Douglas Martin stays trippy. It’s a question that hasn’t been raised with any sort of deep thought, even in the garage-punk circles of Ye Olde Internet. Which of the million bands John Dwyer has been in is the greatest? It’s because everybody knows the answer: Thee Oh Sees would stand to win that vote by […]
| The Last Yeezus Piece: Douglas Martin | June 21, 2013 |
Like Eazy E, Douglas Martin has the last werdz. On 2011’s Watch the Throne — that year’s favorite hip-hop album of many a white person who only listens to (at most) three hip-hop albums in any given 365 — Kanye West co-starred with Jay-Z in an expensively produced piece about being self-made black men in […]
| Douglas Martin’s Dirty Shoes: Stockhausen and No Age | June 18, 2013 |
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
| Douglas Martin’s Dirty Shoes: Tweens are the Future | April 16, 2013 |
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 […]
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 […]
| Douglas Martin’s Dirty Shoes: Eat Skull’s Heroic Return from Space | February 14, 2013 |
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 […]
| Douglas Martin’s Dirty Shoes: Let’s Grow Old and Be Boring | February 5, 2013 |
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 […]
| Douglas Martin’s Dirty Shoes: Smoking Sage With Parquet Courts | January 24, 2013 |
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 […]
