Italians may do it better--ice cream, genuine leather, synth splatter--but everything's still bigger in Texas. Like this X Large redux from Austin's X HARRIS. He calls side A the "High Heels Remix" which is chop-shop talk for shoegaze if yr shoes happen to be red patent pumps. Less gore than before, more vast unknown than he's ever shown, side B soars like the flight of a DJ navigator who's recently returned home to realize he's left the `80s far behind, it's almost 2012, and everyone he loves has aged and moved on without him. But the force is still strong with this one. If Xander Harris had a hammer, he'd beat down John Carpenter's door, turn that Carpenteria into a Danceteria, and make that grave-waver Sweatt. Finally, an escape from New York.
