I live and die by Faith No More, and I have done so for most of my memory. They combine just enough metal not to terrify me with a self-conscious weirdness that I find endlessly endearing.
I haven't followed all of Patton's stuff outside of FNM and Mr. Bungle--how could anyone, really?--but I will champion that Dillinger Escape Plan EP that he is on. Again, that kind of aesthetic is not usually my thing, but Patton is on it, so it *is* my thing.
I'm a little late to the party on this one, but apparently, Noel Gallagher is now feuding with Christmas. Family-dinner-potato-peeling crisis averted!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Bb3fuVhox8
I have lots of thoughts about this, my youth, but I will merely summarize those thoughts as follows:
WBRU in the 1990s was a great, great thing. Also, thanks for this article.
I'm genuinely trying to imagine what making out to Sigur Ròs would be like, and I'm not sure that I'd dig it.
I'm also genuinely imagining a relationship in which I would communicate to my girlfriend solely in the language of Jónsi Birgisson; she, in turn, would respond as Elizabeth Fraser.
I imagine this relationship would not last very long.
In other news, "Damage" wins this record.
I have come here to say that, when I saw this announcement on Tanya Donelly's Facebook feed, I chimed in to welcome Belly back. Almost immediately, Tanya liked my comment. "Tanya Donelly likes this," my computer screen told me.
That's my story. I declare it one of the best stories ever written.
My appetite for this particular aesthetic, and maybe even this particular band, is endless. Yet, I'm a little worried. I saw DIIV back in 2012, and they killed it, which inspired me to buy Oshin, which I've listened to almost on an endless loop since then. So I was psyched to hear that they were opening for Ride.
Regrettably, I was not psyched to see them open for Ride, because they were really, really, really boring--and seemingly really bored. I'm still hopeful, but a little less so than I was a few months back.
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