Monthly Archive for July, 2006

Breaking the Ice-Mojave 3

The jaunty, happy less restrained and quiet Mojave 3 is expressed quite well on their latest album, Puzzles Like You. This song represents that exact feeling. One of the better offerings, but not the best from the new LP. I’m leaning toward “Truck Driving Man.” I am listening in the hopes of not being laid so low.

Strawberries-Asobi Seksu

Uh. Er. Hum. Tuning Fork:

“Break out this record and listen to the track “New Years” (track 3 for you internet piracy folks). Then, listen to the song “99 Luftballons” by Nena and imagine M83 covering the song with a guest appearance by the singer from the Concretes. Then, listen to the rest of Citrus and find yourself wondering why you never thought to make a Garage Band mash-up of the Cocteau Twins vs. The Smiths vs. Joy Division (surely they’d post it on Puritan Blister). Yeah, that would sound pretty cool. There’s a guy at Columbia that came up with a program that could make an infinite number of songs out of one uploaded audio track by dividing it up according to it’s own time/tempo elements and randomly rearranging it. Looks like this band only had to run the program 12 times with 12 pre-pitchfork-approved tracks. The point on influences is not lost. They’re great. They’re unavoidable. But, ultimately, a band with so many of them worn on so many sleeves is simply not worth more than a handful of listens.”

Well, I’m still on the first bunch of listens and it sounds awesome to me. The writer does coin a phrase, though. Nice review. Now shut it.

First Song-Andrew Bird

Off the pleasant and interesting Weather Systems, eclectic and sciencey Andrew Bird offers up an chambery, folky, violiny wonderful song highlighted by some whsitling that sounds close and distant at the same time. The whistling will stay with you, not the intro but the almost identical reprise toward the end. Snippets of the beautiful sounds will float to you later on, as if you are hearing the song from a great distance, even thought you are merely just striving to keep the song with you. It is that kind of chilling, tingly, wonderful composition.

An embeddable player was supposed to go here that could stream the song. I will try to find a clip to put up. Aha! GO here, and click where it says.

Lazy Eye-Silversun Pickups

Just ear-catching indie rock. Sometimes there are bands that you could go either way with, you could damn them to hell for their obvious influences, or you could praise them for their tasteful assemblage of sound collage. I could write the equation of the song this way: Smashing Pumpkins/Modest Mouse (Corgan-tinged/then what’s his name-tinged vocals)+Secret Machines+”NYC” phase Interpol+Sigur Ros, or I could just say that for the five or so minutes I heard this on the radio, I was happy to be listening to the radio. This is off their new album, out in two weeks. I found someone that mp3 blogged it, but I’ll pick it up when it comes out. I owe ’em that much. And there is a sneaky little bit of baggy beat toward the freak out at the end, reminding me of Chapterhouse “Pearl” (shoegaze+baggy!).

Here’s their vid for “Kissing Families” off an EP they had (add some serious ringing, chiming, atmospheric guitar to this song and you have “Lazy Eye”):

I Used to Dance with My Daddy-Datarock

From what Pitchfork called the gayest album as in G.A.Y. capital G. and A and Y. I wouldn’t know. If Norwegian disco electro drawlers is gay, maybe. Who knows, maybe the rest of the album is about guys doing guys and dancing with their “daddys.” What I do know is there is a slightly sped up remix of this song that gives essentially the same song, an eensy bit punched up plus an extended kind of trippy outro that singlehandedly legitimizes all remixes evar. Awesome. Original can be found here.


One of those CDs to which that Pitchfork bestowed a 10.0. Not sure why (not that I don’t like it). This song I love. Just your standard indie rock, right? Wrong. This tune just rattles around and urges itself forward. It is awesome, even though the production feels thin, tinny and trebly at times.