The Decibel Tolls recently posted a mix that Trish Keenan sent to someone on the Broadcast message board. To call it “mind-bending” is a bit of an understatement: it’s an eclectic mix that draws from electronica, lo-fi pop, psychedelia, and soul — and probably a few genres that don’t have proper names. All in all, there’s something otherworldly about it — just like Broadcast’s music.
On a related note, Treble recently posted a lovely memorial/retrospective of Trish Keenan and Broadcast:
Broadcast never reached massive levels of fame, rather maintaining a small but devoted fan base throughout their career, one that included the likes of The Simpsons creator Matt Groening, Deerhunter’s Bradford Cox, Blur’s Graham Coxon, Flying Lotus and singer/actress Zooey Deschanel. Though their sound wasn’t terribly commercial, its sound is accessible and gorgeous, with hooks arising as frequently as hallucinatory sonic diversions. As beautiful as it is weird, Broadcast’s sound was unparalleled.
Some people use certain artists as a litmus test on which to base credibility on another’s perspective; a close friend of mine once boldly claimed that he couldn’t trust anyone that didn’t like the Beatles. And, similarly, I felt a special kinship with anyone whom I discovered shared my love of Broadcast’s music, the most important being my wife. To me, likewise as it was for thousands of others, Broadcast’s music represented a special kind of escape. Their playfully otherworldly sound opened up a portal to a beautifully bizarre realm to which only they hold the key. The world would be a sweeter place with more bands of Broadcast’s ilk, but there will never be another band quite like them. And there will never be another artist as mysteriously charismatic, intriguing and cool as Trish Keenan.