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Having a new Mount Eerie album to listen to just as an epic blizzard starts rolling in seems almost too perfect.
Feedback Kitchen was also the working title of Lou Reed’s aborted follow-up to Metal Machine Music where he mic’d up a blender, cranked up the distortion, pushed puree, and let it ride for three solid hours. It was too extreme for public consumption, though still more listenable than Lulu.
Really sad news, and I wish them both the best. That said, I’m sure we’ll get a hell of a break-up album out of it. Sure, Vulnicura might be the flavor of the moment in that respect, but keep a slot open on your year end lists, because the next Mandy Moore album is gonna be one for the ages.
An interesting choice, but don’t try this at home, folks: if your Vulnicura leaks, call the doctor right away.
I’ve read the Wolf Parade comparisons elsewhere, and I’m not sure I hear it. I attribute this to the considerable distance between Alberta and Quebec.
I get the Joy Division thing, in the sense that when I first heard these guys I thought they should’ve just named the band Womenterpol.
That interview was hilarious. Especially this: “Lucifer was a fallen angel and the bringer of light. Basically what America was based off of, if you want to believe in the Illuminati and the fact that a bunch of guys came over to this “empty” country and killed a bunch of Injuns, as they called them—I’m part Indian, feathers not dots. They just wrote a piece of paper and said, “This is going to be the gig.” And it started a country. And it’s funny to think that’s how our country started. A bunch of guys signed a piece of paper and that’s our country. And rappers are “all about the Benjamins,” and Benjamin Franklin legalized slavery. It doesn’t make any sense.”
Brushing the dust off an empty keg in the garage, Jenna Bush sighed to herself, “I remember when I was one of the coolest first daughters ever.” As she placed her hands on its cold steel frame she considered trying out a kegstand for old times’ sake. “Not without a spotter,” she laughed to herself, instead leaning on the empty vessel, chardonnay in hand, turning the knob on the long-neglected Aiwa stereo that sat next to an unused bottle of Armor All wheel polish on an adjacent workbench. Funny that the song was “How You Remind Me,” she thought. How it reminded her, indeed.
Collaborating with Nuno Bettencourt: a pretty savvy move, if Jack Blades of Night Ranger/Damn Yankees fame is busy and you forgot to check what the guys from Mr. Big are up to these days.
Berman also hasn’t updated his blog since July. While he posted pretty sporadically as it was, I figured the lack of content there meant he had something in the works. If that something turns out to be more Silver Jews music I will be thrilled; I love few things more than David Berman’s songwriting.
Also: it’s hilarious that Bob Nastanovich drinks Michelob Ultra.
And you know, I couldn’t have gotten all of those upvotes without the various public library computers throughout the tri-state area that I logged onto using burner accounts to upvote my own posts. Sure, my parents, parole officer, and various former romantic parters told me I should get a job and stop scuttling from library to library in search of validation via internet comments, but to them I say, “who’s #2? Me or you? Oh btw IN YOUR FACE.” It’s been a great year. #blessed