Gorgeous song, gorgeous video, familiar sound, unfamiliar name.
Listen to this song from the other room, and over the sound of your fan, and you might hear a young Stephin Merritt fiddling around with a Casiotone. It's small and loose, and not to be turned up too loud. [Via]
There is something very old, and satisfying, running through this track by DOOM, the guy who is always wearing a mask, and Bishop Nehru, the teen. [Via]
Here is a little preview of a full album coming in September, which Karen O describes as a soundtrack to her "ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄʀᴜsᴀᴅᴇ."
A screamy and memorable addition to the under-served "walking around music" genre, from Chicago's Twin Peaks. [Via]
Maybe a little too exuberant to play when it's not sunny outside, or, at night, before your guests have gotten to their second drink. Context gives music life, and so context can TAKE IT AWAY. [Via]
Would it be nice to have a better Song of the Summer than do-do-do, do-do FANCY, whodat, realest? Yes. Do we "deserve" a better Song of the Summer, as New York magazine suggests? Probably not. This track, a late contender, has as good a shot as any, but the fact that we're talking about this at all means it's probably far too late. Enjoy!
It's a hot day and the forecast is unhelpful. This is not a weekend for new music: It should probably be treated as a time to just play what you have, to listen to what keeps your temperature down, your mind soft, and your body afloat. And yet!
Just under two minutes of helpful forward propulsion for a deathly Friday. One foot in front of the other. Finger to the left, next finger to the right. Space, tap, tap tap, send. Start the song again.
There is an alleviating simplicity to this song, which goes mostly where you expect it to until Rivers Cuomo starts talking about "rocking out like it's '94" and then suddenly things become quite dark.
Just another Diamond Day is 44 years old, and Vashti Bunyan has a new album coming out October. Time: Is it just a dumb lie???
A breathy and beautiful track accompanied by a cool tribute to gray old England, where the Sun's light is missing like a quarter of the visible spectrum but everybody's too hardy to say anything about it. [Via]
“The average person uses 10% of their brain capacity. Imagine what she could do with 100%,” is the tagline for Lucy, the new Scarlett Johansson speculative thriller, but isn't it just as likely that the reason our average brains max out at around one tenth of their dimensions is due to an abundance of caution? Given our transcendent abilities to do damage to ourselves and those around us with that mere sliver of cranial capacity it seems probable on an evolutionary standpoint that the other 90% of our head-stuffing chooses to remain fallow from the firm conviction that exercising even another couple percentage points would result in destruction on [...]