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Illfit Outfit
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http://www.myspace.com/illfitoutfit www.olduglyco.com Illfit Outfit sounds like the first of many unimaginably long, definitely sub-sober, and definitively fun nights out on decades-ago-Hitsville, USA, following a global rift in time courtesy of the wildly experimental if not outright faulty wormhole wrangler prototype purloined from behind the false wall in the back of Frank Black's car port and the misoperation thereof. On the meekly lit corner of John R and Canfield we catch up with Modest Mouse, the time marauders in question, who find themselves pinned against the wall in an awkward debate on cetaceous atavism and Hank Williams with the lonely specter of Jeff Buckley. Things boil over and Elliott Smith lets briefly drift away his pearly, immaterial Yamaha FG 180 and swoops down from his perch atop a streetlamp to amiably mediate. Amidst all the commotion, Stephin Merritt shuffles absently past. Cradling an autoharp and pregnant with a pocketful of mangled cocktail napkins, the bard purrs to himself the first seminal drones of a tune with the charm and weight to begin, preserve or end lives. Undoubtedly the first of many such compositions in this irreversible and handsomely absurd new chronology. For some time Doug Hoyer was their bass player. the short story on Old Ugly about Illfit Outfit reads: "Kyle?" "Liam?!" "How have you been? I haven't seen you since you moved to Calgary." "I moved back about a month ago but I got kicked out of my place." "That's unfortunate.
