Granted, the twee-leaning indie pop made by the Welsh seven-piece, Los Campesinos! might not be your cup of Earl Grey, but if you hate them there is a high probability that you might be an asshole. These kids are hater-proof. Hating them is like hating the easter bunny, or wearing coats made of greyhound, or… Continue reading »
I wrote this for the LA Weekly last month. Unfortunately, it didn’t run due to space constraints. I know it isn’t timely and I know most of you don’t like Sunset Rubdown. Deal with it. It’s barely halfway through Sunset Rubdown’s hour-long set and Spencer Krug is already drenched, sweat flinging from his finger-tips as… Continue reading »
I never got into Caribou prior to Andorra, mainly because of a natural aversion to animal-named bands. Yeah, yeah, I like the Wolf Parade and I’d probably give the Panda Bear record 8.6 bamboo shoots, but as a general rule, naming oneself after a furry four-legged creature usually means that you’ll end up as a… Continue reading »
Jess Harvell’s thought-provoking Idolator piece on the nature of the hype machine beast has left me a little wary (at least today) of contributing to the instant deification (followed by the subsequent de-construction) of yet another promising young band. So I’ll keep it simple. Besides, I’ve written about the Parson Redheads before once or twice… Continue reading »
The Grateful Dead are my favorite band. A lot of people scoff when I tell them that. It’s not like I’m not well aware that it would sound much cooler and impressive if I said it was Can or Brian Eno, or Yoko Ono, or possibly their top-secret love child, Yoko Eno Jr. (she’s in… Continue reading »
I’ll try to keep this short. God knows at this point, it probably looks like Def Jux has been paying my rent for the last 36 weeks (in actuality, it’s only been 12). But the truth is, in a year where “underground” hip-hop has produced more good albums than at any point since its glory… Continue reading »
My problems with Slug have never had anything to do with his rapping ability. In the course of his ten year career, the man born Sean Daley has been frequently brilliant, turning in three very good albums, (the first three), one of which, Overcast!. I consider to be one of the greatest hip-hop albums… Continue reading »
If I were the Besnard Lakes I’d probably be convinced that Los Angeles was cursed. It’s bad enough that the city of Angels spawned the celebutante Cerberus of Hilton, Richie, & Lohan. But to add insult to injury (or as we say in LA, to fake tan on top of a sunburn)… Continue reading »
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Last week, I had the chance to talk to Bjorn Yttling from Peter Bjorn & John for a piece I wrote in the Arizona Republic. It was an interesting interview for more than just my decision to ask who would win in a hypothetical Battle of the Bjorns between him, Bjorn Borg or Bjorn Ulvaeus.… Continue reading »
Dave Longstreth, the lead singer of the The Dirty Projectors is really smart. Like smarter than me smart. Like smarter than you smart. Like smarter than a 5th grader smart. He went to Yale, dropped out, moved to Brooklyn, formed a band and proceeded to acquire himself a wardrobe that would fit right at home… Continue reading »
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