Tipsy are a museum of wonky vintage synthesizer sounds that create onomatopoeic echoes of nostalgia. The rhythm presets on your grandmother's organ are stripped naked, bent into compromising positions that crush any sort of retro authenticity or purity. This music doesn't reside on a bachelor pad; rather, it's a mixed, Space Age marriage of analog remember-whens and digital here-and-nows that conflates samples and instrumental performance. The music seduces like Cinema Fantastique, while sounds of past and present spin through your head in a haze of martini and opium.
