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6 May

I felt the need the other day to “e-hassle” or rather, chastise someone on the internet for talking shit on Hunx. Then I remembered when Hunx was talking shit on Smith Westerns, for pretty much no reason. Bands do enough shit talking themselves, so why should I care? It’s like when people get mad at others for bringing down their favorite sports team. To be honest, though, I got more annoyed by this person using the term “hipster” in their insult. What is this, 2001? Seriously? At least get creative. But, then again, if people weren’t senselessly calling each other names, we wouldn’t have the modern-day treasure which is Hipster Runoff.

OH MY GOD, BECKY. LOOK AT THAT HIPSTER. HE IS SO HIP. HE LOOKS LIKE, ONE OF THOSE VAMPIRE WEEKEND FANS.

Check out my hipster ride. It was too cold for my Schwinn, so I decided to rev this baby up!

If you follow a pop culture trend, or support some sort of independent music scene, or like bands outside of the mainstream, or buy records from the “cool” part of town, or–god forbid–just ain’t down with The Man…hey, chances are that you have some “hipster” in you. Do you like Reggie Watts? You’re a hipster. Hipsters are just rife with satirical talents. Many hipsters watch Conan, The Daily Show, Cartoon Network, ad nauseum. Many hipsters like well-fitted jeans. Sometimes hipsters wear sunglasses reminiscent of 50s styles. No, Jared. I can’t buy those Ray Bans (that I love so much) because I might be construed as a hipster. Tracy, I realize those are Brooks Brothers frames, but the hipster next door wears a style similar to these and I just cannot be confused as one of his kind. If you don’t want to be mistaken for a hipster, might as well never wear scarves, plaid, well fitting jeans, Vans, beanies, and a whole host of other things.


In any case, the person in question plays in a pretty great-sounding band. Although, I can’t get over how Snyder sounds eerily like Caleb Followill or Jon Fratelli (although neither of them seem to do as good of a falsetto). Actually, I’m pretty sure he sounds like some other dude (see: “I know I wasn’t there/but I want to take you back” in Ride Coach), but I don’t listen to music as often as I used to. Thus, my references are hazy. I used to be able to match guitar riffs up even if they were in a different pitch. Fun ability for someone with very little musical talent, but potentially embarrassing for the songwriters caught in the act. Now I just blog.

Ok time for some tunes:

Just kidding:

1,2,3 – Riding Coach & Work

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Four months later

7 Apr

Other Lives – Tamer Animals
Yuck – Operation
Ennui – Lights
Chuck Berry – Havana Moon

autumn short list

9 Nov

The Gruesomes – Love Got In the Way
King Tuff – Black Zelda
Best Coast – Our Deal
Hunx and his Punx – Dream On (Little Dreamer)
V-3 – Hating Me. Hating You.

dredge fog

6 Oct

I’m developing a roll of film from Scion Garage Fest this weekend (shot King Tuff, The Gories, Human Eye, The Spits? and some other things while I was drunk and now don’t remember). The shows were cool, don’t really feel like recapping them. Listen to these grossly good jams instead:

The Child Molesters – (I’m The) Hillside Strangler
Fag Cop – Tunnel of Love
The Warmers – Walking Solves It

Bombay Bicycle Club’s Acoustic Album

19 Aug

Wow, so, what a wet dream. I’ve always really loved Bombay Bicycle Club (it’s a tear-jerking moment when early demos that kicked major ass turn into well-produced EPs and then a full fledged album) and after Evening/Morning came out, “You Already Know” was a favorite of mine (I posted it later on in my anniversary mix). Despite my heavy sonic leanings, I’m as much of a sucker for acoustic songs as the next person. I just saw this was out today (I know, I’m terrible with new releases), and didn’t hesitate in getting it–there is never a dry patch or stark moment in the acoustic efforts of the band. I suppose it’s also a pretty risky move to have your second full length record be completely acoustic, and I praise the band for believing in their strengths enough in order to make such a decision. I knew I’d fall in love. I know you will too. Leonard Cohen made the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame for a reason, so any querulous BBC fans that are critics of this release should put a damn sock in it.

I’m not lying when I say the acoustic treatment of “Dust on the Ground” might rival the original song (I’d like a little more bass via drum though). I also relish what seems to be the Spanish guitar styling of “My God.” And of course, “Ivy & Gold” is quite an irresistibly dapper tune. “Swansea”, the Joanna Newsom cover, is pretty good as well, though not one of my favorites. Utter beauty is my initial response to the title track. I’m throwing out too many superlatives right now, I know–deal with it. Fantasy collaboration? Bombay Bicycle Club with The Dodos. YES. Yes, yes.

Buy the album through Amazon
or buy it through iTunes

Midwest Beat New Record

29 Jul

Server space is back up and The Midwest Beat have put out a new LP entitled At The Gates which you can purchase here:

Dusty Medical Records


ALSO I will not be posting music until I get DNS issues figured out with my FTP because supposedly the links work for everyone yet I cannot connect to the FTP. I’ll try and post the Barbara album review by sunday so people on the fence can figure out if they want to go to the show coming up. Otherwise I am going to lay low. Keep checking flickr for gig photos.

Blues Explosion hits Pittsburgh

14 Jul

Blues Explosion
w/ Expensive Shit & Icon Gallery
Thursday, July 15th
Diesel
7 PM, 21+

The artists more commonly known as Jon Spencer Blues Explosion will be playing Diesel this Thursday, as a part of a few tour dates that also hit Pitchfork and Michigan–after which they will be doing some fall dates in California. Although Jon Spencer has not released an album with Blues Explosion in six years, fans still shiver in anxious excitement to see the band’s hybrid style of rock n roll blues; many of the favorable live reviews stem from Spencer’s eagerness to interact with the crowd and his wild, borderline raucous, charisma. Seeing as the band possesses a diverse range of sounds embedded in their instrumentation and an extensive discography, even those who became disappointed with the band’s output after Now I Got Worry will hopefully find their dismay jolted out of them at the show.


photo by Brian Velenchenko

Being previously unfamiliar with the band’s work, the first album I started out with was Orange (after checking out Groovy Hate Fuck by Pussy Galore) and I felt pretty annoyed at myself for brushing off the band after only having heard “Talk About the Blues.” Even from the first track, you get the feeling that Spencer can pretty much sell anything he sings due to the band’s musical chops, his own vocal prowess, and their penchant for having a damn good time. Even though the last track has a cheesy “we’re playing las vegas” ostentatious feel to it, there’s enough of a genuine 70s rock vibe in order for the band to pull it off.

I think that my main gripe with Damage isn’t that the songs are bad, but the popularity for swaggering southern cock rock has grown so much that it is hard to pick out the band’s redeeming qualities from everything else that’s floating around. Despite this, “Crunchy” and “Fed Up and Low Down” still stand out–the former for its poppy goodness and the latter for its retreat into funky powered territory that is intermittently changed up with a careening punk chorus.

Spencer’s more current work in Heavy Trash highlights his musical knowledge in a way that Damage did not; not only is he able to delve into more genres with Matt Verta-Ray–country, blues, rockabilly–the removal of the Blues Explosion brand allows him to write more faceted lyrics as well. The band’s latest record, Midnight Summer Serenade, consolidates production quality, songwriting, and album progression in a manner that’s very addictive. It’s like The King Khan & BBQ Show’s wet dream.

JSBX sampler:

and also: Bedevilment from Heavy Trash’s Midnight Summer Serenade (2009),
Dead Meat from Pussy Galore’s Groovy Hate Fuck (Feel Good About Your Body) LP (1987)