My Gold Mask roughened up the selvage of their awesomely forlorn Siouxsie-isms and, on "All Up in the Air," somehow ended up sounding goth-garage. It's crazy brolic for them, almost metal in parts, a good example of their breadth—makes one wonder if, when they named their EP A Thousand Voices, they were thinking literally. The duo's from Chicago and has been relatively on the low as of late, but that will soon change: they're playing a show for CFDA-winning designer Phillip Lim during New York fashion week this October, a slot that last year launched Lissie Trullie into the iPods of a thousand Beatrice-frequenting (throwback!) it chicks. Get it while you live it!
Download: My Gold Mask, "All Up in the Air"
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