Friday, April 20, 2018

Get wonderfully weird with Post Animal.

Photo by Pooneh Ghana
I was gonna write something in a more personal vein today, and while it wasn't a bummer topic, it was a little more serious than today's lovely weather deserves. Then I remembered the new Post Animal album was coming out today so I decided to say something about that instead.

Post Animal is one of those Chicago bands I never paid attention to, and until now was primarily known as the group "Steve" from Stranger Things was in. (He's not anymore, but I believe he did play on the new album.) So I, like an idiot, kind of wrote them off as more of a gimmick thing. My mistake.

They also seem to hang out with the Twin Peaks dudes, which makes total sense given their sound. Anyone who has seen Twin Peaks live knows that the recorded version of that band is a far more polite version of the pandemonium of their actual stage shows. Post Animal swims in a similar lane, though they definitely skew more towards '60s hard psych-pop (that's a thing, right?). Their new album, When I Think Of You In A Castle, showcases a band at the height of their current powers. Or maybe this is where they've always been? I dug through their back catalog and there isn't a whole lot of variation on their sound, so maybe they were pretty fully baked from the get-go. That said, this is definitely the strongest collection of their songs.

Post Animal is touring a lot through June, so I'd recommend seeing them if they come through your town. Unless you live in Chicago, which is already sold out, so you're out of luck.

Check out the album and throw the lads a few bucks to download (or buy a physical copy) if you see fit.

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Believe it or not, Beach Bunny's got me interested in "Sports!"


It's gonna finally be warm outside today! So let's break out some beach pop!

I was digging through the bill VARSITY is playing on at The Empty Bottle for their record release show Friday, and decided to check out this tune by Chicago band Beach Bunny.

Judging by their band photo they look impossibly young, but their music is super catchy and super accomplished. Much like the Hatchie track I shared yesterday, their sound definitely has deep roots in '90s indie pop, something I'm a total sucker for.

I was digging through their discography and from what I can tell, the band started out as the solo project of singer/guitarist Lili Trifilio, but the single below and their most recent EP feature a full band. It's all pretty good stuff though, so if you dig "Sports" you might want to tour their whole collection as well.

I have plans on Friday night, so I don't know if I can make it to the show, but if I do you can be sure I'll get there early enough to check these folks out. And if not, I'll definitely be at their next show!

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

"Sugar & Spice" and everything is all right when I listen to Hatchie.



Things have finally been going well in my personal life lately, but this unending winter is still taxing me emotionally. So the timing of this music video couldn't be more perfect. Chip tweeted a recommendation to me yesterday that I might dig this song by Hatchie, and he was so right. Dreampop in a firmly '90s vein that still manages to sound bright and sunny.

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

The Darkness rocked.

Photo by Simon Emmett
Some days I just don't know what to write, especially since I've made the conscious effort to let a lot of things that had been weighing on my just float away. So instead, go read my review of The Darkness show I saw last week.

Monday, April 16, 2018

Pretty excellent weekend.

Good times. Good hangs. Lots of music and good people. After the last couple of weeks this weekend was exactly what I needed. Thank you to everyone I ran into or talked with. I don't even care that it's the middle of April and it's snowing outside!

And now, a chimpanzee riding on a segway. What a classic.

Friday, April 13, 2018

Wussy bring on the aliens in our midst.

Photo by John Erhardt
The new Wussy album just sort of chugs pleasantly along for the most part. It's made for nice background music at work. I've never seen them live but I can envision these tunes being really amped up in a club.

Anyway, the one track that really jumped out at me was their cover of Twinkeyz' "Aliens In Our Midst," a hard driving rocker that seethes with paranoia, but doesn't prompt actual anxiety.

It's almost like you want to go, "But of course there're aliens in our midst, dude, what are you freaking out about?" And then that dog with a human head from Invasion Of The Body Snatchers pops out of the bushes and goes, "Duh."

O.K. that doesn't really track lyrically but it's the vibe I got.

What Heaven Is Like comes out digitally next month and physically in June, but you can pre-order it through the player below. Get on it.

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Saw The Darkness last night...



Here's a blast from their past. Review to come on Third Coast Review. I've seen this band so many times—from their first U.S. tour with a show at Double Door (with The Webb Brothers opening (?!)), through shows in other cities, up until last night's gig at Park West (easily the weirdest venue I've seen them play but oh-so much fun!)—and I still haven't tired of their over the top true embrace of showmanship and rock and/or roll.

Some call them ridiculous; I call them ridiculously fun. Hell, I might steal that line for my review.

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

It's National Pet Day!


I mean, how could I live without little Pickle?!

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

The Aces hit the spot.


This weekend was particularly taxing in ways I'm actually not going to go into (gasp!) but my friend Marcus recommended I check out The Aces, figuring that might cheer me up ... and he was right!

The band includes sisters Cristal and Alisa Ramirez and their friends friends McKenna Petty and Katie Henderson. They definitely rock in a HAIM vibe, so if you’re looking for sunny pop this will hit the spot.

The band is on tour opening for X Ambassadors and hits Chicago’s Aragon Ballroom on April 27.

Monday, April 09, 2018

Just an observation. Happy Monday!

Home warranties are great for major mechanical breakdowns (like a furnace) but not for emergencies (like needed to immediately change your locks or getting a plumber out to stop your basement from flooding).


Friday, April 06, 2018

Happy Sloan day!



I can't even tell you how much of a healing tonic Sloan's 12 has been over the last month or so, and you can finally hear the whole thing! Go snag yourself a copy and thank me later!

Thursday, April 05, 2018

Been a week.

I have a cough that I just haven't been able to ditch, so matter how much Theraflu I take.

It also means I've been tossing and turning and unable to sleep and probably spending a little too much time on the Facebooks as a mode of distraction from not feeling well. In fact I think I might need a Facebook break for a while. We'll see how that goes, but it certainly can't hurt.

I had a long phone call with a friend this evening and they pointed out a few things I had been blind to, and it was an incredibly helpful and kind thing for them to do even if parts were tough to hear. I'm not a bad person, but they helped me understand how I can be a better person. I think I'm finally ready to let go of the stuff from my past that's gotten in my way and look into the future. I'm kind of excited about that!

Wednesday, April 04, 2018

Way too much Scott.



I love this song but if I ever saw that many Scotts I'd freak out. One is plenty. (I kid, dude.)

Was trying to find the late night talk show performance of this with Wes on guitar but can't seem to find it anywhere. Anyone have it? I think my only copy is on VHS and I ain't digging through boxes to find that.

Monday, April 02, 2018

Friday, March 30, 2018

Another break-up.


Today is probably the last time I'll see my gym. Sadly LSF Verge, formerly Cheetah Gym, closes their doors at the end of the month. It's a huge bummer, and even though there were some rocky times in our relationship when they changed owners, they ended up righting the ship and creating a great atmosphere. But I guess it wasn't great enough to survive.

I've been a member since December 29, 2003. I know, what?! Heck, outside my family this has been my longest relationship with regular contact. When it briefly closed in 2007, it gave me a series of articles that at the time brought in crazy new traffic to Chicagoist. The gym really meant something to people.

It was also known as "the gym in the Real World house"—which was true—but to me it was always "the gym in Urbis Orbis" a '90s Wicker Park/Bucktown coffee shop I used to go to and drink coffee and buy 'zines. So it's roots go deep. I mean, do I really have any reason to go that part of town any more? Not really.

How do I even find a new gym? My company will start offering subsidized memberships to a nearby gym, but that doesn't start until the summer. And lord knows if I hold off until then my summer bod won't show up until winter at the earliest!

Thursday, March 29, 2018

Say 'Hi' to Little Junior and their amazing cover of Carly Rae Jepsen's "I Really Like You."


Usually I don’t go for kitschy covers as a promotional tactic, but this version of Carly Rae Jepsen's "I Really Like You" by Toronto’s Little Junior is an exception. It’s definitely a bit of a stunt, but there is zero ironic distancing going on here. The song appears as the final track on the band’s debut LP Hi, and the video they created is a great lo-fui production that mimics the original.

In the video Annie Murphy from Schitt's Creek plays Tom Hanks, while Rane Elliott-Armstrong of Little Junior is Carly.

The band’s heart is also in the right place. They said:
Any money we get from covering this video by the flawless Carly Rae Jepsen is going to Youth Line, a youth-led organization that provides peer support for LGBTQ2 youth in Toronto. It's a great cause and we feel we have a responsibility to use our privilege to give back to our community. To our LGBTQ2 family and friends: we see you, we're here for you.
Hi isn’t out until May 11, but I’ve been listening to it this morning and it brings up the same question I frequently ask about band’s from Toronto: are they just born with hooks galore running through their blood? Hi is more power-pop than punk, but there’s enough attitude in there to keep things just the right amount of scuzzy with flashes of polish. And these folks can really write concise bursts of music that waste none of your time but give you all the pleasure—the album’s 11 tracks clock in at under 32 minutes.

The band will be touring in April and May, and I'll definitely be at their Chicago show at Subterranean on May 19.

Hope this video brightens your day as much as it did mine.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

You can bleed when you wanna bleed.



I had forgotten how much I love this song. Crank it up and transport yourself to 1993. Also, am I crazy or is Liz Phair in this video as well and I just never noticed it before?

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

'Move On' with The By Gods.

The By Gods recently rolled through town, and I didn't even realize they had put out another album late last year! If you're a fan of heavy, melodic rock and/or roll, you'll really like this. The show was pretty fabulous too, so you can see if they're coming through your town.

Monday, March 26, 2018

Sour gifts.

I had bought her the 30th anniversary edition of INXS' Kick for her birthday. It was an import, so I'd pre-ordered it months before, but had already moved out before I could give it to her. I sent her a text letting her know where it was—I didn't want her to think I'd forgot her birthday—and she texted back that it was one of the most depressing gifts she'd ever received. Clearly had I been there and present and given it to her in person it would've been a completely different situation. But I didn't. And I regret that.

Yesterday I discovered it buried underneath a bunch of Blu-rays and realized she didn't even take it with her. That was pretty depressing.

It's the stuff she left behind that stings. She knows I will never eat "classic onion pierogis." And that I would never open the Orange Hostess Cupcakes I bought her because I knew she loved them. But she did take all the clips for the potato chip bags, and all the magnets off the fridge. And I could've still used those. Oh well.

Friday, March 23, 2018

Making the best of a bad mood.

I'm in a bad mood today. I'm under the weather. The divorce settlement went from cruising to rocky. I'm now avoiding rock shows because I don't want awkward encounters with a person I know. My right arm aches. My The Man Who Fell To Earth digital movie code got borked and I'm sure I'll never hear from the distributor about it. Blah blah blah, poor me.

So instead of wallowing, why don't we just let's dance in honor of modern love?

Thursday, March 22, 2018

Marmalakes turn "Milwaukee" into a power pop rager.


Well, this hit my inbox at the perfect time! It’s a beautiful, sunny day in Chicago and this track “Milwaukee” is perfect listing. And hey, if it’s not sunny wherever you are, this might just melt the clouds above you.

It’s performed by Marmalakes, out of Austin, and is a new single off their debut full-length Please Don't Stop, out May 11. The bandleaders’ names, Chase Weinacht and Josh Halpern, might ring a bell since they each also play in a number of other bands including Shearwater and The Hermits.

“Milwaukee” is a surging little piece of power pop, that glistens and shines. But the band isn’t afraid to get a little scuffed up—the instrumental break down near the end of the tune offs just the right amount of grit—and the resulting combination is a song that is over far too quickly. Luckily, you can just put it on repeat.

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Get caught up in Ten Million Lights' "Red Tornado."


I can't remember how I stumbled across Saturna. It was probably when I got their excellent single "Pop Rocks" off one of Largehearted Boy's daily downloads a decade plus ago. Unbeknownst to me, one of the band members was regular Tankboy reader and alerted me when a couple folks from Saturna had started a new project called Ten Million Lights. Their  music was a little more on the dreamy shoegaze side, while Saturna was a little more rocking, but I dug both projects.

Ten Million Lights released their self-titled debut in 2010 ... and then didn't do anything else. Until this year when they released a new single and EP. That I completely missed, until Ryan from the band emailed me yesterday with another new single they're releasing ahead of their sophomore effort, Sour Oranges, out next month.

All this build up is to say, it sure took you folks long enough to put out a second album! Talk about taking your time.

Ten Million Lights have changed their sound a bit, adding more straightforward hard rocking and chugging guitars to the dreamier elements of their earlier music, with a dash of the poppier muscles they flexed in the Saturna days. If "Red Tornado" is indicative of this slightly new direction then Sour Oranges will probably find a welcome place in my music collection.

Check it out for yourself and let me know if you agree.

As a matter of fact, if you live in Portland, you can go to the band's record release show at The Fixin' To this Saturday, March 24. If you do, let me know how the rest of the album sounds!

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

How much new music did I listen to in February 2018? Let's find out!


Whoops. Took me a while to get to this, huh?

Not only is March almost over, but I listened to a pitifully small amount of new music last month. February was rough—especially that whole flooded basement thing—so I think I retreated into older, comfort music. I also played Sloan’s 12, like, a bajillion times. But hey, at least I finally got around to putting this together!

Don’t worry, March is already shaping up to be much better numbers-wise.

Revamped rating system is here.

Total number of new/upcoming releases listened to in February 2018: 17

Number of those releases that rated 7-10: 2

Number of those releases that rated 5-6: 1

Number of those releases that rated 3-4: 14

Number of those releases that rated 1-2: 0

Highest rated album: Surprise, surprise! Sloan’s 12.

New band I’d never heard of that caught me off guard: Moaning’s self-titled debut is worth checking out. If you’re reading this on March 20, you can check them out at The Empty Bottle tonight.

Most surprising discovery: Juliana Hatfield Sings Olivia Newton-John was truly delightful. It could have been twee or ironic, but it’s just  straightforward, loving covers.

Monday, March 19, 2018

Stefon!



Seeing Stefon on SNL this weekend was slightly bittersweet. He was my ex and mine's favorite character so seeing him reminds me of her. At the same time the segment was so laugh-so-hard-until-you-cry funny that it was a high point of my weekend. And they managed to get a Seth Meyers joke in there too! So it's good to know that in that universe, Stefon and Seth are still a couple.


Cruising around and checking out David Bowie's favorite spots in L.A.



Pat Smear and Dave Grohl do exactly what the title of this video suggests: they drive around and check out a bunch of David Bowie's haunts around L.A. I guess this ran on Playboy's website a few years ago, which is why I obviously totally missed out in existence until now!

Friday, March 16, 2018

Get amped and rev up your day with HotLips Messiah.

I don’t know what’s up with me; I slept really poorly last night. And I even made a concerted effort to get to bed early since I’ve been fighting a nagging low level cold all week long. How can I get rest and get better if I can’t sleep?

Even Pickle the Kitten is conspiring against me! Just as I dozed off for the dozenth time, she came upstairs around three in the morning and started click-clacking and meowing all over the place. Why is this odd? Pickle never comes upstairs! Nice move, Pickle.

So, you know what that means—I need a really rocking Friday tune to get me amped up for the day! But why stop at one tune? The always rowdy HotLips Messiah is playing Liar’s Club tonight, and though I probably won’t be able to make it I’m gonna let their 2015 EP soundtrack the start of my day.

If you dig it you should check ‘em out tonight!

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Getting there.

I keep worrying I’m going to have a heart attack and no one will realize it for days since I live alone. Any time my chest tightens I’m convinced it’s time, which of course leads me think my arm is getting numb and the anxiety just builds. Does this happen to everyone? Or am I just a weirdo? Even as I write this now my chest feels like it’s being squeezed, but I’m probably just getting worked up over nothing.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my mortality lately, and the choices I’ve  made and what I’ve done with my life thus far. I’ve accomplished a lot, but being middle-aged forces to to really evaluate your position in the world and in relation to the people around you. I think of mistakes I’ve made in relationships and how I don’t want to repeat them. And I'm getting there.

And I don't want to have a heart attack.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Kill yr television.



I can still play this album over and over again and never get tired of it. I remember seeing them open for Jesus Jones, running into the bass player at the bar after their set and telling him he reminded me of my friend Jim.

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Blocked!

So Mich blocked me across her social media a while ago, which is totally understandable if a bit unnerving. But then yesterday I realized someone else I had been close to unfollowed me across a bunch of platforms and restricted access to their Facebook as well.

I'm obviously great at making friends.

So I blocked them. And you know what? It was liberating!

Social media is a useful tool, but it can also be an emotional distraction that keeps us tethered to unhealthy habits. This was one tether that felt really good to break. Hopefully sometime in the far, far future I can unblock them and we'll be friends again, but for now this felt really good.

Monday, March 12, 2018

Broken cheek.

So two years ago I was outside Double Door and completely passed out on the sidewalk. In retrospect it was probably a mixture of not eating and getting too little sleep. The staff was awesome, and took care of me, and called an ambulance, and all that fun stuff. I hadn't even been there all that long so it definitely wasn't a case of me being over served or anything! I thought I was fine but the next day I had quite the shiner and I realized something was definitely wrong with my cheek. Ever since then the cheek bone just below my left eye has been super sensitive and i don't think it ever healed quite right.

The lesson here? Get more sleep and don't forget to eat at least three meals a day!

Friday, March 09, 2018

Now you can hear 1/4 of Sloan's new album!


My number of Last.fm listens to Sloan's new album 12 is almost embarrassing. Let's just say I have been listening to it A LOT. And now, luckily for you, they're released three of the album's 12 songs to stream ahead of its release on April 6.

The whole thing is ridiculously good.

Get a little "Closer To God" with Wilder Maker.


Wilder Maker's new album Zion isn't out until July, which is a shame since it seems like the perfect soundtrack for that gently gliding of Spring into Summer. The airy and buoyant melodies reel lazily out at their own pace, one song clocks into a wonderfully building ten minute opus that remains entrancing throughout,  and its one of those albums that makes the most sense when you strap in and just listen to the whole thing from start to finish.

Since you can't do that quite yet, the band did just release the first single off Zion, "Closer To God." It's a good sample of what to expect, even if it a little more conventionally poppier than some of the other tracks on the album.

The band is on a short tour this week, making their way to SXSW, so if you're attending the festival you might want to check out one of their shows to hear more of the new album before it comes out.

Thursday, March 08, 2018

Get animated with Superchunk



Superchunk's new album What A Time To Be Alive is absolutely fantastic. If you haven't listened to it yet, their new video should convince you to dive deeper in a minute and a half.

A new promise.

My writing can hurt people and that makes me feel terrible. Long ago I stopped writing negative music reviews—aside from the occasional high profile major releases—because I think time is better spent turning people onto music they should listen to than dissing music.

I should have thought to apply that same maxim to my personal writing as well.

I work through things by writing, and I've always been public, but I admit I forget that other people aren't public. And have no wish to be. But I lost sight of that and deeply hurt someone. And I'm horrified by that. And unendingly sad that a person I really respected never wants to have anything to do with me again. Rightfully so.

It's been a rough few months but that's no excuse. So I'm never letting that happen again. I'm saying this publicly so you can hold me to that.

Wednesday, March 07, 2018

Get sucked into the howling vortex that is Archie Powell & The Exports tonight.


Tonight Archie Powell & The Exports (who for some reason in my head I always call Dirty Mike and the boys, not because they do questionable things in people's cars, but because they are so tight knit ... and funny) play The Empty Bottle. They're opening for the rowdy and genuinely unclassifiable Juiceboxxx—who should be pretty entertaining—but Archie and the gang are the reason I'm heading out tonight.

The Exports put on one of those shows where you're sure the band is telepathic, mostly to keep Archie from flying off the stage. Every time he seems about to lose it and spin out of control, something about the keys or the drums seems to reel him back in and there's a sort of a mental acrobatics in play that really makes you appreciate how a band band functions.

(My old band was similar. Maybe that's why I'm so enamored with these boys.)

Their earlier albums more accessible, but it's their last album that really won me over. When I wrote about it for Chicagoist I said:
Archie Powell & The Exports' new album, Back In Black, is aptly named. It's the sound of a howling vortex sucking naked emotion down its funnel and sharpening it into screaming songs. The first time we listened to the album, we pictured it as being inside someone's head who was in the midst of a blackout. The thoughts race unconstrained and with no vision of what's coming in the future. It's the sound of what happens when you abandon your boundaries without realizing the price you'll pay the next day.
So you can see why I immediately related to it. Listen to the album below and then get tickets to see them tonight if you're in Chicago!

Tuesday, March 06, 2018

Hear the siren call of Hot Snakes.


It's a dreary day, I've got a couple things on my mind, and I'm a little bummed I'll be missing the Chicago Media Bowling League playoffs tonight. So I've been trying to figure out what to write about all day that will pick both you and me up. Luckily for everyone I was listening to my albums of 2018 playlist and the new Hot Snakes, Jericho Sirens, came up.

The album's blast of furious strumming and galloping drumming was just what I needed to hear. For a band who hasn't hit the studio in 14 years they certainly don't seem to be resting on some sort of lazy nostalgia here. The album isn't out until March 16, but if you were smart enough to grab tickets (I wasn't) they play Thalia Hall in Chicago on March 9.

Get sweaty and crank up the sneak peek below of what to expect to Jericho Sirens when it drops in a few weeks.

Monday, March 05, 2018

The horizon looks bright.


It's been a really weird last couple of days, but in a really good way. Oddly for me, it's nothing I can really talk about right now—I know the irony in that statement coming from a guy who has a tendency to overshare. But it's all good stuff. Getting through the flood definitely filled me with a new sense of balance, and a number of other recent positive developments have also given me a rosier view of the future. It's been a pretty dark couple of months so this is a welcome change in perspective. I KNOW it sounds like a terrible cliché, but sometimes you really do have to go through incredibly rough times to appreciate what the world has to offer outside of its challenges.

I went to a party with a friend over the weekend, populated with people I had never met, and had a really good time. It reminded me to get out of my comfort zone, and that hanging out with other adults who have pretty much zero in common with me is a healthy thing. I think over the last few months I've probably retreated too much into familiar settings that haven't been the greatest as far as growing and moving forward. I don't have to give those things up, but I'm learning I shouldn't lean on them so heavily.

In completely unrelated news, here's my favorite ad from last night's Academy Awards broadcast.

Friday, March 02, 2018

Flood! Part four!

So my basement has been torn apart, but at least all the flood damage has been taken care of and anything that could mold or cause further damage has been torn out. Insurance is all lined up to help me out, so that's good too.

The last week and a half has been challenging. There were times where I thought I was just gonna lose it. But the thing about an event like this is that you come out on the other end realizing, "I handled this." And it fills you with both confidence and balance. And that's a good feeling.

I had help, to be sure. Photogal has been great support through the whole thing, and was there to keep me moving forward when I thought everything was just too overwhelming. But for the most part I had to handle everything myself. I didn't ask for this, but there was no way around it, so I just soldiered on.

I'm in my mid-40s and adulting is still hard. I don't think it actually gets easier at any time, but you do build up the skill sets to deal with disaster after disaster. Because if there's one thing you can count on in life, it's that there is gonna be another disaster.

But hey! I made it! My basement's in a shambles but it will be rebuilt. The hardest work is behind me. And for at least the next couple of days I will be lulled gently to sleep by a dozen fans and industrial dehumidifiers humming away in the background.

Thursday, March 01, 2018

Let's get physical!



I am so excited for everyone to hear this album when it comes out in April!

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

"Party" doesn't mean getting blasted, it means affirming life.


The new Andrew W.K. album You're Not Alone is truly amazing. It is huge. It is loud. It is metal. It is pop. It is really long. It is the perfect length. It is the kind of album that if you're going to wait over a decade between "proper" albums is the perfect return to form. It is an album with spoken word interludes that are actually worth listening to. It is exuberant. Literally, exuberant. It is the absolute right soundtrack for troubled times to help you realize that there is a reason times are troubled and they won't always be that way. It is fun. It is moving. It is honest. And no matter how silly you think Andrew W.K. might be on the surface, it is deadly serious, and seriously fun.

It has been playing non-stop on my tankPHONE since yesterday, and I don't see any need to stop playing it anytime in the near future.

Get it when it comes out Friday. Can't wait until then? You shouldn't. Stream it here.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

An example of how remarkable a voice Michael Hutchence was gifted with.

Photo via the Michael Hutchence Facebook page
I had no idea a cover of INXS' "Never tear Us Apart" by Bishop Briggs was on the Fifty Shades Freed soundtrack. It's just as over-the-top and bombastic as you'd expect, and while I grant she has a powerhouse voice, it just ends up feeling like a sterile exercise that feels more like bullhorn karaoke than anything else.



"Never Tear Us Apart" seems to be enjoying a moment, since Apple Australia also commissioned Courtney Barnett to do her own cover of the song for one of their commercials. It's more successful, primarily because she takes the route of the tender acoustic ballad. But that's also a route that I feel has been taken a little too frequently so it ends up being nice, but doesn't really make much of an impact. But least I will credit her for trying to mine the pain that sits squarely in the middle of the song, and interpret it in her own genuine style.



Now contract both of those with the original. I don't think any member of INXS would ever claim their version is exactly subtle. It's supposed to be a massive, sweeping ballad that teeters into the domain of the overwrought. But what saves it is Micahel Hutchence. The man learned his trade singing in smoky Australian bars and managed to develop a style that could combine real belting volume, with nuanced delivery and a genuine aching sexiness. If you've ever tried to sing this song you quickly realize how difficult it is to pull off with any genuine panache.



There's a sway and swagger and sensuality at play that only Hutchence could achieve. Yet I've taken his delivery on the song for granted for years, and it wasn't until these recent covers that it made me reconsider and realize just how singular and unique his voice was, and brought all that long dormant pain since his passing rushing back through at the loss of his singular talent.

Monday, February 26, 2018

Grabbing onto that wild heart.


There are things I want to write about right now but won't. Let's just say I had a really amazing weekend.

In celebration of that, let's just kick it to motherfucking eleven with this tune.

Friday, February 23, 2018

Flood! Part three!

In the never ending drama that is my now wrecked basement it turns out everything has to be torn out. Due to the way the previous owners did their renovations, the bathroom is unsalvageable, the wet bar is trashed, and two feet of drywall needs to come out from every nook and cranny. My insurance should pay for the restorations but this is a pretty massive undertaking for someone to take on solo. I bought the house with a partner and intended to raise a family there. I didn't get into this to be the sole person having to manage a major disaster like this. But manage it I will. I'll get through it. But it's been a really, really rough week.

On the bright side I have a weekend full of fun activities ahead of me, so at least it'll take my mind off this (aside from finishing the last of the clean up and tossing out anything that was ruined tomorrow morning).

So that's where we stand.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Getting luscious with Lucius.



This video from Lucius' forthcoming album NUDES is just what I needed today. If you're stressed out or need a quick breather, hit play on their Tame Impala cover.

I still can’t believe Jess Wolfe and Holly Laessig aren’t actually sisters. Their voices blend like blood going through the same veins.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Flood! Part two!

Ugh.
Got back from taping a podcast last night to find all the water that had been pimped out of the basement had returned. I can't tell you how depressing that was.

Today has been a game of chicken or the egg as I've tried to talk to my homeowner's insurance as people are pumping more water out and want to start on pulling the carpet, but I can't confirm my insurance coverage until a plumber comes out and confirms there's blockage in my drain and this wasn't an act of God. Or something like that.

So I had to tell the guys pumping the water not to do anything while I waited in vain for the plumber assigned by my home warranty to call ... all the while watching with despair as the water slowly started to rise and get back into my basement.

I am so not equipped to juggle all this, at least not all by myself.

UPDATE: I ended up calling another plumber that was recommended by a friend and he rodding my drain and confirmed there was blockage. As soon as he broke through the water levels started dropping so I think I'm in the clear. At least as far as another flood. But now the clean up begins, and I still have to figure out what to do about the carpet (which I might not have a choice about) and the drywall (which could conceivably be OK, according to the plumber).

Upside? No more flooding. Downside? A plumber visit that would've cost me %75 under my home warranty ended up costing me over $500 Sigh.

When does the fun part of owning a house begin? Should I even continue owning a house?!

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Flood!

Oh the joys of being a homeowner. I got home to discover my basement was under 4-5 inches of water, so I immediately called the first name I could find online and got some folks out to start pumping the water out. They also tell me they need to pull out the carpet and cut several inches off the bottom of the drywall. So now my nice finished basement is going to suddenly become an unfinished basement. Ugh.

About that chipped tooth.

This will be a very exciting post.

I've now chipped the same front tooth 3 times in the last 2 months. I feel like it's just trying to escape by this point! Once was in my sleep, the next as drinking a soda from a glass bottle, and time number three was courtesy a pitbull (playful) head-butt.

I'm getting a little weary of this. Luckily I have a really good dentist, but in the time it takes to get an appointment, I still walk around feeling self conscious everyone is looking at my teeth. (Even though they're not.)

Monday, February 19, 2018

A day off.

What a weird weekend. Photogal was awesome and checked in on me daily. I went to a punk rock show and got caught off guard. I got my front tooth chipped by a pitbull headbutt. I made plans to see a hilarious cover band in the suburbs. I cried a lot during the final season of Halt And Catch Fire (and if you can watch it without sobbing you have no feelings) I listened to a LOT of Sloan. My best friend tried to strangle me (but he was drunk so I'm not holding it against him). I lost my debit card on a long holiday weekend even though I wasn't drunk when it happened, which is almost worse than if I was. I made a date, like an old fashioned date. Which was super weird. I saw Black Panther twice and fell asleep both times, which isn't a judgement about the movie, but more the fact that I've just been exhausted.

I made decisions about my future.

How was your weekend?


Friday, February 16, 2018

Finally made it upstairs.

I hadn't slept upstairs since, what, November? October? Things were strained, so I spent time on both the first floor and basement couches. Mainly because I had insomnia, so would watch TV until all hours until my lids pulled a mutiny and closed over my eyeballs.

I can't tell you how many times I woke up to Steve Harvey yelling at me for this or that. The other night it was a rant about the memo about him not addressing anyone on his staff. Or allowing them to look at his face. I'm guessing that was either a rerun, or that dude's got a super slow burn. Also, I had to question if I should look at the TV—if I made eye contact, was Steve gonna jump through the screen and throttle me?

An aside: Almost every girlfriend I've had (save one) still gets along with me. For some of them it took awhile—the longest was almost 20 years until we made peace—but eventually we do get along. I'm a difficult boyfriend at times, and certainly a problematic ex, but ultimately I am a good dude. My long history speaks for itself, yet so many don't know my long history.

Anyway.

So, last week I finally decided it was time. To sleep in the bed. So I did. And it was incredible! Have you slept on a couch for months and months? It is terrible!

More importantly, I'm sleeping upstairs now.




Thursday, February 15, 2018

Moaning scratches that itch between shoegaze and pop.


L.A. trio Moaning have been around for a decade but are just now finally releasing their self-titled full length debut. It's a taut collection that mixes shoegaze noise with hooks galore and vocals that cut through the mix. Their press materials describe them as post-punk, but that's not quite right. I mean, it does sound like something 4 A.D. would've released in 1989, but it's far more in the wall of noise family than anything like the spiky angularity that "post-punk" usually brings to mind.

Actually it doesn't matter what you call them; I call them good. I think you probably will too.

You'll have to wait for March 2 until you get to hear the full album, but you can pre-order it and listen to its first three tracks below.

UPDATE: The band will play Empty Bottle on March 20, so if you're in Chicago you can catch them live then.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Love, love, love, love.



We never “celebrated” Valentine’s Day, but every year I’d “surprise” her with reservations to her favorite sushi restaurant. Tonight will be the first time I haven’t eaten sushi today in a really, really long time. I was trying to think of an appropriate song for today, but didn’t want to slide into the “love stinks” category, or cop out with something saccharine and syrupy. So instead I’ll share one that has always made my heart swell, especially when it hits the bridge. It seems like the perfect mix of positive and negative emotion for a day like today.

I remember being at a party in college, and this came on, and my eyes welled up, and my friend Rich turned to me and then said to the room, "See, Kopeny gets it. He gets it." If you start tearing up I think you probably get it too.

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Riding an ocean of emotion with Young Jesus.

Young Jesus
A few months ago I was watching a friend's band at Quenchers, and ran across Young Jesus. Their publicist had sent me their record a while before, and I listened to it, took some notes, and filed it away without writing about it. It was super '90s to my ears—not a huge surprise since they're now on Saddle Creek—and while I dug it I couldn't find an angle in to cover the band. And then I forgot about them. In fact it wasn't until I was looking at their merch table at the show that I recognized the album cover and realized they weren't complete strangers to my ears.

I still recommend the album, but their live show is what converted me and made me realize what a powerful collection of slow building and emotional sonic concoctions the band was capable of creating. I was a bit confused by how huge a crowd they drew until I did a little follow-up research and discovered Young Jesus may now be based in L.A. but got their start in Chicago.

And I call myself a music writer. How did I not know that?

The band's most recent album S/T was digitally released last November, but Saddle Creek will issue it again later this month in physical form, so hopefully that additional promotional push will get the band put on the road and in front of more people, because their live show is really where it's at. That being said, immediately after their show I did go home and bought every single one of their other releases off Bandcamp and never regretted it.

The track below is the final song on S/T, and it's not the most accessible thing on the album, but it is the song that hit me square in the chest with all the feels when they played it at Quenchers. And on a chilly, grey day like today it feels like the right thing to share.

Monday, February 12, 2018

Half a house.

When I started dating Mich I had a two bedroom across from Humboldt Park that was pretty sparsely furnished. A futon on the floor and a dresser in the bedroom, and a couch and a couple chairs in the family room (insert Marcus "family room" joke here). What you couldn't see was the second bedroom that was filled floor to ceiling with drum kits, books, CDs, records, and all kinds of other things. But I always kept the door closed. It wasn't until she moved in that she even realized there was another room and she admitted she heaved a sigh of relief.

"For the longest time I couldn't figure out how someone who was so into music and writing didn't have anything that was connected to it. I almost wondered if you were a serial killer!"

Over the years we both accumulated a lot of stuff. And when we moved into the new house we finally got rid of anything we had doubles of. Goodbye other couch. So long other kitchen table. Who needs that mattress? That sort of thing.

When we moved in the house was perfectly full. Sure, there was still a lot of stuff in boxes, but furniture-wise it was perfect.

When she moved out of the house she was totally fair and even sent me an itemized list of what she was taking. But it was still a shock to walk in the door and see that exactly half my house was gone. So many of the walls were bare too, though I did notice she decided to leave all the wedding photos up and didn't take those. That hurt more than the fact that I no longer had a dining room table.

So it appears I'm back to that spartan existence. And while I've entertained a few friends in the house I don't think it was until last week that I started to realize that if a stranger walked in here they would probably be very confused. So I've started a list. A list of things I need to start collecting to make the shell I've been living in a home again. Because Mich took the "home" part of this house with her.

In many ways, this place now looks almost exactly like that Humboldt apartment from a decade ago. Just bigger. It's time for me to change that.

Friday, February 09, 2018

Remember when we used to be friends with music videos?



I recently bought a Chromecast and fell into a rabbit hole of watching music videos on YouTube on a big screen. First, I was stunned that it’s been so long since a laptop has been my primary viewing port for such a thing, and how ridiculous that was. I mean, a few music channels still play a video or two between their seemingly endless streams of various festival footage, but those are usually new and not of huge interest to me. And I’ve probably already seen them on YouTube anyway.

So I went through a ton of bands I liked over the weekend, and one of the funnels was straight down into The Dandy Warhols universe, and ended up with the video for “We Used To Be Friends,” a song I had always viewed as a kiss-off but now across as more sweetly melancholic. (I also went deep into a bunch of videos and live footage from Superdrag.)

Anyway, if you too can project on a nice big screen instead of relying on your laptop, I recommend a trip down your own personal musical memory lane. It is really satisfying, if a bit sentimental.

Thursday, February 08, 2018

The new release schedule is finally picking up—here's a few highlights for this week.

There are a ton of new releases tomorrow, but there are a few on the list that have already risen above the bunch, so if you’re looking for recommendations on what to stream of buy first tomorrow, you probably won’t go wrong with any of the album’s below

Franz Ferdinand’s Always Ascending has been in constant rotation over the past few weeks. I’ve yammered about it to anyone who would listen, and now you can finally hear it too. There’s plenty of the ol’ Franz Formula of pop hooks galore, but there’s a new sinuousness to the music that shares even more DNA with club music … without sounding at all like "club music." I’ve also had the one-two punch of “Lois Lane” and “Huck And Jim” that pops up right at the album’s midpoint on constant repeat. In fact, I'm sure Pickle the Kitten is probably sick of me making her dance around the house along to those. Well, the whole album. She might not be a Franz fan, but who cares, she's a cat.




I hadn’t a clue what to expect from MGMT’s Little Dark Age. I still remember when they released an album a while ago(pretty sure it was Congratulations), I took it to a friend’s house, and we spent an hour trying to figure out if it was really MGMT or if I’d mistakenly been given a different download. Well, this is definitely MGMT, and they’re back in the realm of actually writing catchy, dancey songs more in the vein of their debut. But don’t worry, there’s still plenty of weirdness and they haven’t jettisoned all their psych tendencies, but this is definitely the most accessible thing they’ve probably ever released. Definitely file this under an unexpectedly pleasant surprise since I was predisposed MGMT would just throw another mind-fuck our way. Well, to be fair, this is a bit of a mind-fuck, but in the pleasurable sense.




I confess it wasn’t even until yesterday that I hadn't heard Fu Manchu even had a new album coming out, Clone of The Universe. I’ve always been a fan of the band, especially their ripping live shows, and a cursory listen to the album shows the band is still in fine form. However it doesn’t quite have some of the wallop of their best work so I’m going to guess this is aimed primarily at existing fans, which is cool since after this many years of being able to be in a sustainable band I’m guessing the group has little interest in leaving the niche they’ve carved out for themselves. To be honest? The lyric video below pretty much lets you know exactly what you're in for, almost cartoonishly so.




And of course Twin Peaks’ Sweet ’17 Singles compilation is out tomorrow, but I’ve already written about that. Same goes for Hockey Dad’s Blend Inn; wrote about that too. Both are worth your time too.

One album I’m super excited to finally hear tomorrow that I haven’t yet? The Kendrick Lamar-produced Black Panther soundtrack. I don’t usually get stoked for soundtracks but I can’t imagine this won’t be amazing.

Wednesday, February 07, 2018

Sloan is back!



The news actually broke Monday, but I've been a little distracted so am only getting to write about it now—Sloan is back this spring with their twelfth release, creatively titled 12! The first single, "The Day Will Be Mine" is in their hyper-charged rocker mode, but the album will feature the usual wide variety of styles you get when all 4 band members are comfortable in the lead songwriter role.

You can snag the single or pre-order the album here. Ans the best news is that they're embarking on a big ol' tour behind the album, hitting Bottom Lounge in Chicago on June 23, just ahead of my birthday!

Tuesday, February 06, 2018

Working through it all.

So some of the most traumatic things we can go through are getting married, buying a house, losing a job, and getting divorced, and I’ve had all those things happen in the last 2 1/2 years. And it’s taken its toll. I’ve pushed away the people that try to help me while clinging to the ones that aren’t healthy for me.

And that’s got to stop.

I was talking to an old friend on Monday, and he was giving me good advice while also not pulling any punches. He said it was OK to not be OK, and that while things will never be the same, there is a certain peace in finally accepting that. And I’m trying to. Both find peace and acceptance. But neither comes quickly or easily.

I mean, I still have Michelle’s photos on my desk at work. Though I’ve finally started telling people at work what’s up, so should probably take them down.

I don’t know why I write about this publicly. I think I’ve been doing this for so long it just feels like the best way to work through it? Looking through some super ollllld posts here showed me that I’ve always been bluntly honest. I think I went through a stretch in the late aughts when I curated my image more than being simply direct, but that always felt like cheating.

My stomach is always in knots and the corners of my vision are dark. But both of those will pass, in time.

I’ve been a public person for so long I don’t think I know how to be private. I’ve toyed with the idea of just unplugging. Going away. Stopping writing here. But the one constant in my life for the last 15 years has been posting daily on this site. And I feel I need that anchor.

I got married to one of the most amazing people I have ever met in my life. I am heartbroken that it’s over, but I am heartened to think she may find a new beginning and be happier. I’m hoping I can do the same. It’s one of the reasons I went public with what’s going on last week. It was time to stop pretending like it wasn’t happening. And I was growing weary of always having to answer questions about why she wasn’t around and such.

Eventually I will figure this all out. There’s still some mourning to do, but I feel a corner’s been turned.

I just took her photos off my desk.

Your love alone...



I've always loved this song but I don't think I ever really listened to it until recently. Since becoming single I've noticed I hear lyrics more than I have for decades. The tune is so uplifting, but there's also a pragmatic sadness buried within it that's absolutely heart-wrenching.

I love it.

Also, double bonus points for the double drummer action. Very hot.

Monday, February 05, 2018

Rockin' My Turntable In 2017.

Photo by Travis Wiens
Yup, it’s February, but with the demise of Chicagoist I felt no need to rush this list. And then I felt no need to really expound on each choice. So I was left with the simple quandary of what do I write?

Below are the albums that got me through 1917, arguably the worst fucking year of my 45-year existence. I mean, truly a terrible year. And I think that’s reflected in the music I clung to. Even a cursory glance establishes that I returned to my comfort food roots. Most young indie bands grew up on the indie bands I listened to in college and young adulthood. Only these new bands also grew up on hip-hop and pop so while much of the music I liked when I was younger certainly had hooks, they weren’t often as sugar filled as the approach these new kids take.

There’s also a marked absence of hip-hop and pop, which is unusual for me. But both those genres are running ever faster for the word of streaming ingles and Soundcloud, and avoiding albums, so if you think about it their absence isn’t so strange.

Also, there’s the usual caveat: these are the albums I liked the most and I’m making no artistic judgement on “the most important” or “the actual best for all listeners.” Also, I literally shuffled them in an iTunes playlist to determine their order, because order doesn’t matter. These were all just really fucking good. And they made a difficult year a trifle better every time I listened to them.

These are literally the notes from the spreadsheet I keep throughout the year, so welcome to an inside look at how I initially write stuff

Dude York - Sincerely
Dude York—the Seattle trio of bassist/singer Claire England, guitarist/singer Peter Richards and drummer Andrew Hall—write RAWK songs. Big guitars, big choruses, big feelings, big cymbal crashes; there is nothing subtle about this band. And I love it. Now more than ever is when we need music like this. Joyful, loud, timeless, and reminding us that sometimes a band's job is to make a euphoric noice that connects us to the moment and makes us forget about the world around us, if even for only three minutes.





Foxygen - Hang
Full on orchestra on this album. Lush and lovely. A complete departure from their trainwreck of a last album. VERY swinging sixties groovy.





Cayetana - New Kind Of Normal
Power pop at maximum volume. Trio that tours with bigger punk bands but has more a '90s alt-rock indie guitar vibe.





Snowball II - Flashes Of Quincy
Whoa, major Teenage Fanclub and Nada Surf vibes! Noisy and apparently mostly a 1-man band in the studio. So impressive layers of guitars and harmonies going on here. Sounds like sunshine.





Charli XCX - Pop 2
Icy pop that still remains fun. Packed with guest vocalists. Even if she won't release "albums" any more, these mixtapes are great.





New Pornographers - Whiteout Conditions
The new album delivers on the promise of a band you can depend on to deliver the hooks, but it surprises by packing the album with no missteps and plenty of surprises. Because of this the band feels reinvigorated. After seven albums, even a supergroup can fall prey to falling into a rut, and while much of their recent output was strong it still felt a little overly premeditated. On Whiteout Conditions the band comes across as if they’ve awoken from a comfortable slumber with the intention of mining those corners of their talents that drove their earliest and most honest artistic explorations. In other words, The New Pornographers got their groove back.





Woods - Love is Love
Recorded November - January 2017. Six new songs in 32 minutes. A reaction to the election, but instead of anger the band is exploring love. A beautiful little document. The lyrics are pretty potent and really reflect the uncertainty but do so i n a way that tries to uncover hope where there seems to be only despair.





Dan Auerbach - Waiting On A Song
'60s and '70s vibes as Auerbach mixes Southern Cali vibes with Motwon swing.





San Cisco - The Water
Fizzy  and jaunty rock pop from Australia. SUPER young. And this is WAY more assured and polished than it should be, while still exuding a bouncy and authentic glow of youth.





Broken Social Scene - Hug Of Thunder
Fine return! Excellent album. Still lots of smeary walls of noise but there's also a new crispness to the songqriting. It's like they tarted drinking coffee while still smoking enough pot to keep 'em lose. Not sure who all is in the lineup, no liner notes or credits came with the album.





The Foo Fighters - Concrete And Gold
Perfectly serviceable. Has bits and pieces of the last two albums so it doesn't feel like a complete success though. Needs a few more listens from me... UPDATE: It's a grower. Now I really kinda like it!





Charlotte Gainsbourg - Rest
Electro based French pop that's super sexy and catchy. One of my faves from this month.





The Bombpops - Fear Of Missing Out
If Josie and the Pussycats had a sister band with a few tattoes it would sound like this.





Charly Bliss - Guppy
Heavy guitar indie pop with great female vocals and tremendous hooks. Scuzzy around the edges soundwise to keep things feeling sharp and not slick. Love this.





White Reaper - The World's Best American Band
Stomin' swaggerin' punky take on '70s rawk. Excellent. Lives up to its title, just about.





Gorillaz - Humanz
A party for the apocalypse.





Partner - In Search Of Lost Time
EXCELLENT! Super crunchy power pop a la Weezer from Canada, female duo, so so so so good.





LCD Soundsystem - American Dream
Darker and more intense than their other stuff. It's fucking intense. But don't worry you can still dance to it while you shiver and cry.





The National - Sleep Well Beast
Berninger is the face of The National, and his mumbling baritone is an unmistakable part of the band’s personal power. But it appears that bringing his wife Besser into the mix has opened new vistas of vulnerability and sheer truth to the group’s work. It’s hard to pinpoint the power of her influence, but Berninger and the band have never sounded so appealingly vulnerable and honest as he does here.





Warbly Jets - Warbly Jets
Blur + Super Furry Animals + The Verve + Primal Scream = Warbly Jets. I REALLY LIKE THIS.



Friday, February 02, 2018

20 years.

The post you've all been waiting for.

It's been 20 years since I was single. There was a period Photogal and I were apart in the early aughts, but we were still hanging out all the time so I don't really count that.

I have no idea what I'm doing.

Luckily I'm still good looking enough that I entertain plenty of relationships, but I'm so out of practice they all crash and burn.

Being single nowadays sucks. But it doesn't suck nearly as much as making my soon-to-be-ex-wife single. That pains me the most. How in god's name do I right that kind of wrong?

So I'm wracked with guilt.

I had what to everyone else looked like a perfect life. But it wasn't. Or was it? I was too blind to accept it.

This is the post I've been alluding to for months. And avoiding for even longer.

Michelle and I are done. Finito. Final. And it wasn't until she screamed at me over the phone yesterday I truly believed it. But we are. Done.

I actually appreciated her screaming at me. It made me realize there is no route back. And I finally got it.

I was an excellent boyfriend. But not a great husband. I don't blame her. At all.

Not. At. All.

Now what?

Thursday, February 01, 2018

How much new music did I listen to in January 2018? Let's find out!

New year, new music! Sometimes I’m not sure why I still am taking in so much new music since I’m not constantly pumping out Chicagoist content, but then I look back through the past few months and realize about just how many bands I’m writing about here. In fact, this site more resembles it’s earlier days, with a mixture of the personal and the musical. And judging by the steadily growing traffic I’ve been seeing here, there appears to be a pretty big appetite for that mix. So thank you for sticking around, and thank you to all the new readers.

I also mentioned last night I’d be revamping the rating system. Here’s my rating system from last year:
I also rate the albums to help me make my year-end list, so to give you an idea of how that works, a 5 is a solid album. It’s the kind of record that I wouldn’t skip if it came up again on shuffle or I was in the right mood for it. So it’s not really “average” it’s more “this is a solid piece of work.” Many, many discs are 5s.   
Going up the scale increases in difficulty. There is more space between a 9 and a 10 than there is between a 6 and a 7, you know what I mean? It’s incrementally more difficult to move up the scale so there are very, very few 9s or 10s, if any.

Same applies for going down the scale. A 3 or 4 isn’t terrible, and might be kept on if it pops up on the radio or something, but 2 and below means it’s probably nigh unlistenable as far as I’m concerned. But it could also mean it’s just not my thing too! It’s not a judgement on a band, it’s a measure of how I enjoy (or am challenged) by the music. So my 2 could very well be an 8 to you, right?
So the same rating system will apply, but I’ll be breaking out the numbers more granularly, as you’ll see below, to give a better idea of where albums falls.

Ready, let’s dig into January!

Total number of new/upcoming releases listened to in January 2018: 47

Number of those releases that rated 7-10: 3

Number of those releases that rated 5-6: 12

Number of those releases that rated 3-4: 26

Number of those releases that rated 1-2: 6

Highest rated album: Franz Ferdinand’s Always Ascending. This got lots and lots of play near the end of the month, and probably got in the way of me listening to more new music because I was enjoying it so much.

New band I’d never heard of that caught me off guard: Unlikely Friends are the easy front runners hear. Another album that got lots of play in January.

Most surprising discovery: Local H’s Live In Europe is an excellent document of the band's current sound, mixing a few hits with the deeper cuts populating their set lists lately. Why is this surprising? It’s hard to accurately capture a band’s live sound, but this does a great job of doing so.

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

A master class in cut-out animation from Terry Gilliam.



Terry Gilliam's cut-out animation for Monty Python were often highlights of quirky, absurdist humor, marked by his distinct visual style and the simple yet elegant style of filming different layers of paper in stop-motion. In the vintage video above, he explains how he creates the cut-outs and give a step-by-step demonstration on how to shoot the animated final product. Fascinating!

Also, that is some amazing hair he's sporting. The dude actually looks good with bangs!

[h/t Boing Boing]

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Gaz Coombs has "Deep Pockets."



News that Supergrass' Gaz Coombes is releasing a new album is always well received by me. I love Supergrass—and they are one of the few bands I like that I never got a chance to see during their run—and Coombes solo stuff sounds pretty much the same.

The first single is "Deep Pockets" and it's a tight little night drive mixing a driving beat with with shifting waves of guitar wash and synths. Play it on repeat.