The beautiful and sultry voice of Inara George and the pop nuanced musical stylings of Greg Kurstin are the components of my new favorite thing, The Bird And The Bee. A modern day Audrey Hepburn with the voice of an angel singing clever lyrics over a fiery combination of Jobim and Everything But The Girl, The Bird And The Bee are, in a word, it. Tracey Thorn, take notes please. Here's the two tracks Keith featured over at Teaching The Indie Kids To Dance Again, gussied up slightly and re-served. Go be their fucking boyfriend ...
Finally, Teaching The Indie Kids To Dance Again has resurfaced after a rather lengthy hiatus & nobody is happier than I am. I did a lot of coercing and coaxing because we all wanted him back. Stop by his site and check out a couple of tracks from the phenomenal indie jazz pop phenomenon of The Bird And The Bee a duo from Los Angeles so gorgeous to hear you might think you're trapped in a clever '60s french spy thriller, or waiting for the arrival of your James Bond from fighting the bad guys. Keith has ...
If you haven't already heard about Spank Rock, I'm sorry. Spank Rock is the illest, freshest, sickest, dopest, fantasticest thing to come out of the Bmore/Phillyverse in a hot hot minute. YoYoYoYoYo is one of the freshest hip-hop albums of the century, destroying all notions of current hip-hop standards and completely resetting them with mind-blowing electronic beats and rhymes. The singles "Rick Rubin" and "Backyard Betty" have been killing dancefloors worldwide, bringing the Spank Rock message to the world.
Prepared to continue serving suckers worldwide with something new to rock past the bus stop, Spank Rock is coming ...
I'd like to start this intolerable rant by giving the giant 'fuck you shitty magazine' middle finger to the bathroom-ready Spin Magazine for giving bad reviews to almost every record I've liked any songs from in recent memory. I guess when you get paid to write reviews for a living, it's important to write about stars like Thom Yorke to keep your circulation going. Not that I dislike the Thom Yorke solo album, I just don't think it's anything ground-breaking or comparatively interesting. I've heard Jeff Buckley and Bjork, I don't need to hear them filtered through ...
I know I've been bad about updating. Okay, well...life is happening. But I can't just abandon the one thing that keeps it all together, can I? Summertime in Memphis is so hot, your feet can't touch the pavement and nobody wants to move. It's 103 in the shade, and it's that swampy, nasty heat that makes you take three showers a day and still feel funky. So, in honor of the funky, nasty heat of summertime, I dug out some of my favorite jams for you to get you in the groove. Some ...
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