Amanda Palmer Goes Down Under Review

Ok, so my last post was a bit of a self-righteous form of blatant publicity.  I will make no excuses for the fact that I am a die-hard Amanda Fucking Palmer/The Dresden Dolls/EvelynEvelyn fanatic!  Not only that, but I have been a Neil Gaiman fan since before I had ever heard of Amanda Palmer, and in my self ignorance, chose not to acknowledge their budding relationship till my brother, who is also a giant Gaiman fan, told me that they were dating, upon discovering this, I now had my two most inspirational persons in the whole world mesh into one, at that moment in time, my life felt whole!

Yes, I will admit my ever-increasing form of scary fanaticism towards Amanda Palmer, Brian Viglione and Neil Gaiman, is severe enough to talk to a therapist about, but that is another post that is in the works with PICTURES!

Anyway, I decided for the first time in my almost 5 years of being an Amanda Palmer/Dresden Dolls fan to finally break down and buy a new bundle for Amanda’s newest album:

Tee Hee!

The bundle includes a t-shirt of my choice (We are the Media shirt in Purple or Black), North American Down Under CD, along with the digital copy of the Album, We Are the Media Patch, Sticker and Button, I (Tasmania) AFP bumper sticker, Map of Tasmania Single Cover Sticker, and a Black Death (Vegemite) Button.

Now, Amanda Palmer Goes Down Under is an album based on the love affair Amanda has with the great Continent/Nation called Australia; this also includes the Tasmanian and the New Zealanders as indicated in the songs themselves (reference back to my last post on the song Map of Tasmania) along with mentions of Amanda’s menstrual cycle.  The track list includes an ode to the country Australia and New Zealand, and references to the local colloquialisms regarding shaving the pubic area and having sex.  Along with native foods, pet names and a cover song penned by one of Amanda’s favorite artists, Nick Cave.  You also get a surprise guest appearance from the ever great drummer Brian Viglione of The Dresden Dolls.

The sound is basic of the Amanda Palmer experience with the honest lyrics that many of us AFP fans have come to know and love, it’s the honesty about her love towards Australia, and her handy ukulele that we have also come to love.  Most of the album is a great inside joke for those who understand the terms “Map of Tasmania,” “Vegemite,” and “Making Whoopee” and the lovely commercial song We Are Happy Little Vegemites that I had to search for the lyrics to understand what the hell the audience was singing. It’s almost as if you would play the Armor Hot Dog song to a group of people…or the Oscar Meyer Weiner song…crazy!  You get the traditional AFP cabaret sound in the album with the songs Dr. Oz and Formidable Marinade.

I have to say I do love this album, it has songs on it that I can see myself playing over and over again, and I just can’t get enough of how this is a mostly live album, and has mistakes and off the fly curses and completely raw, I just love it.  Somehow the raw recordings of this album creates a feeling of being in at the concert with Amanda.  For those who do not know, its hard to see Amanda living in Houston, Texas and sometimes feel left out of the Amanda Palmer experience, but these live shows lets me feel as if I haven’t missed out, I also use the DVDs Live in Paradise, and Live at the Roundhouse, to recreate the live experience.  It’s a lonesome road, but at least you have Amanda Palmer to travel with in your mp3 player, or in my case, my cell phone.

Please my Dreamers, if you ever have a chance to listen to this album, click the link above and listen to it at the Amanda Palmer website before purchasing.  At this point in my life, I’m just purchasing Amanda Palmer shit left and right knowing that I’ll love every single piece of it.  Yes, it is obsessive, yes, it is a bit crazy, and yes, it is scary, but when my post shows up about why I am like this with Amanda Palmer, you will see, it’s not about me buying something from a favorite artist, but supporting a best friend who really has no clue about me.  Whether she knew it or not, she was there for me at a bad time in my life and helped me through it, since then I have always felt like I have owed her, and I will support her no matter what.

Regards,

The Oracle of Dreams

P.S. This is the package I purchased below, it is $33.00 at Post War Trade, go support and purchase AFP shits!  I really wanted the AFP pillow with the Merkin on it, but I couldn’t afford the $100 price tag…oh well.  If I could afford the $5,000 package, I’d have to marry my boyfriend when she comes and play, since we’re planning on a Dresden Dolls/Steam Punk/What-the-Hell-Who-Cares-Its-A-Commitment-Ceremony themed wedding.  It is my plan/dream to have Amanda play at my wedding if she’s willing, I’ll buy her a beer just to be nice and feed her yummy foods, allow her to bring her Moxie, and her Moxie’s evil evil nemesis the oh so great, Mr. Kevin Smith of Dogma, Chasing Amy, and Mallrats fame…oh well, dreams are dreams right!  Did I mention I have a cousin named Kevin Smith?

$33 before shipping

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About theoracleofdreams
The Oracle of Dreams is a High School teacher, who spends a great deal of time outside of school watching movies, listening to music, and various other artistic ventures. The Oracle of Dreams is a pseudonym for reasons beyond her knowledge, and wishes to keep her identity secret...or until she makes big bucks and can leave the teaching field...one can always dream bigger right?

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