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UNPIANO: APRIL MIXTRADE
Now that it’s nice out I have no excuse not to walk everywhere. The only thing is I hate walking.
‘CULT OF RAGE’ 1988 NEWS SPECIAL ON MISSING FOUNDATION
We’ve got a special edition of NY TIMES TRAVEL to provide a bit of context for Peter Missing‘s upcoming exhibition at Superchief Gallery. (We know it’s been awhile, the magazine will be back soon but we’ve been pretty busy running an actual art gallery.. it’s not a bad look.) You may recognize the overturned wine [...]
UNPIANO: DEERHUNTER
So far 2013 has my head all screwed up. The new Deerhunter albums sounds like what The Strokes new album was supposed to be and The Strokes new album sounds like Daft Punk or some shit.
UNPIANO: MARCH MIXTRADE
There is a stretch of about a week at the end of March/beginning of April where New York feels just like San Francisco. And yes, this mix is late.
YOU VS. IRON LUNGS: FINALLY, A “SMOKE WEED TO THIS” CONTEST (From YOU Dad…I Learned it from Watching YOU!)
We challenge you, literally, to out-smoke this old man. Win money and glory.
UNPIANO: SAM FLAX
I don’t even know what to call this genre anymore since it houses so many different elements. Luckily, no one else besides a handfull of nerds on the internet care what you call it. Everyone else just wants to dance.
UNPIANO: INC.
Each note makes being love sick sound like a good idea and then bizarrely it also makes you want to fuck. So basically what we’re dealing with the exact sound of breakup sex.
UNPIANO: TOURIST
With Jacques Greene-style vocal treatment and dark synth pads under the mellow half-time/double-time drums, Tourist is the soundtrack to skinny dipping in a secret lake you stumbled on while coming down from a life-changing acid trip.
UNPIANO: WET ILLUSTRATED
It drunkenly stumbles from hook-filled basement pop to jittery art-punk with an infectious, posi-summertime vibe that has me aching for beach weather and daytime beers.
UNPIANO: BLOOD SISTER
Blood Sister perfectly combines all of my favorite shit: 60′s melodies, loud-ass guitars, old horror movies and Bart Simpson.
UNPIANO: THE READYMADES
13 tracks of blown-out, lo-fi garage punk blast that walks a tight-rope between intentional organized chaos and a car careening off a bridge.
SMOKE WEED TO THIS: NEON TRAILS THAT NEVER FADE AWAY SET TO FRENCH GIRL MUSIC. (I KNOW IT LOOKS LIKE AN OLD SPRINT COMMERCIAL, GET PAST IT.)
It starts out and i’m just trying to figure out what i’m watching this guy do, and then suddenly, after giving up that he wasnt going to “fightclub” all those cars, i start thinking about trails and drugs and then, for a second i try to figure out how he’s doing this on video, and [...]
UNPIANO: QUIET SUN
Sometimes you just need to relax your brain in order to think and when you are listening to a song that sounds like a brain thinking then guess what happens next.
UNPIANO: ODESZA
Sure it can get pretty poppy and will probably find it’s way onto Gossip Girl or something (is that still a show?), but remember how fun MGMT was for like 5 seconds before you had it shoved down your throat? You can let yourself like this for a minute. I promise.
UNPIANO: JACKSON SCOTT
Not sure what it is about North Carolina, but it seems to produce some of the most romantic, dreamy pop this side of the Ozark mountains. Not to mention that everyone always sounds super fucking stoned…
UNPIANO: TEMPERS
Release party for the new video is tonight at PARLOR and is hosted by Dossier and New/Age…
UNPIANO: WHISTLEJACKET
In all honesty we very rarely go through the submission mail box because it gets so overcrowded with PR people trying to push acoustic covers of hip hops songs (barf). However, when we finally get around to it, the job always yields some gems…
UNPIANO: PICNIC WOMEN
You know how Japan likes to take American culture, look at it through the lens of obsessive-compulsive precision, amplify the good stuff and polish it to sickening perfection? Well they got wind of Juke and Ghetto-tech over there, and these dudes are not fucking around.
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