I heard you say that it’s alright
To not read books just act bright
But she still gets to vote – that’s right
And I’m about to choke, or end up arguing
Online dating is a jungle, a neon-lit maze where everyone’s looking for a spark in a sea of pixels. You swipe right, they swipe left. Sometimes, you hit the jackpot, but often, you’re rolling snake eyes. You meet someone who seems like a dream in digital disguise. The profile pictures are perfect, the bio reads like a breath of fresh air. Then you hit the real roadblock: politics. You thought you matched with someone who shared your worldview, but instead, it’s a collision of clashing convictions. You end the night with a polite nod, a forced smile, and a lesson learned. Sometimes, the hardest part of dating isn’t finding a match, but finding one that doesn’t make you want to run for the hills.
The latest from FAUX PRIX, That Looks Like a House, is an indie festival-ready banger, the upbeat soundtrack to your less-than-perfect evening. It’s a tune that’s ready to take you on a wild ride, even when the night doesn’t go as planned.
The lyrics capture the fleeting nature of modern relationships, marked by digital connections and lonely encounters. They reflect on the emptiness of material wealth, yearning for genuine companionship. The narrative highlights the cycle of brief moments of intimacy followed by isolation, questioning if there’s any real substance behind these transient interactions. It’s a bittersweet dance of hope and disillusionment.
New Zealand born singer, Bradley Hanan Carter (NO, 5 Billion in Diamonds, Steriogram) says That Looks like a House was written “for anyone who has ever had a mishap on a dating app… or otherwise stumbled across the incredibly strange new world of online projecting.”
The DIY lyric video for the song shows Carter musing in the driver’s seat of his car. Watch below:
FAUX PRIX is an indie collective from California, led by New Zealand-born artist Bradley Hanan Carter (NO, 5 Billion in Diamonds, Steriogram) and his friends. Carter, who has been known to moonlight as a traveling shampoo salesman, installed a writing studio in a Winnebago named ‘Geraldine the Sun Machine,’ driving it over 16,000 miles across the USA. After work, he crafted songs in RV parks and hotel rooms, sharing existential conversations with fellow travelers. Berlin played a significant role in his creative process, inspiring many of his songs.
In early 2020, Carter embarked on a solo tour, opening for Reuben and the Dark. Though successful, he missed the camaraderie of his bandmates. Post-pandemic, he returned to Berlin, collaborating with longtime friend and guitarist Michael Guy Chislett (NO, The Academy Is). By the end of 2023, during a desert recording session in Landers, CA, they recruited Sean Daniel Stentz, Spike Philips (NO), and Devon Lee (Races) to complete the FAUX PRIX sound.
FAUX PRIX spoke with Post-Punk.com about their inspiration, their hopes, and their fondest memories of their career thus far.
What was your inspiration for ‘That Looks Like A House?’
I went on an app date with someone who had very different political views to myself, but we found a mutual solace in our loneliness. I also had other experiences where I discovered what it can mean to fall in love with your projection of someone, before you meet a stranger who looks incredibly like them.
What do you hope listeners take away from this single?
Perhaps a camaraderie that meeting new people in this current age certainly has its moments. And that you’re absolutely not alone if you’re feeling despondent about it.
What’s the most memorable moment in your music career so far?
Opening for Father John Misty in Barcelona with our last band NO, one of those perfect shows where partway through, the venue lighting guy felt inspired to take over the board and just made it extra special for everyone.
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