I saw this video for Air’s “All I Need” for the first time a couple of days ago, and I think I have a lot of company in thinking it’s just about the best. It makes me feel so mushy inside that I won’t even blame you for not telling me about it.
You should probably go watch the video for Arcade Fire’s “We Used To Wait,” even if you don’t like Arcade Fire. It’s a much-needed progression for the pop-video form.
Find it at http://thewildernessdowntown.com — apparently it’s made to work best in Google’s Chrome browser, so, you know, whatever. Browsers. Then toss your computer in the bathtub, walk around for a while, then sit down and write a letter.
If you’re a regular music-blog reader you already know this x100, but Sufjan Stevens col’ dropped an EP (only the truly ambitious can call an eight track, fifty-nine-minute recording an EP), All Delighted People, out of nowhere last week, and then announced that he had an album, The Age Of Adz, coming out in October.
For a man who claimed to be having a bit of a creative crisis and said he was questioning the point of the album format, he’s been pretty busy. Good for him, fucking awesome for us.
Holy crap, right? Hearing this at the Paramount this October might be too much to bear.
SFers can appreciate one of my favorite Portland bands, MEAN JEANS, when they play Thee Parkside tomorrow.
PDXers can see my very favorite Portland band, THE FRIGGIN TAXPAYERS, on the day I leave. I have to plan these things a little better, smooches. See ya.
The massive swell of noised-out pop and (shudder) “chillwave” that’s hit us these last few years has mostly left me standing on the shore, gazing out beyond the swell in hopes of seeing a good song coming over the horizon.
But as the patient and old are aware, trends come and go, and some of the folks who’ve been burying their tunes have grown confident enough to put em out there just a little more. Ariel Pink did it to great acclaim earlier this year, and now one-half of the reigning West Coast cat-and-weed-loving beachy-pop power couple has stuck one foot out of the fuzz-and-reverb closet with King Of The Beach.
You already know what a fan I am of Brian Belknap’s songs, so it should be no surprise I think his latest release, Cradle To Grave, is one of 2010′s must-listens.
I’m stoked to have him back in action, with twelve more songs of romantic realism: broken hearts, lost souls, and how that little patch of blue is nothing but a dirty fuckin’ lie.
Bonus points for combining the protest song with the love song to create what might be the first lost-love lament set in the world of social activism, and is certainly the first love song with the lyric “Occupation equals genocide.”
We’re fortunate to have him in town, so go show some love – Brian plays his album-release show August 22 at the Make-Out Room.