Let me give what you hint what Douglas Martin’s album of the year might be. “C’mon, Stimmung” may very well be the most art-punk song title a band has decided to use in a long time. Coming off a lengthy hiatus, No Age’s first single in three years uses a title either derived from a… Continue reading »
Douglas Martin is a pioneer of modern National Basketball Association fashion. For this piece, I was considering a long-ass intro, detailing the dearth of Dirty Shoes this year. I could claim to have taken a mental health day — er, half-year, but that’s not the whole truth. I could claim that I was busy getting… Continue reading »
Douglas Martin’s church ain’t got enough room for all the tombs. King Tuff was already dead and reborn before most people even heard of him. By the time he released his pretty widely-acclaimed self-titled record, Kyle Thomas had already been in a million bands, including the one he formed while the ink was still drying… Continue reading »
Douglas Martin is a Tweener in the NBA swingman sense. After a life spent listening to people talking about how the generation coming up after them is going to ruin the world, I’ve found myself saying the exact same thing with startling frequency. What would any reasonable person think about Justin Bieber spitting at his… Continue reading »
You got bigger while Douglas Martin was away. If any song from last year deserves the rare Dirty Shoes Late Pass, it’s one that can pack this much into its lean two minutes and forty-eight seconds. The first single from 2011′s outstanding self-titled record, Austin duo Deep Time conjures the spirit of early-80′s Glasgow post-punk… Continue reading »
Douglas Martin is Archbishop of the beach. It takes a true gift to be highly skilled but still seem lazy, which was the big draw of Beach Fossils’ 2010 self-titled debut. Dustin Payseur studied the intricate arrangements of jazz and classical and crafted them into a leisurely rooftop party. While each guitar and bass line… Continue reading »
Douglas Martin salutes you and the Sour Diesel. As good as Eat Skull’s debut was, their sophomore record established them as one of the unsung heroes of America’s basement scene. Wild and Inside was not a tour-de-force, a head-first blitzkrieg like its predecessor, it was a unheralded classic. It was propulsive, it was eerie, it… Continue reading »
Douglas Martin has listened to enough Tribe Called Quest to know that things work in cycles. Repeat — the debut record from Seattle garage-punk trio Wimps — begins with an occupied bed and an alarm clock that wasn’t set the previous evening. With three blaring chords and Rachel Ratner’s bratty bleat, it doesn’t take much… Continue reading »
Douglas Martin deletes stress like Motrin. Sometimes being young and perpetually stoned offers an edge on writing about life. Sometimes it’s a lot more fun to be older and perpetually stoned (shout out to George Christopher). Being in your twenties and struggling to carve out a satisfying artistic existence between day jobs and blunts is… Continue reading »
Douglas Martin is lo-fi power pop personified. Before those of you in the peanut gallery start throwing things in the name of nepotism, I must remind you that we here at Passion of the Weiss aren’t in the business of writing about bad music. Barry Schwartz — he of Disco Vietnam — just happens to… Continue reading »
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Listening
Jeff Weiss
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Reading
Jeff Weiss
Sach O
Douglas Martin
Max Bell
Aaron Matthews
Slava P
Jonah Bromwich
Doc Zeus
Adam Wray
Alex Piveysky
Evan Nabavian
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Sach O
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Max Bell
Aaron Matthews
Evan Nabavian
Jonah Bromwich
Slava P
Doc Zeus
Matt Shea
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