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Not necessarily a smaller site, but if WonderingSound.com gets a bit more consistent with their content strategy, it will be a music site super power.
We've traded enough barbs for me to to know that you'd not do that, but FWIW, there's always this in terms of how the others operate: a former Pitchfork writer / current SPIN writer Brandon Soderberg disclosed an example of how a "best for business" model forced a BNM review of an album that nobody on staff was high because it stood to favor their SEO gains. (read about it here if not: http://no-trivia.tumblr.com/post/64660558089/wondering-what-happens-behind-the-scenes-at-p4k-i-knew) It may not be Pitchfork payola, but it sure is opportunistically making money off of music that isn't really a realistic reflection of the writers' beliefs. I wanna say they're doing even more of that now over there?
I could be wrong, but I think the three-piece look is just for promotional image purposes (even the pictures from the last album depicted them as a trio) and live, they'll still be joined by the dude from the Secret Machines. Whatever the case, they still look cool as hell with their updated suit goth-gone-surfer look and they almost make me wish everyone was still wearing blazers, because blazers were so much more easier to layer and coordinator than denim jackets. Screw you, denim jackets!
Wow, and she doesn't look a day under 60! Happy birthday, Courtney!
I got downvoted for this? If that's the case, we are in some serious shit, America...
Right on. More information came to light about who this woman was, and it wasn't pretty, so I think it's safe to say Oberst deserves every penny. A decade ago, this wasn't as big of a problem in our world, but in this day in age, I think everybody needs better protection on the Internet from people who intend to damage others' reputations without any truth behind their words. It's so easy to spread lies about people and there's unfortunately a lot of people who think that because it's the Internet, it doesn't count in real, but try telling that to a potential employer who Googles you and sees some pretty terrible stuff about you written.
I can't agree with the PreEval. I think this is his best post-2000s album yet, and it was maybe the first album I've heard in 2014 that I instantaneously knew was special. It's comedic genius, controversial, vicious and Moz just doesn't age despite his "illnesses." Also, what the eff is up with the joint by-line? Did a husband-wife or brother-sister duo write this thing or something? Conjoined twins perhaps? Who listened to which half? Who wrote which paragraphs? Who thought what? I'm going to guess it's some married couple mischief, because in the grand tradition of couples being the most unbearable two-headed monsters of sharing everything on the Internet, this has the markings of one all over it. Would it kill them to be their own individuals for once? Mercy...
"The Michigan husband and wife duo Empire! Empire! (I Was A Lonely Estate) were key figures in the Midwest emo scene long before anybody was talking about an emo revival..." This is technically not a true statement. On June 1, 2010, I began a music blog, and my absolute first post was devoted to the return of respectable new wave of emo bands. Empire! Empire! was one such spotlighted band: http://www.awkwardsound.com/2010/06/in-case-you-didnt-get-memo.html So, I guess in essence, I was the first person in the world of independent music writing to recognize something was happening in the genre. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Translation: "I saw what Sky did didn't exactly translate to commercial success, and then my two hits happened, so here I am back in bed with pop again!"
Sad when these millennials can't even be bothered to write out full words and use punctuation. That is why Twitter is not useful, Grimes...
Album of the year contender, but is Rickly the Artist of the Year as well? Was hoping to see No Devotion, Rickly's newly announced band with the remaining members of Lostprophets, covered in these pages. To me, they carry on with the atmospheric glossy feel of Thursday's A City by the Light Divided in an even poppier sense, probably because Dave Fridmann and Alex Newport mixed / recorded it.
Hey man, I didn't mean to make it sound like I was coming at you. I know that's what you mean and that sort of technically accurate / harsh self-accountability advice may be true, buuuuuuuuuut sometimes that sort of advice means nothing when someone has had their feelings hurt. I mean, you don't go up to a girl who just found out her boyfriend has been cheating on her and tell her, "Hey, you can sit around all day and cry, but the truth is you're responsible for yourself and you can choose to go out and meet a new guy." Sometimes the girl needs a weekend to be miserable to get it out of her system, and this weekend, I was that girl.
The label's write-up refers to it as a "posthumous" album as well. Joke or does this finally confirm the band has broken up (but not really since they all play in other Godmode-related bands?)
As do your anti-feminism / so incredibly ignorant-but-intensely-pro-misogyny rants.
Gun shot to the neck. Got it. And it's full proof you say?
I don't want to just "do something else" because I can't do anything else. There's no where to go out alone and just strike up conversations with strangers because I live in a boring suburban sprawl where the only options are sporty townie bars filled with local losers and bro-ish creeps who prove that misogyny is alive and well. There are no clubs to join (I've looked into Meetup.com and the results are dire at best.) This has been the depressing pattern of my every weekend for far too long. I'm so sick of hearing based-on-assumption-easier-said-than-done worthless fuck-all advice from people like you as if you have the slightest clue what you're talking about as that the problem is that easily fixable. As my best friend, maybe he should understand that I have been bogged down by boredom to an unhealthy level that this weekend would have helped, and for once in his life, he could grow a pair, tell his witch of an ex that it would have to wait until Monday and have the great weekend he promised that we would. Our generation has a courtesy problem. It's this internet age of communication where they suffer from an intense fear of missing out and potentially regretting missed opportunities, so they haphazardly put their selfish needs before anything else, wrecking others' plans in the process at the very last second, and just assume they can repair the damage on their time at a later point. FOMO to the extreme, because YOLO.
I had to look up what "Heartstone" was in order to understand it, so I guess that counts me out hah. Everything you say about people's relationship-in-the-context-of-their-friendships assessment is true. I know one large reason I was even invited out to visit in the first place was because my friend wasn't preoccupied by having a girlfriend (who is an extreme introvert with an early bed time that made for my last visit a few years ago kind of a drag,) so with this news, it's just like, "Here we go again... Might as well not plan on visiting until something socially bad happens in my friends' lives again." What's a person to do, though. You don't want to get in the way of their happiness. Irony is how it negatively effects mine and my plans.
Thanks Raptor. In a weird way, my virtual friends have somehow become more comforting than my IRL ones these days. I just needed a place to vent, and this seemed as good as a throwaway to do it without those involved in this crappy situation actually reading it and sending me yet another text apologizing. I try not to comment on here anymore because I get yelled at regardless, but tonight is just one of those nights where the words needed to go somewhere.
I am sitting here in my basement when I should really be in Brooklyn right now for the weekend. I had the plans finalized for over a month now, was looking forward to actually having fun for once in my boring life in the company of friends, my bus ticket booked and then comes today when my best friend mentions he might be a little distracted this weekend because his recenlty-exed girlfriend who dumped him and was really mean to him decided that yes, maybe they should give it another shot, and that she'd like to get together with him tonight and tomorrow. "It's just bad timing," he tells me of it, not wanting to actually say what I knew what he was thinking, but after dancing around the topic, I finally ask, "Do you not want me to come? I can tell you're going to be distracted either way and don't want to get in the way of that opportunity." "Would you mind?! I'm so, so, sorry! I owe you big time!!!" and a flood of a dozen apologies that mean nothing to me at that point because there was my heart being crushed in an almost predictably sad way again. I am the best friend anyone could ask for, but what does it matter when you're just alone all of the time because of it. I have the worst life ever and am going to kill myself live in a TinyChat room or something because obviously nothing good is supposed to ever happen to me.
"Wild for the night, fuck being polite." - Ultragrrrl