‘You Already Know’ sounds like exactly like The Smiths! So you basically have a mash-up of The Smiths and Arcade Fire? What else could you want you spoiled bastards!
Pitchfork hated it, but then again they have always had it in for any band from SF that wasn’t Thee Oh Sees. Besides those dudes have been getting it wrong for some time now.
Another AC masterpiece. I love you buddy. You make the best mixes and somehow make even Vampire Weekend seem cool. Thanks for teaching me how to trade.
James Murphy is all over this supposed AF single and I can’t say I’m mad at it – though maybe it’s a little boring?
Damn maybe it’s all the Xanax I’m on or something, but this mix chilled me the fuck out. And not in like an ambient way – in a pop way. Do you know how hard it is to find pop songs that can mellow you out?
Like all overproduced albums this one loses the fucked up, playfulness of a teenager with a great voice and comes off instead like someone told him what it “should” sound like. If you liked ‘Out Getting Ribs’ before this album, do yourself a favor and skip the new version forever.
That shitty Nokia ringtone in the into makes this whole joint for me. In fact it inspired me back in 2002, to use the T.R.O.Y. saxophone sample as my ringtone for about the next decade.
This by far takes the top honors for weirdest mix. If this were art it would be performance art for sure. Like the kind where chalk-faced Japanese children dance around in flowing robes while stabbing each other and making “blood music”. Or something.
If you forgot already, these are some of our favorite dudes, doing bizarro guitar riffs fuzzed into oblivion with some 60′s garage influence and heavy reverb on the vocals. It’s equal parts catchy and abrasive. Basically this shit is the best.
Sounds like dust and sweat and fun all drenched in reverb with just the right amount of fucking up thrown in for good measure.
Oh shit, is it not June anymore? My fault – Guess we’re not taking the internet very serious lately.
Summer mixtrades on this blog can can only mean one thing – stacks of dusty rock vinyl, dug out and played over the image of sun drenched avenues.
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.