Russian Futurists

When some kids look under their beds, they see monsters; when 26-year-old Matthew Adam Hart looks under his, he hears symphonies. His third album under his Russian Futurists moniker, the charming Our Thickness, bursts with a bedroom sound that’s so lo-fi and grandiose it’s warm just from the overheating of his eight-track. There’s a similar light-dark dichotomy in his writing: Simple, brash melodies giddily chase their tails while his fatalistic, lovelorn words sprawl over them. But no matter how every(indie)man his voice sounds; no matter how the harmonicas, plastic strings, and Broadway choruses blare; and no matter how distorted the drums become, Hart’s real, live pulse rings clearest. For him blood is thicker than static.