I don't know the first thing about The Explorers Club except that I got this MP3 from their new album, Freedom Wind (due out May 10th from Dead Oceans) and I love its Beach Boys overtures. Sure, they love the Beach Boys, but in this same email I'm also told that they count The Byrds, Emitt Rhodes and ELO among their other influences.
OK. You have my attention.
They're going to be playing a huge showcase at SXSW on March 13th with their Jagjaguwar, Secretly Candian and Dead Oceans family, and they'd like me to tell you that it's ...
The best part of listening to thousands of submissions and suggestions from all over the map is that when a gem actually surfaces, you can see the highlights shimmering that much more clearly. In accordance with this thought, I'm completely blown away by the recently-acquired Seattle band Kay Kay and His Weathered Underground's self-titled debut, and I needed to tell someone.
Kay Kay & co. have produced a modern psychedelic pop masterpiece: a diamond which is neither over nor under polished, a rare and precious offering full of inventively original works without an ounce of filler, each of which pays ...
The world is always your oyster if you can take something that people have attempted before and put a spin on it that is actually refreshing. As such, once again the cacophony of hype is ringing in the global collective consciousness of writers about another young up-and-coming band who have defeated the dragon of producing a first effort worthy of praise and accolades.
Of course, it's disenfranchising that the band which I am referring to is having to wait in line behind another set of lads whose sweater-driven uptown saturday night antics prove that if you eat the right ...
MySpace Music is occasionally good for one thing or another, most of the time for finding things that are so bad that you have to wonder why someone bothered to write it in the first place, but rare gems get unearthed. A gem is a funny thing, too, because calling it "gem" gives a song some inherent preciousness, some kind of cache that tells you it has more than merely redeeming value. Rather than try to give you that sense about these two tracks, I will just say that I don't know if either of them are *necessarily* ...
Did you think I had died? Fallen off the face of the earth? Well, I didn't do the former, but a self-imposed period of regulation and hiatus was necessary. In the face of the viper, you can either take a a shot at getting bitten or step back and live to fight another day. Such was the case for your author, and I can assure you I'm better for it than ever.
So why not return with a bang? The resurrection began with an unexpected phone call the other day in which I was invited by ...
I'll get to updating as soon as I decompress. All I can say is this: if you weren't at the Vice Afterhours at Cake Shop tonight, you missed on so much ill shit that you should probably go on vacation with your name sounding like a wakk radio station. Packed to the rafters, Cake Shop was blown the fuck out to the nth degree.
The soon-to-be household name repping Chicago known as Kid Sister blew the joint up, Chromeo rocked that motherfucker out, Flosstradamus spun round one, and by the time A-Trak came to the wheels of ...
I've been sick pretty much since I got to NYC. Something about this town, as soon as I walk in, brings on flu-like symptoms -- body aches, fevers, coughing -- so it's no surprise that I'm already feeling like shit two days into the festival. Good thing I don't drink, otherwise I'd probably be in really serious trouble right now.
Day One of CMJ was Halloween. I really can't imagine there being much to do on Halloween in NYC except to check out the parade. This is the first Halloween I've been in NYC where I didn't ...
I'll never forget seeing Mickey Avalon at Midwest Music Summit this year. It was a singular experience, one of those shows that no matter how many showers I take, I will never be able to scrub off of myself. In a word, it was personified brilliance. Today, Mickey Avalon, aka the sickest white rapper in the fucking known universe, has just become the newest signee to the newly-formed MySpace Records. From the MySpace Records page:
Well… we are re-releasing the first record from the sick and twisted mind of Mickey Avalon. The kosher salami's full length ...
I promised myself that when I wrote about My Best Friends Are Blues, I wouldn't tell the Katherine story. I promised I wouldn't do that because the Katherine story is already told in these songs much better than I could tell it. But, in order to explain My Best Friends Are Blues, it is necessary to tell the Katherine story a little bit. You see, Katherine was "the one". Katherine was the one who got away, who, in some way or so it seems, wiped her feet on the heart of the boy who would ...
I miss the hell out of T-Rex. I do. There's a lot to love that Marc Bolan left behind, and his influence shines through in the music of David Vandervelde. According to his email, the 22-year-old Chicagoan performs with The Moon Station House Band and has been working on solo material for a few years now. David's "friends and tennis partners" have told him that his music "shows the maturity and swagger of a man much longer in the tooth," and I'm not one to say they're wrong. At times, you might have to look ...
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