Posts Categorized: Music

Sleaford Mods: Key Markets

Bah, this shite is fookin crazy! It’s like McLusky, The Streets, Art Brut, PIL and Begbie from Trainspotting all got together and started a fookin punk band. But like an angry chimney sweep, artsy punk band. Because that makes total sense. It’s essentially super-accented English talk-singing “fuck yous” over a thick, repetitive baseline and an…read more

The The: Infected

I remember sitting in a hotel room in Israel listening to this album over and over on my Walkman. It was easy; I just flipped that little switch that auto-flipped the tape every time it hit the end. Then I would pull it out and put in the Cure’s Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me….read more

The Libertines: Anthems for Doomed Youth

The Libertines can’t help but sound derivative, I suppose. They wear their Clash influence like a badge of honor the same way a Civil War reenactor wears that Union uniform with pride. The thing with the Clash is, they were good. So if you had to hitch your wagon to a legacy, you could certainly…read more

In Defense of: Three Times Dope’s “Greatest Man Alive”

Sure, to you Three Times Dope was just the hip hop group from the eighties with the guy with a mustache and a really off-kilter Gumby haircut, but look beyond the braggadocio and the complete and utter disregard for the English language, as they made up awesome words like “acknickulous” and see what, for me, really…read more

Mike Krol: Turkey

Jay Reatard may be gone but his spirit lives on in the disturbingly manic Mike Krol. Clocking in at a mere 18 minutes, his 10-track album loads pop gem after pop gem of spastic fuzzy punk music and then it’s just over. And I’m sad. So I but track one again and do the whole…read more

Royal Headache: High

I am so in love with this album it’s ridiculous. I am in love with the concept of it. I am in love with the execution of it. I want to hug the band and thank them for making an album so melodic, yet so ballsy. For being a lead singer who’s clearly punk as…read more

Titus Andronicus: The Most Lamentable Tragedy

If Bruce Springsteen ever wrote an epic punk rock opera about his manic depression, this is exactly what it would sound like. And who but a manic depressive in a manic state would write a 29-track album? After hearing an interview with Stickles about the making of this album he exposed himself as a pretty…read more

Kool Keith / L’Orange: Time? Astonishing!

Even as I started this album I couldn’t remember if I was firing up an MF Doom or a Kool Keith joint. The first couple tracks did very little to remind me, as Doom could easily slip into these scratchy, sampled funhouse tunes without much effort. But this, when listening to the rhymes and their…read more

Albert Hammond, Jr.: Momentary Masters

Once the pinnacle of hipster, this former Stroke has slipped mercilessly into the background. But that mercy is not ours, it’s his. To get out from under the shadow it the “it” band in any guise, even 15 years later has to be a feat greater than most others. Like an aging supermodel who once…read more

Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment: Surf

There wasn’t an underground rapper hotter than Chance the Rapper in the past couple of years. I mean, besides all these Drakes and Kendricks and whatnots that you might hear on the radio. In my indie world, he was the man. Acid Rap is a great album (even making my top albums of 2013 list) and…read more

Dr. Yen Lo: Days With Dr. Yen Lo

More spoken word than rap, this so-called doctor sounds like a sleepy Def Poetry Jam participant doing his thing over MF Doom flourishes. His flow is very samey-samey throughout, laid back and kind of stoney, mixing and matching words in what seems like random ways, saying stuff without saying anything in particular. But smartly so. His references…read more

Wilco: Star Wars

More than anything I just wanted the put this album cover on my site, as I don’t really have any affinity for Wilco beyond a little dalliance with Yankee Hotel Foxtrot back in the day. I’ve always found their music to be highly overrated and kind of the middling adult contemporary buzzy auteur stuff that middle-aged…read more

Bully: Feels Like

I suppose this is what Hole would have sounded like hadn’t Kurt written all of their songs. So like later Hole when Courtney had exhausted all of the Cobian originals and definitely put her own Cali swag on things. This may sound like a negative thing, but there are certainly worse things to aspire to…read more

Sweet John Bloom: Weird Prayer

I suppose I like my rock and roll bratty. Or just a little more on the brash, less serious side. That’s why I’ve always shied away from bands like Radiohead and the like, as there seems to be a self-seriousness there that I find off-putting. I like music that comes with almost a wink and…read more

Murs: Have a Nice Life

The humble brag isn’t a good look for a rapper. That’s how Murs starts off this album with an odd God-centric track that basically talks about his comfy life, his faithful wife and his willingness to create radio-friendly music. Look, I’m no cheerleader for the G-man, but when athletes basically say, “I’m not great, I’m…read more

Waxahatchee: Ivy Tripp

I want to like this. I do. The same way I wanted to like PJ Harvey and some of those woman-fronted college radio rock bands from back in the 90s. I just can’t get past the meandering melodies of the whole thing. The lack of hooks. The lack of anything to grasp other than a…read more

Built to Spill: Untethered Moon

Built to Spill sound like a band out of time. I mean people just don’t make music like this anymore. And that’s not a sentimental statement, but more so an indictment of the current state of indie rock. To be fair, though, very few bands made music like BTS even when slightly spacey guitar rock…read more

Gang of Youths: The Positions

Opening your album with a seven-and-a-half minute song is a pretty ballsy thing to do. It’s basically a band saying, “You’re gonna take us seriously, motherfucker!” And then to make that song a clear mashup to all of your heroes in U2 and Springsteen and some Tom Waits and perhaps something a little edgier version of The…read more

Earl Sweatshirt: I Don’t Like Shit, I Don’t Go Outside

Earl, the reform school, bipolar rap prodigy from the hot-for-a-minute Odd Future, surprisingly seems to be the one that really broke out from under the yoke of insta-fame. Surprisingly because for a while there he looked to be the one who had the most to lose. Granted, I’m stuck in the white hipster echo chamber…read more

The Decemberists: What A Terrible World, What A Beautiful World

The Decemberists are a ways off from their sea shanty days. A long way from tales that meandered through World War I circuses and purveyors of arcane goods and livers of extinct lifestyles. There are less instruments that look like pepper grinders and fireplace bellows and a move toward more traditional, modern day instrumentation. And…read more