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Archive for September, 2010

So Unfaithful

I’d like to make this post an ode to my childhood and growing up with my mom, who was still in her late twenties when I was doin’ it up at Peter Pan daycare. God bless the childhood peripheral club experience.

Mount Kimbie, for your health!


Absolutely delicious.

Good god, what is this YouTube clip laced with?

Summer’s gone now but damn do these songs have a late night in the summer quality about them. It’s like coming down from a good night clubbing in SoBe or (let’s keep it real) an N64 night with the homies in good ‘ol Lake Worth. It’s all good. D Lo Brown does the damn thang in Wrestlemania 2000. Sup, ladies? But really the whole album makes me want to head back home to clusterfunky South Florida so if clusterfunky and electric chirping, headphone thumping is in mind then be advised to cop Crooks & Lovers.

The Walkmen Release “Lisbon” Sept. 14

Photo courtesy of Encorage Magazine
Photo courtesy of Encorage Magazine

Going a decade strong, the Walkmen have consistently dropped top notch albums that seem to encompass different identities while retaining key elements that never compromise the overall product. Always playing off of each other, no instrument outshines another. Instead, the band’s preference for vintage equipment seems to give each instrument its unique tone that can’t be mistaken for that of any other band today. And how could one forget that distinctive, wonderfully strained howl of Hamilton Leithauser? Avert your ears to the classiest band around.

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Jagjaguwar

My love affair with Jagjaguwar is in full swing. Having been swayed by quite a few names on their impressive roster this year; the Skygreen Leopards, Small Black and the Besnard Lakes, to name a few; I have no choice but to let it be known that I am a staunch supporter of this fine record label. Warm and introspective, lush and hazy, electronic and infectious. These are a few of the adjectives that can be ascribed to the acts on this delicious label. Why not cut the homework crap and get to Soulseekin’ (or record storin’)?

Are you boring? Virginia minstrel lecture says, “yes!”

What happens when you sign up for American Popular Music after the 1840s? “Turkey in the Straw” happens.

I suppose when you sign up for a class covering 160 years of popular music and culture in what was once a vast rural landscape you’ll run into at least 80 years of bouncy banjo love-affairs. That’s 80 years-worth of heavy-hitting itis. Read the rest of this entry »