Man, I certainly wasn’t expecting this, but I really like it. Maybe it’s just the female backing vox and the overall production, but it reminded me a bit of late-period Go Betweens as well as the aforementioned XTC and World Party.
At first I thought that shirt was the cover of In the Court of the Crimson King, which kinda make sense. I was disappointed to see that, no, it was just her face.
However, given Ms. Cyrus’ curious musical appetites, I do expect to see her tweet “I repeat myself under stress I repeat myself under stress I repeat myself under stress” at some point in the next year or two.
It didn’t bother asking about its drugs because it knows you took them all.
Hey guys, 1991 called and it wants its clothes and music back.
There’s a reason you gave AOTW to Gibson and not Speedy Ortiz: Me Moan is assloads more interesting than Major Arcana. Which is not to say that the latter is a bad album by any stretch, but it also doesn’t have any “What the fuck?” moments like Me Moan does.
True story: One morning in eighth grade, while the whole student body was piled into the bleachers before school got going for the day, I got into a fight with a kid over whether Green Day (my band) or Pearl Jam (his band) were better. Along the way, I’m pretty sure I called him white trash because he said his parents were going to vote against an upcoming school property tax hike.
It got busted up pretty quickly, but I got away with just an “indoor recess” because I mentioned the property tax thing to the principal, who liked me anyway because I was a nerd.
Also, I’d still take Dookie over PJ’s entire discography.
You know that two of Chvrches’ three members are dudes in their thirties, right?
Nice try, but…no.
Oh hey, I ate at Perry’s for lunch during my interview for my current job. I got a Reuben, though. There’s not that much sports bar shit there.
Wow, this is very different, but “I Miss Your Bones” didn’t sound at all like it could fit on their first record either. Whatever the case, I like it.
Needs more star wipes.
…aaaaaaaaand, BLOCKED. God damn it, Universal.
That cover art is so amazingly awful it goes all the way around to just amazing.
“Stick your long sharp nails into my pale buttocks” may be the best line of 2013.
I have to say, I can’t think of any singers better suited to do this vocal than George Lewis. Well done.
Hell of a set of pipes. Good track, too.
Anyone else find it odd that she performed with sunglasses on and then whipped them off as soon as the song was over? I realize that they’re affectation (yeah, yeah, I know, what isn’t affectation?), but man, if you’re gonna strike a rock star pose, try to hold it just a little longer before you start brushing your hair back and fidgeting awkwardly.
Good stuff–nicely splits the difference between early Floyd and the first two Yes albums.
I have to say, the period 1969-70 when psych was turning into prog–but was still a long way from the latter’s Persian-rugs-and-Shastric-scriptures apotheosis/nadir–is probably one of the most interesting mini-eras in rock history. It’s gonna be a long time before that soil’s completely depleted, as this track shows.
Gorgeous backing track, but man, my two-year-old has better flow. Promising, though!
Something about that shouted “THIS IS MY LUCKY PENCIL!” warmed the very cockles of my shriveled black heart.
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with sounding like Evil Franz Ferdinand. Plus, holy hell are those guitar and bass tones awesome.
Very nice. Reminds me most strongly of the last Goldfrapp album (which has been criminally ignored, IMO).
At the time of the final, self-titled Blink album, a lot of the indie-type dudes I hung out with were really into it.
Kinda fun, but man, dude doesn’t seem to have discovered any setting on his chorus pedal other than “BOTTOM OF THE PACIFIC OCEAN.”
The first thing that occurred to me is that Billie Joe Armstrong does this stuff way, way better than Mike Ness.
That Nu Shooz song gets played twice a day on the Clear Channel “old school” pop station (target demo: women ages 35-54) here in the Bay Area. It’s kinda terrible and awesome at the same time.
I get the impression that Portland had a really wildly eclectic music scene before it became hipsterville.