Archive for the 'Emo is not a bad word' Category

6669 (I Don’t Know if You Know)-Neon Indian

Both Richard Armitage and Marc Hogan at Pitchfork note what I picked up on first listen of Neon Indian’s Psychic Chasms, the washed out mix tape sound. What could strike as a cynical, and cheap unearned nostalgia is cleared away by the quality of some of the songs. The songs mine that 80s new wave sensitive emo melancholy. They play as tracks from a sub one hit wonder, but the B-sides of those band’s 12 inches that were just so good that the Saturday night DJ would play them on the request show along with Peter Godwin and Intaferon and the kids would tape it off the radio because you just couldn’t buy it.

God damn I always hated it when the cool kids looked cool in their pre-distressed jeans. That’s this album. The songs aren’t quite so under water on headphones, but it stands out on the old fashioned speakers. MGMT would be Neon Indian if MGMT weren’t completely manufactured shitheads.

Summertime Clothes-Animal Collective

I needed to wait until posting this wasn’t seen as hipster, then I needed to avoid the accusation of bandwagon, then there was the minefield of the inevitable backlash. I hope I am in the realm of indifference/old news, but am likely in the land of poseur.

Creepy and psychedelic video for a surprisingly 80s-esque experimental art-wave straight up lovey dovey song about walking around at night in the city when it is too hot to sleep in your unstated 4th floor Brooklyn walk-up or some such. Works best for our Northeastern urban areas, 80s Sprite commercial type zones and from the Loop up to Wrigleyville. It is really a good tune.

Hang on to Your Ego-The Beach Boys

What can be said, that has been said better somewhere else. Sometimes no matter how great the critical adulation or reevaluation or geekster pop love for the Pet Sounds era Beach Boys, some will always consider them ultradorks and deeply insufferable. They are the ultimate in wonder bread, and some will refuse to appreciate. To them, I say check it before you wreck it. Not all people that don’t like the Beach Boys are crusty bumsicles, but some are, and they are in such a way that you know their taste in things is sad. What can I say? They isolate their heads and stay in their safety zones! What can you say that won’t make them defensive??? They come on like their peaceful but inside they’re so uptight. They trip through the day and waste all their thoughts at night.

To bad Brian Wilson super genius wrote a song to burst their bubbles. This isn’t the usual version of this alternate-lyric-ed original take on “I Know There’s An Answer”, it’s an alternate alternate version.

Transistor Radio/What Comes at the End-Cloud Cult (Billy Pilgrim guest post)

Billy Pilgrim hooks up Song of the Day with a taste of Cloud Cult:

Cloud Cult is one of my favorites, on disc and live. They have a
complex, polyrythmic semi-avant sound that mixes prog and pop, with
just a hint of Sonic Youth, overlaid with Craig Minowa’s plaintive
vocals. It’s a surprising sound that grows on you, and they
translate amazingly well live, if being a fair bit more aggressive.
The song structures are…well, non-traditional, to say the least.

But for my money, there’s not enough rock bands sporting teh string
instruments. Not to mention the stereo painters that perform with them.

“Transistor Radio” is a bittersweet reminiscence about the
inspiration of how our relatives can give us hope, inspiration and
determination. It’s a quietish song, but they had me hooked from the
first time Craig punctuates the lyric with a little ‘yep!’ And he
keeps on doing it.

“what comes at the end” is from the album Advice From The Happy
and starts off with a grinding little guitar, but
settles back before the lyrics start, and after the first verse, the
chorus starts to bleed a little pop happiness on the song.

Cloud Cult self-releases all their music, preferring to operate
outside of the record industry, despite being one of the most played
bands on college radio. They record their music on Minowa’s farm,
which is self-sustaining, and when they tour they purchase renewable
energy offsets for the power they use in the stage show. I’ve seen
’em three times now, and their shows are joyous and life-affirming,
and they sell paintings that are done by the artists while the band

Go see ’em when they hit the road. No excuses Brando.