MGMT Time To Pretend

We mentioned MGMT in the converse post..now its time to spotlight 'em!

Their site WhoisMGMT.com tells us
MGMT is: Andrew Vanwyngarden and Ben Goldwasser, two psychic pilgrims

They comming straight at ya from BROOKLYN, NY. Yeah you already know!
This video for Time To Pretend is out of this world. Like nothing you've seen before.
When I first saw it, I thought of the book Lord of Flies (by William Golding). I had to read this book in junior high, and although I can't remember how much I enjoyed it or not, I clearly remember the plot. Basically a bunch of school boys get trapped on an island. I plan to read it again. But this MGMT video is that and so much more. The graphics are outstanding, they make it rain money, they're surfing through rays of rainbow lights, there are too many effects to discuss, and the only word to describe it all is, psychedelic. (i hate the giant cat though) The lyrics are even more amazing. It sounds like a Peter Pan story we could fucks with. JUMP to read 'em (This is our decision, to live fast and die young)


myspace.com/MGMT


I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.

Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredem and the freedom and the time spent alone.

There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everyting must run it's course.

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend


Fucking ill right?