By this point there is no mystery left as to whether you love Sleigh Bells or not: You do. So I will simply step aside and let you enjoy this performance. There's more here.
Man, if Sleigh Bells had been around back in 1982, when I was taking guitar lessons from Chaz at Red Bank Music but never actually learning how to play guitar because it was too hard to memorize scales and twist my fingers into the uncomfortable positions required to make actual chords, so I just learned how to make power chords because you could do it with two fingers laying flat across the fretboard, and learned the riffs to just the hooks of only the biggest, dumbest Black Sabbath and Deep Purple songs, and how to get crazy distortion feedback sounds by hooking my guitar up through my stereo speakers [...]
If, like me, you are slow to start this Monday morning, trapped in torpor, weighed down by regret and barely bobbing to the surface of a pond of despair, I would like to tell you that things will get better. I would like to tell you that, but we both know it would be a lie, and it's too early in the week for either of us to fool ourselves with those comforting untruths. The best I can do is point you to this video, and this one, from Sleigh Bells' Saturday night show at (The) Goldfish. It should [...]
I had no idea that there was this much hate for Sleigh Bells. Although I guess, what with the Internet and all, there's this much hate for everyone nowadays.
Treats, the debut album by the Brooklyn-slash-Florida duo Sleigh Bells that is available for you to purchase today, vaulted to "one of my favorite albums of the year" status pretty much immediately after it landed in my iTunes. "What does it sound like?," people ask me when I repeat that statement to them, and it is actually a question that I have had a devil of a time answering. So let me start off by saying this: The album bows with a guitar sound that resembles a cross between the "pew pew!" that comes out of one's mouth when one is play-firing a finger-gun and a skyscraper-sized, earth-destroying laser [...]
Aesthetic merits of this song aside—and on the first couple of listens I rather like it, although that is true for pretty much everything I've heard from this band, so I may not be the best judge—what is most astounding about this video to me is that Alexis Krauss shows the exact same moves I use when I'm out at the club. I mean, it is literally like looking into a mirror. It's the zeitgeist, I guess. [Via]
Things to do: Awl pal Noah Tarnow hosts "The New York City Clash of the Trivia Champions" next Monday (September 27th) at the Highline Ballroom. First prize is $1000, which, you know, who wouldn't want that? Head here for details.
Pop provocateur M.I.A. has been throwing elbows lately, so it probably isn't too surprising that her new single "Born Free" (warning: nausea-inducing animated GIF at link) is a pretty aggressive affair once it gets going, with her reverbed-out proclamations cut and pasted over a loop nicked from Suicide's "Ghost Rider." The overall vibe is very similar to the blown-out giddiness put forth by the awesome New York duo Sleigh Bells, whom M.I.A. has been speaking very highly of when she hasn't been bitching over GaGa's 1-D Grace Jones-biting. (The Sleigh Bells love, by the way, is not undeserved, if only for the rapturous "AB [...]