I am way past the point where it is aimed at, resonant with or even pleasurable to someone like me, but I am glad that they are at least still making this kind of music because it means that there are apparently people out there for whom those things continue to apply. [Via]
Happy birthday to John Michael Osbourne. There are so many groundbreaking performances to choose from it seems almost comical that we're going with this one, and yet here we are. Anyway, authorities in whom I have the greatest trust on the matter assure me that 13, Black Sabbath's most recent record, is actually quite good, so if that's the sort of thing you've been waiting to hear consider it vouched for.
I was gonna put up the new Sky Ferreira video and then I watched it and not only did it make me want to never do sex again, it made me feel really bad about all the sex I've done up to now, so why don't we just go with this one from Milosh, which, if not any kind of visual spectacular, is an enjoyable tune that will make you feel a little bit warm inside and not make you disgusted by your own biological urges.
I am not sure how I feel about Arcade Fire anymore (I mean, I think I feel like they started off at such an amazing level that it was inevitable for everything after to feel increasingly like diminishing returns, but I also feel like that about everything these days, even things that weren't all that great to start with, all of which is doubtless some kind of subconscious self-appraisal, not that we want to look too deeply at what undercurrents trouble the waters of my already turbid psyche) but I sure do like this video.
This video contains flashing lights, but it's all the yelling that will probably give you a stroke.
Why it's Joan Jett and the Blackhearts doing a little number from 30-odd years ago called "Bad Reputation." It still sounds pretty tight! I would make a joke about their hearts probably being black for real now, because of age and everything, but people in black-hearted-from-age houses etc. Anyway, for a couple of minutes you can reminisce about living in world without Internet. It seems like a crazy dream now, right? [Via]
It seems like just yesterday that Tinariwen's Aman Iman brought the band of Tuareg nomads to Western (i.e., my) attention, but the Internet tells me it was actually 2007, which I guess kind of makes sense when you think about it because the last six years are pretty much a blur. Like, think of anything that happened in your life in the last six years and there will be this weird, indeterminate fuzz surrounding it, as if it could have happened two days ago or five-and-a-half years ago. The last six years, to put it bluntly, have been some kind of terrible, hazy nightmare from which we have been [...]
Kanye West, Q-Tip, Lil Wayne and a couple of A$APs pitch in on the new Busta Rhymes track, which will help distract you from the realization that "Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See" was more than 15 years ago and sweet Christ where did that time go? Anyway, this is not groundbreaking but it's pretty enjoyable. [Via]
The people who were young and fell in love and started out on their life's journey when the Beatles began, who marked the tentative forays into adulthood to the music of the band and who saw each subsequent step soundtracked to their songs will all be dead soon and then this will just be the sonic residue of the past. Everything you listen to now will similarly someday be the music young people hear with an academic ear and the detachment brought about by distance. No matter how crucial what happens today might seem, come tomorrow none of it will mean anything. We're all meaningless specks of dust being [...]
Listen up, kids, you know the blippy bloppy sceechy drop music that is forming the background of your developing consciousness right now? In 30 years a bunch of people who are way too young to have ever experienced it when it was fresh will revive it in some bizarre mash-up of irony and appreciation and sell it to other twenty-somethings who aren't even old enough to be nostalgic about it. Also, if you are indeed having your consciousness formed right now you are definitely too young to be reading this site, please tell your parents to do a better job supervising you in the future. [Via]
The older I get the more I appreciate simple repetitive melodies that remind me of the things I liked back when my life was still full of promise, and boy does this ever fit the bill. The band is new to me but I have similarly come to peace with the idea that this is a statement I will be making with increasing frequency until the bony hand of fate yanks me from the stage. Anyway, enjoy. [Via]
Hoo boy, this one hits a little too close to home. If you don't know what I'm talking about, wait a few years, it'll happen to you too. Sorry.
As someone who has owned copies of Up for a Bit with The Pastels on vinyl, cassette and compact disc, I feel obliged—nay, compelled—to post this video from their new album, Slow Summits. I mean, of the videos out just now from bands that were making records 25 years ago, what are the other options? [Via]
Sometimes you just want perfectly competent straight-ahead rock, and when you do these guys are just as good as any other option. You don't always need to think about things, you know. [Via]
Soon enough Sunday will find you looking at the clock as the light fades and feeling the dread as another weekend dies, a new week looming on your tired horizon. But for now it is still Friday, and the week is almost over. It's all anticipation at this point. Before you waste the time you've got and come out with little to show for it but a sense of sorrow and regret hold tight to this moment where everything is full of promise. The weekend is almost here, people. Let's get ready with some Polvo.
I always always always feel manipulated by Phoenix, because it is almost as if they have come up with their music in a lab using elements from everything I have liked in the past to design a sound that is completely familiar yet undeniably appealing to me, but then I have to forgive them because their music sounds completely familiar yet undeniably appealing to me and the closer I get to death the less interested I am in struggling to appreciate anything new and unusual when there is so much I am already comfortable with out there. Like this.