tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59507284106312158892024-03-14T12:29:22.387+00:00something about music/mu/'s only music sourceposthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.comBlogger118125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-49783603340402309552010-12-09T22:15:00.005+00:002010-12-09T22:34:39.062+00:00i'm moving to wordpress<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvR2D5qBeI4naznnWdhpGgKaf7ZFAX4jizfgGzVdeYv7ex8GBgb6JvtfGWkpvqZw1BsJEZrl138iObx0RQrAz-kqQLGi5jiCCzyCkmxcZgUNmiGaF1kPR4EnllYhTLEnVl2JA4TpRToE/s1600/this+is+chad+kroeger+but+i+am+naming+the+file+kurt+cobain+in+order+to+partake+in+a+post-modern+game+of+reaction+images.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvR2D5qBeI4naznnWdhpGgKaf7ZFAX4jizfgGzVdeYv7ex8GBgb6JvtfGWkpvqZw1BsJEZrl138iObx0RQrAz-kqQLGi5jiCCzyCkmxcZgUNmiGaF1kPR4EnllYhTLEnVl2JA4TpRToE/s320/this+is+chad+kroeger+but+i+am+naming+the+file+kurt+cobain+in+order+to+partake+in+a+post-modern+game+of+reaction+images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548814282650410834" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">http://rachelprofiling.wordpress.com/<br />http://rachelprofiling.wordpress.com/<br />http://rachelprofiling.wordpress.com/<br />http://rachelprofiling.wordpress.com/<br />http://rachelprofiling.wordpress.com/<br />http://rachelprofiling.wordpress.com/<br /><br />I'm turning over a new leaf. Music news, reviews, and recommendations. I could add some snarky comment, but nah.<br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-63511340784562266052010-11-25T21:53:00.005+00:002010-11-25T22:28:58.028+00:00yes it does involve shaking your ass<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediafire.com/?x6efqfoq9dyzqld"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_54je4GfOb8k9N9KquL4kd73ATaI34-9mv4_4weLxvYDomciDAXkgzILDw9181RfaxJwLaZPTCLV2MtZglkbXXKhAfVncshJQ-m-zNlk3Ng6dAl4Nr4L8w1WDpJJGGYid2ys6l7kisQo/s320/heres+to+shutting+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543608889193218914" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Twenty years ago, Superchunk helped pave the indie scene by releasing their only hit: Slack Motherfucker. It was about working for a, er, slack motherfucker, and a high-energy, fast-paced anthem for losers everywhere. After that they vanished from the spotlight, but were far from over. They released eight albums before they taking a semi-hiatus in 2001, only to sporadically release rarity compilations and do live shows.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">They recently released </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Majesty Shredding</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">, their first full album in nine years, but that's a different story. I want to talk about their 2001 masterpiece </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Here's to Shutting Up. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">It's a perfect mix of "fuck yeah" fast-paced jams and chill songs. It sort of has an emo vibe, and the third track Phone Sex takes a brilliant venture into country. As you get into the second half the songs get calmer and feel sort of lonely, which makes it a perfect album for rainy days; if you don't feel like talking to anyone, this is a great album to put on. I suggest you listen to it much more that that though.</span><br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-38940328734369770842010-11-23T23:03:00.011+00:002010-11-24T03:05:23.648+00:00A track-by-track analysis of My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediafire.com/?e3px1d0x3ex3mac"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_wPg0cmnMkCN9eo8ZZ6LckpBMMEB6O3X0crdqn0QVyjQbQWAdBvEPevTO_dY-eS9BYz9C2qxuXvExPNuq6tlXIjnGLlchmJkvmIXwNkQw8BocjdlScIuZowEjdDHnzYsTm6v3uZPc66M/s320/My+Beautiful+Dark+Twisted+Fantasy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542917205422945698" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Kanye West is somewhat of a tortured soul. We all live in his world, but he has trouble running it. He's a genius idiot. With all of the controversy surrounding him, he releases a self-analytical album that invites you to the depth of his soul. I invite you to a track-by-track analysis of his magnum-opus. </span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Dark Fantasy: Kanye's dark fantasy includes waking up in Sleepy Hollow, Nicki Minaj, and a backing chorus of chipmunks. Glorious.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Gorgeous - He's still mad at South Park, how-I WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVER LET YOU LIVE THIS DOOOWN DOOOWN DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">POWER - Ah, the King Crimson sample. In this song, Kanye says "So what if I'm egotistical? I am a fucking God. [Note: from now on, Kanye will be referred to as God, and God will be referred to as Matt]" YA NIGGAS GOT TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">All Of the Lights (Interlude) - Thunder before the storm? Bracing.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">All Of the Lights - Oh my god those horns. Shit just took surreal to a new level. So, God slaps his girl because "MJ GONE, OUR NIGGA DEAD." C-c-c-custody battle! He's a good guy, he just made a mistake. His baby aint going to no ghetto university.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Monster - Possible response to all of the hate God gets (surprise, surprise.) Media turns me into a muthafuckin' monster? Well guess what, I AM a muthafuckin' monster. Fellatio metaphors using a pharaoh and sarcophagus. Oh shit, who dese vampires suckin' my blood?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">So Appalled - LIFE CAN BE SOMETIMES REDIKULUS. God claims he would be on Matt's playlist, and continues to pat himself on the back. God's high as united, 30,000 feet and you're not invited. I guess it means "If you want to make me into an asshole, fine. I am so above you anyways."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Devil in a New Dress - God falls in love and will do anything to make dis honey happy.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Runaway - Easily the greatest song on he album. God finally grows frustrated with the image us mere mortals cast upon him and runs away from it all. Also has a 35-minute music-video counterpart. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Hell of a Life - The chorus goes to the tune of 21st Century Schizoid Man. Pussy and religion is all God needs, and he'll live one hell of a liiiiife. After he marries a porn star, of course.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Blame Game - Were the lyrics slightly altered, this could be a very potent track about the death of God's mother. God has no time for reflection though. He has more important things to do like teaching a bitch how to reupholster her pussy. God taught well.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Lost In the World - The one with Bon Iver. Everything's crashing down. Vocals collide. God feels lost in the world, so he builds his own city. Meanwhile...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Who Will Survive in America - History lesson with African bongos that gets progressively faster. Ends appropriately with applause. God knows that he's God, and sanity is restored for now. </span><br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-55761019887123915182010-11-18T18:17:00.004+00:002010-11-18T18:44:12.504+00:00i got so lucky witchu<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediafire.com/?k6bjvavggri42xj"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8GbClsJoKSBeLNsshSHo2ocT4ZmyMdTJgW23q_LR-CxrAbKi3MnSh4A_C59AtSnWbmXvL5o0PoKEEtZ1W-0kf90wyqPalFpaoSjhznWeVRGr1rAARNmH_ptTBoEOQPSDYhBGmfHkQdQ/s320/false+priest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540955768380903938" border="0" /></a>The title <span style="font-style: italic;">False Priest</span> is a little misleading. Instead of a shitty Green Day-esque rock opera against religion, it's mainly about sex. And dating hipsters. It's great though - trust me. Feedback for <span style="font-style: italic;">False Priest</span> has been mainly so-so, but I think it's a great fusion of funk and the ridiculous brand of indie-pop of Montreal is known for. I know their next album will probably be completely different, but I like this mindless fun. Definitely a contender for album of the year.<br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-15783463934025482272010-11-13T06:04:00.005+00:002010-11-13T06:40:56.218+00:00wavin' my dick in the wind<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5f5uceblkj6kv5s"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO4q1r9MZNJTB02C8Vlf_8OYivIYaQQOzAoxxcjaqAZKL691sbfLnSNOXqd5uxLdSNp2PSS2FNBEovfa5Bhs1Ilux8LMy-XAr72k1J_p4Yg2kf9H2DYdLagdvLlHUCjfe4RU46IfRFntI/s320/the+mollusk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538911838766908146" border="0" /></a>Ah, the ocean. What is it about her that's so alluring? I puff my vintage pipe as I type this, by the way.<br /><br />But really, all of that marine shit intrigues me. It's calming and strangely nostalgic, and Ween seems to capture those feelings. But for every profound statement I make, there's a retarded cousin to it. In this case, I found out about Ween from Spongebob Squarepants. 'Ocean Man' [SPOILER ALERT: Probably the best song on the album] was used for the closing track of the Spongebob movie, and I knew Ween had to be hot shit. While <span style="font-style: italic;">The Mollusk </span>isn't consistently good, I still find myself coming back to it. I know this sounds fucking stupid, but if I in a submarine thousands of feet underwater, this is the only album I'd want to play.<br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-27016166081246823912010-11-12T19:42:00.003+00:002010-11-12T19:45:07.713+00:00because<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yidio.com/pico-to-chico-ova-2/id/1404763515"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjXe5_EPgO7EPPLtsRS3xucsE_npmqlKjYf1vfTljx8_yxoUtT0DxxmUXwfXI6O3f7Tl8pS_OfAI55N03XuPaxOVBvVvbgnIaOtEQUKTpV1qorNFYRlQOY7mKk2hAsKGUm9ZmzIeLPSX4/s320/pico+to+chico.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538751082631853330" border="0" /></a>I recently started watching an anime entitled Pico to Chico, and all I can say is... Wow. Unlike so many modern shows that stumble over every excruciating minutia of their characters, Pico to Chico tastefully crafts a story and leaves the characters to mystery (only a fool would dare call the character development "shallow"). Post-modern existentialism is the soup of the day as we progress through their adventure, only to find that materialism is the only thing that keeps us living, but it's not in a pompous, pseudo-intellectual style that implies that's a recent phenomena; it's handled delicately but will impact you in a way that leaves you asking "Why?" Unlike our hack-ridden film industry, Pico to Chico uses metaphors in an excruciatingly subtle way. Sharp-eyed spectators should be able to spot the humanistic properties Chico's sister displays. Just when you think all of the questions raised will be answered, the film comes to a halt, leaving you, the viewer, left to ponder the hidden questions scholars have kept to themselves up to their untimely deaths.<br /><br />I don't think this film justifies an arbitrary rating of stars; it's much better than that. It deserves a place among the highest modern philosophical works of our world. Nietzsche, thy name is Pico.posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-14085068475074880422010-11-07T19:12:00.004+00:002010-11-10T19:55:34.293+00:00songz 4 da sad kidz<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediafire.com/?r8ulv5umkdkcqck"><blockquote><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDYbxZpbpwCxPRViAjGzl-V44W2R9J7u2tDqrhpiGo71-rzuEG-EVlrossz0vdi-RPolzMb0HP1QSgeiZx-sRsyRapjPagr08KNZoUUnX4A6csqXIZK-Rb67IZo_ViBKhldbmgDFetVPs/s320/Songs+About+Leaving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536889196868896738" border="0" /></blockquote></a>Get your big-kid pants on<br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-5006441398649885092010-10-18T11:20:00.003+01:002010-10-18T11:56:02.647+01:00taking it to the streets<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ku5f5tfs6y72hhp"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxOsue0xzsE9UVjwRd2wzN-K_UlNC53HTUrGT6bN6wk83BLLikYjn8sZ1PGtS28NNZlngAU7JkYqNwkALTRVZo7k3sd5mwXWhtvYhzsfhnvicMrjBsPAwS-TjDRhyuzHLzKrO5UBKTP9s/s320/best+of+the+doobies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529329421725932562" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I'm no sucker for dad-rock, and I don't think I ever will be. It just seems like the majority of it is overrated yet pretentious, and this is coming from a Radiohead fan. The Doobie Brothers have always been one of my dad's favorite bands, and I'm just now starting to appreciate them. Their "<span style="font-style: italic;">Best Of</span>" album is probably their best-selling (deal with it, hippie), and if it were a normal album and not just a showcase of their best jams, it would be damn well near perfect. The Doobies have a great mix of funk and rock, meaning that you can sing along to their songs while driving down the highway (presumably in a car. Don't be an asshole and get a motorcycle). Their music is also reminiscent of those "black meets white" '70s TV specials that had black people in afros dancing with white Magnum P.I. look-alikes and relatively attract women. Maybe it's cheesy, but you could use a break from journeying into the depths of your mind and listen to some fucking cowbells. </span><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ku5f5tfs6y72hhp"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"></span><br /></a></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-15187742401685287522010-09-11T03:54:00.000+01:002010-09-12T05:27:31.659+01:00'twas a dinosaur act<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediafire.com/?id8xd562bhvw52j"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8ur1gb8Adwhq9uvok52ptg8gCXeEsXsmmk_gMW5a9uWoB_1B1lN1gbJDQB5dgclT3e1gcIIBuNpVfWr9Mw2RlXCFGmUjR5nkF0aOwcN41Ci16sN5BKZmsHlZgn8iiDPxRDEuJYmxCeM/s320/low-things-we-lost-in-the-fire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515593678059701618" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Post-rock, overall, is pretty okay, I guess. Some people can sit in their own filth and misery while listening to dreamy whispers over ominous static, others can't. I fall into the latter. The fuel to depressing music, in my opinion, needs a little more substance. That's why I can sit in my own filth and misery to Red House Painters much better than, say, Godspeed You! Black Emperor. Despite my little schpiel on post-rock, I rediscovered </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Things We Lost in the Fire </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">by Low recently, and I really enjoy it. I'm a sucker for female and male vocals combined, so maybe that's what's doing the trick. I still can't see the appeal of Justin Bieber, though.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br />BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURN</span><br /></div><a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc925-SSGqEtVsyNHtL9TKiYV4d9tgcSqg2HuQz4znuYADpF2G-d35G7PhbFXoRRK5GVP90vbhxC0YZnL1P1LAvQo5EIcPa541Q2Ocd07REtFsNJG7LG_yVRHlPryO2r5Oc6ytOwmChMA/s1600/1284082998649.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">It's funny because he's a man-lady. Haha. Anyways, Low's whispery-soft female delivery with the solid-yet-light tone of the male's really hooks me in, along with the chimes and acoustic guitar. It's so soothing that they can ask "What is a whore?" (in the aptly-named track 'Whore') and make it sound gospelesque. The lack of synth is also very refreshing from what I've been listening to lately. I think minimalism that can still express heavy anger or sadness is miles more advanced than "LOL WE ADD SYNTH AND SING ABOUT MY HEART EXCEPT IT'S A TICKING CLOCK WAITING 4 U." 'Like a Forest' portrays the former experience.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Low really does a good job of crafting a unique experience that feels uneasy yet melancholic. </span><br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-49180870950620653472010-09-08T06:25:00.004+01:002010-09-08T09:31:12.231+01:00where's my sex!?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediafire.com/?17i1o4rpoh2xkqt"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 351px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_CGKW4IyvbiSz-x5bFddUu1fTn5Abqmhk-bF_3h0Aemx7kVk3M780bFmoI8LdGr9sNT1t32EwyHppOQsjZ5R9MyjgfWS5GdunhS2bzqQyGmLTsIu2lyrkemYwCmpBKD-ybqCj3sbfjCI/s320/weezer.hurley.sleeve.08.10.2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514409595528185970" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Folks, it's time we accepted the fact that there will never be another </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Pinkerton. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">I realize a lot of you accepted this a while ago, but I think that, even if Cuomo consciously decided to emulate </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Pinkerton</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">, it would just sound like a 40 year-old trying to make another confessional, you know?</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">With that kept in mind,</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Hurley</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> is pretty not-that-bad. Maybe, perhaps, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">good</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">? Now, I'm aware that Rivers Cuomo could be riding in his solid-gold jetpack right now laughing as he chews on his solid-gold cigar thinking "Those plebeians actually like that shit!" I mean, this is the man who referred to his fans as "little bitches" back in 2002(ish). In his defense though, it would be pretty annoying if your fans kept on requesting you to go back to your old sounds instead of treading new grounds. Then again, "old sounds" kind of meant "actually good." *pause for laughter and cheering* But I digress. </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Hurley</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> goes back to the power-pop sound of 1994's </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Blue Album </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">but pumps up the "power." Track one, 'Memories,' starts with a cheesy intro, but then it's followed by a wall of sound. By the time you're questioning whether this is an Arcade Fire-good "wall of sound" or Nickelback-shit "wall of sound," the catchy synth kicks in and it doesn't really matter. So far this is definitely better than a rap-rendition of 'Can't Stop Partying' (I'm still sore over that.) The rest of the album is kind of samey, but it's an okay kind of samey. One of the more memorable moments in </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Hurley </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">is the song 'Where's My Sex?,' a title that I find genuinely funny. That kind of ridiculousness is classic Weezer, in my opinion. I find that Weezer is trying a little too hard to be edgy though, proven by the fact that this is the first album to be released on an indie label (Epitaph.) Overall, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Hurley </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">is an enjoyable (if cheesy) throwback to power-pop, and a positive look into the future. I wouldn't find myself relistening to it on a roughly tri-yearly basis as I do with 2008's</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> Red Album</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">, but it's a step up from my "never-relistening to" basis of </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Raditude. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Just ignore the bonus tracks, unless you want to hear a cover of a Coldplay song (that's great and all, but why bother covering something from 2008?)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">In related news, Weezer has announced that </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Pinkerton</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> is going to be reissued on November 4, along with a collection of out-takes from </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Blue </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">to </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Raditude</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> that have, to my knowledge, been rerecorded (it's entitled- I shit you not -</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Death to False Metal</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">). In a Rolling Stone interview, Rivers Cuomo also stated that he started working on the next Weezer album "this morning," which I assume was sometime in late August. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Oh, and there's a </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Blue</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">/</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Pinkerton </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">tour in the works. Just a heads-up.</span><br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-3287914555384802812010-09-07T01:02:00.002+01:002010-09-08T00:13:36.358+01:00u r the ocean<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSQtAe3niM0ZCord5yLydr1SFBZdMBinktIGs-0FbuwH1C0KwKCycpaKfC4Q2q1Zu91Q-kYZeGp9xbZAjUo2HrOfmlx7KsgbhhHKBJkEJUq_esiSN5zG801N2Y2rcu6lwww-TS2eCcNsA/s1600/eyelid+movies.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSQtAe3niM0ZCord5yLydr1SFBZdMBinktIGs-0FbuwH1C0KwKCycpaKfC4Q2q1Zu91Q-kYZeGp9xbZAjUo2HrOfmlx7KsgbhhHKBJkEJUq_esiSN5zG801N2Y2rcu6lwww-TS2eCcNsA/s320/eyelid+movies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513719306965893090" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">I was reading Spin (the U.S. equivalent of NME) recently and, much to my surprise, Phantogram was featured on their summer mix-tape. I downloaded their debut album </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Eyelid Movies</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> a few months back, so I decided to give them another go. It's very chilled trip-hop that switches from male to female vocals on a track-to-track basis, but to be honest I prefer the female vocals. Almost every melody is super-catchy, and if you aren't humming along to it you're probably sleeping, which is something </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Eyelid Movies </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">is pretty good for if you're in the mood (though I wouldn't call it ambient). The synth is nice and distorted, while the drum beats are comfortably familiar. Oh, and is that some electric guitar? It meshes together well and creates a spacey atmosphere that hipsters crave.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">So kiddos, you heard it here first: Phantogram is the next Crystal Castles <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">[EDIT: Except it's <span style="font-style: italic;">good</span>]</span>. Hop trends before it's too late!</span><br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-26968973738462445972010-09-06T03:32:00.001+01:002010-09-06T09:40:54.599+01:00i want...to be...abraham lincoln, embarassingly tall!...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediafire.com/?wiy3ndmidzy"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1pZw_scHrLy9UHZ12l74VeBkYQONSlOc-wRxaKa9TZCX6ejLz-7QjJILJEbPEBbZZrN7I3zM7bntPraQ0D6IqNggb4JjSnYmOWW0olkvjEl5cK1KOb1Aj6v4YlKwlGLBJjC4TEGg5GrQ/s320/omgelephantep.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513712031074170578" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">My knowledge of bands that have an animal in the name is...above average? I don't know about that, but I do know that oh my god elephant is on of my favorite one-shot bands. They released their first (and only) EP in 2007, but they never caught on the way, say, Algernon Cadwallader did. It's a shame too, because oh my god elephant is the greatest emo/math-rock fusion this side of Snowing has seen. All five tracks are complex melodramatic tunes being primitively shouted over, and I like that contrast. The occasional back-up vocals and stingy synth really set the mood. The odd acoustic jams also add to the overall variety, while the drumming is consistently amazing. omg elephant later changed their name to Rainbow Tornadoes and released a full-length LP, but, sadly, it was surprisingly lackluster. Still, with these five quality tracks, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">oh my god elephant</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> can last you forever. </span><br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-20562327687652760722010-09-02T00:04:00.005+01:002010-09-04T06:24:10.982+01:00Speakers speakin' speakin' speakin' speakin' in code<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediafire.com/?wzvvn866fng50cm"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcAMYQoqkJcwjCqJwJWySxPf3ENO1m_Zo6abZO3YeWB8lZ07BBSaf0SWCuWRNRngdzGrUihUlqs9xug-LeOY6TwMr2qIIX3X-wjShTeoAoqpPoZDOy6auPLA6_HZhXA-96Jg9hm6Phzeo/s320/album-summerteeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512088851460651746" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">You know how some albums are just okay on the first play, but when you relisten to them they give you a total hard-on? That's the case with me and </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Summerteeth. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">It went from "okay," to "good," to "awesome," to "orgasmic." I actually enjoy it more than </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Yankee Hotel Foxtrot</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">. Coming out three years prior, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Summerteeth</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> definitely has more pop sensibilities than its successor, and I really enjoy Wilco's pop side. Jeff Tweedy's stream-of-consciousness lyricism shines on She's A Jar (which might just be the greatest song ever), while other songs have cohesive themes (How to Fight Loneliness, A Shot In the Arm, We're Just Friends, et al.) Pieholden Suite is a personal favorite of mine, mainly because the first half is very melodramatic, while the second half is a cheery instrumental that sounds like something out of a Harvest Moon video game. Summer Teeth and ELT do a splendid job of show-casing Wilco's alt. country roots from </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Being There</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> (and Uncle Tupelo, Tweedy's former band), but, in the same vein as the rest of album, in a much poppier sound. </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">With autumn creeping in on us, it's the perfect time to give </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Summerteeth</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> a spin.</span><br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-21581643561799463522010-08-28T03:42:00.007+01:002010-08-28T21:02:44.299+01:00the subtle brilliance of j-biebz<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnj6Vj47kXTYIqRNS_0Z4aK_P-IWwKCI33rc5QAob68UKIUPS21ktbVdfOTq6cdrA0kxEQYXGJCYMryz4QHml-mG2ykS8HEnu9vrV5oERZUVGYn-IzhZ_XcH-ssKPjsJELZLbhpgOn_Z4/s1600/fuk+da+manestreem.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 77px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnj6Vj47kXTYIqRNS_0Z4aK_P-IWwKCI33rc5QAob68UKIUPS21ktbVdfOTq6cdrA0kxEQYXGJCYMryz4QHml-mG2ykS8HEnu9vrV5oERZUVGYn-IzhZ_XcH-ssKPjsJELZLbhpgOn_Z4/s320/fuk+da+manestreem.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510299008672271202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Justin Bieber haters are lone wolves fighting the mainstream. </span><br /></div><br />After posting that I thought Baby is a good song, I was called a "fag" approximately twelve times. But I stand by my word, Baby truly is a wonderful song, and I think the social impact it has on girls is very misguided. While some think it's just another song about an underage slut; girls think it's a cheery song, which makes it so great. Like Britney Spears, Bieber is the same person casting many different personas: to black people and males above the age of 8, he's just a wigger. Younger and older girls view him as an understated heartthrob. Parents view him as a flash-in-the-pan. Rock magazines see him as just another popstar. If you examine Baby, you can see that it's really a song about heartbreak, as Justin Bieber learns that a large amount of the female population hates him. It's this unobtainable beauty that haunts him, and he realizes this at the age of sixteen, no less. His obsession overtakes him, spiraling him into a deep depression when he realizes that his name will always be hollow. This self-actualization lulls him into a state of deep depression, but the cheerful synthline is still there, constantly reminding him that the one girl he only really loved is practically dead. "I'm going down, down, down, dooown," he sings. This is a clever double entendre, and both meanings aren't relevant to any tween. His agony can only be healed by anti-depressants, but at the same time the only thing that makes him feel better is killing him, as he falls "down, down, down" on the floor, the result of his suicide. Also notice that the music video for "Baby" takes place at a bowling alley, where one fuck-up will totally ruin your spare/strike. Think about it.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUocZlt-CXvwJp-FSvLwJkXZgr1qy_5i9PxNddaFK7leVYgb5zNa3_Ip_lZnzGFqrTQd_m7Qp4h9nQu6eA35g7MhmcokRDGH8OY2rDOmLtW5tVkJu1UI8YPV-LbQ791Kl77te0d5kZH-M/s1600/justin+biebers+final+boss+form+in+final+fantasy.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUocZlt-CXvwJp-FSvLwJkXZgr1qy_5i9PxNddaFK7leVYgb5zNa3_Ip_lZnzGFqrTQd_m7Qp4h9nQu6eA35g7MhmcokRDGH8OY2rDOmLtW5tVkJu1UI8YPV-LbQ791Kl77te0d5kZH-M/s320/justin+biebers+final+boss+form+in+final+fantasy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510295413004260738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Pictured above: alleged genius<br /></span></div><br />Bieber exists to fill the holes in our hearts. Young girls have a new idol they can vent their unnatural, Disney Channel sexuality over, younger men have a new twat to vent their anger towards, the RIAA, of course, has a new cash-cow, journalists and tabloid writers now have more to write about/talk about at cocktail parties, and older men and women have a manifestation of how much the next generation will fail (a flawed argument, but a popular one.) He's here until some other teen dream comes to steal the hearts of eight year-olds.<br /><br />And that's why Justin Bieber is a martyr.posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-53318006751466178112010-08-21T23:23:00.005+01:002010-08-23T00:01:54.259+01:00needs more bleeding vaginas<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediafire.com/?6zwqb28lx8jhzdo"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyzFWGoB3kmfGRh1_HPEtbAEs1F75c6-OE16zYZ3N-RlDsh9aGuznxtIDAw4zJdmw-XY6OR45HVfeGJSzH4Z1ONuxP4Q2fU62aGRuS2Ys-CcFtP0XLSeYhBMwqpaGK7uAH5r8CEWr-4W4/s320/Zaireeka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508008184676015618" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">So, Pitchfork gave </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Zaireeka</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"> a 0/10. This struck me as odd, mainly because it's by </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">the Flaming Lips. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">See the juxtaposition? But I'm not going to dwell on Pitchfork's abortion of a review. I like to think I'm better than that. The "hook" of </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Zaireeka </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">is that it comes with four CDs, with eight tracks on each, every disc having an alteration of each song. With a physical copy, you could mix and match discs to see what variation suited you. When all four CDs are played in harmony, weird shit goes down. "Weird shit" as in "beauty". Everything is so fantastically surreal in this album; it's kind of like the disorientation experienced when you get up too quick and blood rushes from your head. Whether it's the means of transportation in the year 2025 or bleeding vaginas, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Zaireeka</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"> will always keep you engaged with its lyrical content. Distorted guitars, strong drums, and high frequencies will have you a) Brain-washed and b) Coming back for more.</span><br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-20081536531755430592010-08-18T21:52:00.008+01:002010-08-19T18:29:52.174+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5FRQGfXRuDomDCiVQ8czH9AHJ8bc0JZlYORL9MbZzX4cXXuy2K0RMBPenxuPPVm-2Wnw8TcNlVgZiDyN-oLXxtRpvInhI9Nz1oKe11iq4y1Mw1NSB0pi3KOZyFQrtSIsaqnEbdzMj-Yw/s1600/badass.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5FRQGfXRuDomDCiVQ8czH9AHJ8bc0JZlYORL9MbZzX4cXXuy2K0RMBPenxuPPVm-2Wnw8TcNlVgZiDyN-oLXxtRpvInhI9Nz1oKe11iq4y1Mw1NSB0pi3KOZyFQrtSIsaqnEbdzMj-Yw/s320/badass.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506869331290766034" border="0" /></a>I'm going to mix things up a little bit. Instead of sharing a new album, I'm going to compile a list of my top ten favorite songs ever. I'm hoping that by doing this I can recalibrate my music taste, which is like a vague, unorganized cloud of vapor right now. I've limited myself to one song per artist, so don't worry about 80% of this being Elliott Smith songs (seriously, I would totally do that.)<br /><br />10. Modest Mouse -<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQC4XbYvHUo"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Custom Concern</span></a> (<span style="font-style: italic;">This is a Long Drive For Someone With Nothing to Think About</span>, 1996) <span style="font-size:78%;">Runner-up: Trailer Trash</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">This song perfectly wraps up my feelings on my existence ("Gotta go to work, gotta go to work, gotta have a job"). Why #10, then? My existence is profoundly dull.</span><br /><br />9. Pixies - <a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIu_b_fG_2g&feature=related">Gigantic</a> (<span style="font-style: italic;">Surfer Rosa</span>, 1988)<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Apparently this is the reason Kim Deal didn't get to contribute that much (lyrically) to the Pixies. I can't see how her sexy, mysterious voice could be considered a bad thing. Okay, so it's pretty much a song about banging a black dude, but... Fuck man, that bass!</span><br /><br />8. Jimmy Eat World - <a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVR8fJ-TJ80">Clarity</a> (<span style="font-style: italic;">Clarity</span>, 1999) <span style="font-size:78%;">Runner-up: Drugs or Me</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A bunch of people imply that <span style="font-style: italic;">Clarity </span>was the only good Jimmy Eat World album. Apparently it had more depth than songs like 'The Middle'. Bullshit. Jimmy Eat World has always been about simple angst, which is why I love them so much. <span style="font-style: italic;">Clarity</span> just seems more fresh.</span><br /><br />7. Cap'n Jazz - <a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8g1tzcTxBT4">Tokyo</a> (<span style="font-style: italic;">Analphabetpolothogy</span>, 1998)<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Far be it from me to give Cap'n Jazz anymore credit than they already deserve. I like them, I just think they're grossly overrated. Tokyo is the one of the reasons I love them so much. I found myself thinking "Damn, that kid sounds like he has a stuffy nose. Someone should give him some chicken-noodle soup" when I first heard it, but the raw voice is probably one of it's best aspects. Oh, and the reference to Christopher Cross's 'Arthur's Theme'? /swoon </span><br /><br />6. David Bowie - <a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhSYbRiYwTY">Space Oddity</a> (<span style="font-style: italic;">Space Oddity</span>, 1969)<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sci-fi, quasi-folk, free-form jazz, death, and David Bowie. Sounds like a total winner to me</span>. <span style="font-size:85%;">Space Oddity is one of the grimmest, most melodramatic pop songs I've heard. It's an about an astronaut (Major Tom, but I don't see how an astronaut could be a "major." Maybe he slept with his employer) getting lost in space, the worst death imaginable. David Bowie would go on to dress in drag and sing about "ch-ch-ch-changes" roughly three years after Space Oddity's release. Huh.</span><br /><br />5. Sunny Day Real Estate - <a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bkgD1yfxoY">The Shark's Own Private Fuck</a> (<span style="font-style: italic;">How it Feels to Be Something On</span>, 1997) <span style="font-size:78%;">Runner-up: Seven</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You had me at the bass intro. Jeremy Enigk squeezes so much bottled-up anger in this track, yet it's not as heavy as, say, Seven. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>4. Beck - <a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPfmNxKLDG4">Where It's At</a> (<span style="font-style: italic;">Odelay</span>, 1996) <span style="font-size:78%;">Runner-up: Teenage Wastebasket</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When my friends ask me what music I listen to, I usually just play some Beck for them. "Oh, you know, folk and sadcore" just isn't as appealing to my peers as "That was a good drum-break". Usually (relatively) happy songs make me more depressed, but Where It's At is pure fun.</span><br /><br />3. The Get Up Kids - <a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MlBMqTRF3h4">Campfire Kansas</a> (<span style="font-style: italic;">On a Wire</span>, 2002) <span style="font-size:78%;">Runner-up: Washington Square Park<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A song about camping with friends. Not suicide or hopelessness; a <span style="font-style: italic;">campfire</span>. This is how I want my teenage life to be like (i.e., having friends that I would want to spend time with)</span><br /></span><br />2. Elliott Smith - <a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ezerLW5jPwI">King's Crossing</a> (<span style="font-style: italic;">From a Basement On the Hill</span>, 2004) <span style="font-size:78%;">Runner-up: Last Call</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"I am going to stab myself in the chest." That could've been the message of this song, because the whole thing sounds like a suicide note (and the lyric "Because I took my own insides out"). In the context of Elliott Smith's 2004 suicide where he <span style="font-style: italic;">actually stabbed himself in the chest, </span>this manages to get even more depressing. I still get chills when the synth kicks in. This could only be topped by...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Wilco - <a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBhj73WtiZU">Jesus, Etc.</a> (<span style="font-style: italic;">Yankee Hotel Foxtrot</span>, 2002)<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Listening to this song is the best explanation there is. </span><br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-6148244011688789022010-08-12T01:24:00.000+01:002010-08-12T22:18:01.508+01:00like a friend you dont want to see<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mdjkqpm34juphfh"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 334px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWnauyY1cLdYxB026vvwpifKJbNILTujUp56yQn5PnjlAs60ZA0hqwsKslLH8AepFNbMYP2MMS1HuFJTfbUReL7WTADemruaYmA0ZuBp84R1RCUJfF580TI4RjUHG-20jvPeIHw8u-Io/s200/Down+Colorful+Hill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501344294738312210" border="0" /></a>A great thing about bands like Radiohead and Wilco is that the songs can have a different meaning to them. Did you get laid to She's a Jar? Bam, that song becomes happy (over time). Was Kid A playing when your love left you? Bam, that song becomes sad (over time). Sometimes with bands like the Killers and Jimmy Eat World I ask myself "Do I like the song or do I like the <span style="font-style: italic;">context</span>?" This is not the case with Red House Painters. I guess you can't expect anything worthy of a "Rockin' Road Trip" mix-tape or happy memories from a genre called sadcore. Not like that's a bad thing; their minimalistic opening track '24' is very fresh and keeps your attention. 'Medicine Bottle' <span style="font-style: italic;"></span>is considerably heavier than '24' and is almost like a suicide note. The title track is epic - at 11 minutes it still manages to stay consistent instead of starting out strong and then haphazardly dragging on. 'Japanese to English' is a personal favorite, and has a hopeless vibe to it. Maybe it's a little cliche ("It's not that simple, this dictionary/It never has a word for the way I'm feeling"); but I like it that way. 'Lord Kill the Pain' has a decidedly alt-country tone, and is a breath of fresh air due to its relative fastness. 'Michael' is the grand finale, and wraps the album together nicely. It's similar to the title-track, but a tad dreamier.<br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-56749837737024544052010-08-08T00:07:00.008+01:002010-08-10T04:13:05.358+01:00ATTENTION ALL JAPANESE WOMEN: NEVER GET NEAR RIVERS CUOMO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediafire.com/?u25467b7vzz14z2"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw_CLzrAL3PrO3je7TrNN4kl4U5ZLJP5AI5a7dBwgzjNbvHtCqNUjpuxyfuL4vAXVhIInuj3UMvPuoRIHQdslaMS7_RSfnAdf2LaIutCl2rjttV2lT5PgeTIQIDt4U0dBbmf5qdFqogB4/s200/Zero+Comma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503604368027970610" border="0" /></a>The Japanese are good at a variety of things; porn, professional eating, arbitrary censoring, developing video-games, getting stereotyped and participating in weird-ass gameshows. When it comes to music, they only seem to succeed in "visual kei" (Japanese scenesters trying too hard to revive bullshit glam-metal wankery), but then I found out about MASS OF THE FERMENTING DREGS, an awesome shoegaze trio (another thing about Japanese music: Bands are almost always referred to in ALL CAPS or all lowercase.) By the first track of their newest album, <span style="font-style: italic;">Zero Comma, Irotoridori no Sekai</span>, I knew I was in for something. By the last track, I found my album of the year. As expected, the guitars are heavily distorted, but the drumming is fucking insane, and the (female) vocals are very J-popesque. If you've ever played a Katamari Damacy game (if you haven't, I suggest you do sometime soon), MotFD sounds like something from the soundtrack, only more serious. Not convinced yet? Track four (RAT) sounds like a goddamn boss battle from Megaman. ONE DAY is very dreamy, and will most likely make you feel lonely, even if you don't know what the fuck they're singing. <span style="font-style: italic;">Zero Comma, Irotoridori no Sekai </span>is amazing overall, and there are about five other releases from MotFD, so there's plenty more where that came from.posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-23785477650825555372010-08-06T15:28:00.006+01:002010-08-06T16:03:09.182+01:00you snooki!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediafire.com/?abju7ku58c7t7g5"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBuzNw4SEfYV3-NTBN1zTCZ0wtnyroS9HfttkCRRZdLZH9j11OWPvmXlf5VJSthlTOiL3rVFZb3wP48Ht7qDYtuLNJI5U4148-3zrTkIC9VMil65v2_RCQNuT1LDgwOIHH3l5LLpKLxQk/s200/critical+meat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502304995802273490" border="0" /></a>Protip: Don't look up "You Slut!" on Google Images without safesearch on. Don't type it in on MediaFire either; one of the results that pop up is "Post-Abortion Slut Fuck", a phrase that, unfortunately, has been engraved in my mind. And I thought I masturbated to some weird shit...<br /><br />ANYWAYS, You Slut! is a math-rock band hailing from the land of Queen Elizabeth (whom, incidentally, is also a slut.) They debuted in 2006 with a six song EP, but their first LP, Critical Meat, was released in 2008. Interestingly, Critical Meat was released in Japan in 2007, and 2008 in the UK. So what about the album itself? Pretty god-damn impressive. The opening track has some of the greatest cowbell playing this side of Electioneering has seen. The beats are choppy, and snares are applied sparingly (yet effectively). What kind of guitar-wizardry do all eight tracks use? I don't know, but I'm afraid to question it. To quote fellow wigger and douchebag Shaggy 2 Dope: "This shit'll blow your motherfuckin' mind!!!"<br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-74290700913362461642010-08-03T16:37:00.007+01:002010-08-05T02:43:31.872+01:00its getting late but i dont mind<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ogr4o2i517o7zik"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5AhTw0xZuZbqybigM_Gdkp-gdJV5blBjCEzsSaBnqhLe-crPq1LzeAC6FJzE4M7EWadeY_R4ZzEGyaJk0LoR3azJJlfEPaz6IlAR4JUnR63J4udzY7-erlPPT-V_LoZ2vbe0Klvu2Y18/s200/Amateurs+and+Professionals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501208498541338066" border="0" /></a>If you like your emo subtle, get out now (but follow the blog and refresh a few times so my hit counter will go up.) Penfold is some whiny-ass shit, which is why I like it. I'm not deluding myself. Some voices are just good for whining. This brings me to Penfold's second release, <span style="font-style: italic;">Amateurs and Professionals</span>. I stumbled upon it while looking up artists similar to the Promise Ring on Last.fm (!) The first track, "June", starts out with a marching-bandesque drum-beat and gives you a good idea of what's to come: Heavy angst. The feel of the album is comparable to staring out the car window when it's raining hard. Great shtuff.<br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-80834576032358011522010-08-01T00:02:00.005+01:002010-08-01T01:05:21.062+01:00livin' like a bug aint easy<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediafire.com/?7pjx6az3nljf1ik"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDnbL7yx8VexrVJS4JE7t-EMIm6mOGH1sNaDyk4QlhTCgF76_F0SWBrOJAk-LjtGa_KHhLcCjPC2gxDNG8hWko2lyH4X8IUBI_Br90RaV1-KXPK43CN47sx4tQPYLk-NxrEDIbHKaOPgA/s200/Home+Movies+OST.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500218241479763778" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Home Movies is awesome. Basically it's a poorly animated cartoon about three grade-schoolers that make really kitschy movies, but much of the script is improv. The result is a bunch of 8-year-olds with awkward adult speech-patterns and some of the funniest shit you've ever seen. The soundtrack itself is really good, mainly because it's a mix of 0ver-the-top glam ballads and instrumentals that are actually pretty sad. I've been searching for this for a while, and my life is complete now that I've found it. I honestly can't recommend this any harder.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >GET IT <br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7IhZ0PahL8"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">season one, episode one</span></span></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bTLJlmSfqyk">septopus</a><br /><a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUFn9hvPp4Q&feature=related">trust yourself</a><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-45983382319455438292010-07-28T07:41:00.007+01:002010-07-28T08:20:46.597+01:00its a great year to be a hipster<div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMpBS6MqVsGW6WV73maXGOVrW95QeYNTw-7UOpUwuScci66Nn7ksvxbvxmWu4vynj76jiLC5JH21gTe-GhRDR2QrhfvBy_2Eng-SQO9dgYxRCG2VVka0Nd3P0WCelFAEbR_BYwhBUevuQ/s1600/Interpol.jpg"></a><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zayhd27kiof5qaa"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 336px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMpBS6MqVsGW6WV73maXGOVrW95QeYNTw-7UOpUwuScci66Nn7ksvxbvxmWu4vynj76jiLC5JH21gTe-GhRDR2QrhfvBy_2Eng-SQO9dgYxRCG2VVka0Nd3P0WCelFAEbR_BYwhBUevuQ/s200/Interpol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498845416717405906" border="0" /></a><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I'm a little late to the party, aren't I? Interpol's new album (self-titled) recently leaked while I was on a 20-hour road trip to Missouri. This marks the fourth 2010 leak I've presented to you, the loving readers (<span style="font-style: italic;">Realism </span>and <span style="font-style: italic;">Congratulations</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Simple Science EP </span>being the other three). The album itself is great compared to their 2007 album <span style="font-style: italic;">Our Love to Admire</span>. It wasn't bad, per se, but it was significantly lacking compared to its parent albums. On its own, Interpol 2010 sounds like a mix of <span style="font-style: italic;">Turn on the Bright Lights </span>ambiance and <span style="font-style: italic;">Antic's </span>punk sound. To be honest, it's not as good as the first two, but you can't really top perfection, can you? This marks the last album made before the bassist, Carlos Dengler, left the band (going on to other, shall I say, antics?), so it'll be interesting if Interpol can find a new bassist that's just as good as him. This is recommended listening all the way, but it might not be the best place to start with Interpol if you aren't familiar with them. Oh, and they drop the f-bomb in Try it On. That's always a bonus with the children, right? </span><br /></div><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Next up for 2010: Jimmy Eat World, Brandon Flowers, and Radiohead. I'm really stoked for the new Jimmy Eat World album. Deal with it, bitch.</span><br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-48241527472765142922010-07-27T02:11:00.008+01:002010-07-28T00:02:25.409+01:00Reclamation! Reclamation!<div align="center"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zmtzbwytzm5"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 294px; display: block; height: 275px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498395228276259442" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQBERis8hxIHxFIwoRUA8VbzncXXlFOiBKNA3wf4kUXXrriAMysfHoEU3gf6EaaAFjkpSZ734VIW2rghP_w-VJz9lWWwUKdyUUs0W09Dia-1Dpspb5iHnG7ADgdTZ5oiwqhaa8CMzyAi4/s200/Steady+Diet+of+Nothing.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#006600;">I was reading an article not too long ago about the Real World. At one point the author mentioned that college was one of the most interesting points in his life. He mentioned that he knew a gay born-again Christian that was a Vikings fan and a Fugazi expert. Obviously that was just a minor detail, but it got me thinking "Damn, I should listen to Fugazi again." So, here I am, banging away at my keyboard telling you about these dudes. </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Today "hardcore" means having anime-esque hair with purple streaks, an ironic love for Hello Kitty, crunkcore, and Ring-Pop candy on at least two fingers. In other words: "scene." Fugazi represent classic hardcore. They have a relatively famous picture in which the lead singer is hanging on a basketball hoop by his legs and screaming into the mic (also, he was shirtless). I guess that's that's the most accurate description of their sound - a bunch of shouting rapscallions having a good time. And shirtless. </span><br /></div><br /><div></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-21789332005561044312010-07-21T06:45:00.009+01:002010-07-22T22:21:33.015+01:00Like Merriweather Post Pavillion, except it's good<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediafire.com/?uzo6k1q9wutddnv"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBa0gfiZxMQ6bcUJ0BWP4EwzvrKKPBrdupqXqB7Jrp8XU6b4LKBpZsovkTHyUjclXoLlGaXRTQq4QXqedgCMnK2ncTJ2rq1so53YXUcGdE0O0fNxABlEUA5W3CpVOglGyLcdcB0sBB-zA/s200/cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496231754476341362" border="0" /> </a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Most people know that noise is caused from vibrations in the air. At least, that's what the Magic Schoolbus taught me. So, if you want to be a pretentious asswad, just go around telling everyone that music is just organized vibrations. Noise-pop bands seem to be aware of this, as they base their material off of organized chaos. I mean, hell, Merzbow made 248 albums by shitting on a Speak'n'Spell.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">All joking aside, noise-pop can be pretty good. Ribbons and Bows proves this by releasing the White Light 7", a two-track record sampling what's to come by Rs&Bs. The titular track starts out with a crunchy beat, and an extremely lo-fi guitar lick separates the transition from beat-and-lyrics to full band. TV has an insane drumbeat, but starts out with a somewhat smooth techno beat (though still crazy. Think of something from Bomberman.) And then: SQUEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAVUYCVIYTGCYDCUTRXUTRXAYUYWDUYWDGCVCV~~~</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The vocalist proceeds to chant "CHAOS" over and over again.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT? AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, WHY DO I LOVE IT SO MUCH?</span><br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950728410631215889.post-40939747992798529552010-07-20T20:21:00.003+01:002010-07-20T22:34:41.356+01:00Calling all plucky artists!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfWEvHNJDib-tkokwPGstp-0TfrYOgS5HNPS6OEpR37Vpl7zKq-c5FQZE56IplL04Agu31HC6qyZSQXkbDSpD5WOAEYLVM9SarENnWoM4M_0A4-0z8oYC59RbA6dTsmkCgDp_8omi4MM/s1600/huahehuahehuah.PNG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfWEvHNJDib-tkokwPGstp-0TfrYOgS5HNPS6OEpR37Vpl7zKq-c5FQZE56IplL04Agu31HC6qyZSQXkbDSpD5WOAEYLVM9SarENnWoM4M_0A4-0z8oYC59RbA6dTsmkCgDp_8omi4MM/s200/huahehuahehuah.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496087184826310610" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Do you have a band or solo project that needs a little publicity? I'll listen to it!</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Send me a MediaFire link to your EP, LP, demo - whatever - on last.fm. Just private message </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://www.last.fm/user/JesusLoserFish">my account</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">. You can also contact me on </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/caligulas.lil.tax.collector">FaceBook</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">. I have about five bands that sent submissions, but I'm always ready to accept more. Reviews will be on an every-other-day basis, but I might do some daily. Yes, I'm still going to post-actual-release albums, but this keeps things fresh.</span><br /></div>posthumoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760569895638373151noreply@blogger.com0