For anybody wrestling with these concerns, fear not. Even if Arcade Fire were corrupted into making trashy, radio-friendly songs to fulfill record contracts, there will always be scores and scores of interesting yet unfashionable artists struggling to create honest music with or without the support of the Grammy nominating committee.
Ignatz is a good example of a fellow, strumming away in the hinterlands of Belgium with his own unique variety of lo-fi whispering psych, who fulfills these criteria. His quiet trance murmur is not the garden variety of music likely to get picked up on pop radio, yet it fulfills a need for those looking for a respite from modern sensory overload.
Sometimes described as "alien Appalachia", his songs are often a drifting lull. "When The Fall Is All That Is Left" evokes the sounds of early San Francisco psychedelia and Jandek in a rueful drone. Both of which are are the kind of influences that will never make their way on to the Billboard charts anytime soon.
On iTunes: Ignatz / "When The Fall Is All That Is Left"
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