian quintet.