L.A. is rife with young punks straddling the line between aping their regional punk-predecessors and pushing the L.A. sound into new territory.
Now that it’s nice out I have no excuse not to walk everywhere. The only thing is I hate walking.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Blood Sister perfectly combines all of my favorite shit: 60′s melodies, loud-ass guitars, old horror movies and Bart Simpson.
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.
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.
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.
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…
Release party for the new video is tonight at PARLOR and is hosted by Dossier and New/Age…
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…
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.
Sometimes you have to really listen to a song in order to figure out why it makes you feel weird and concurrently why that makes you like it. And sometimes you have to listen to a whole bunch of them for the same reason.
Aww man, this review is starting to bum me out. It’s like outgrowing a friendship or something.. but everything awesome comes to an end at some point right?
It’s possible that we’re the only fans of shoegaze that don’t give a shit about this record. Apparently we should have learned a lesson from the last Guns N Roses album.
G-Funk was a genre with a unique mix of anger and laid-back relaxation that only the best California sunshine and hydroponic weed could produce. Since the 90′s, weed growing has basically become an olympic event here, and the weather has remained steady somewhere between “incredible” and “best ever.”