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“Wave the flag, pop the bag, rock the boat, skin the goat, shine your shoes, light your fuse, can you use them ol’ U.S. Blues?” For some reason the 4th of July has always been really big with hippies. Is… Continue Reading →
How does an artist survive a bad review? Do they wallow in their misery or do they breathe it all in and come back all the better after taking the criticism to heart? As the still-invincible Doobie Bros once harmonized,… Continue Reading →
There are many mile markers to success. And while we may not actually be successful, we HAVE now achieved one significant accomplishment that we are thrilled about: Our very first death threat. So we would like to take some short… Continue Reading →
WHO: Joshua Tillman aka “Father John Misty” aka “Fleet Foxes Guy” aka “The Most Self Important Asshole On Earth” (thanks Ryan Adams) WHAT: Publicity stunt album rollout alert WHEN: Unfolding right now WHERE: Music blogs, social media, expanding within your… Continue Reading →
Another day, another Pitchfork review of a band with an intriguing name that I’ve never heard of, and yet another example of the immense importance of music critics. Yesterday was possibly the most pivotal moment in a band called Goat… Continue Reading →
“This thooka is my wand, Tay-K fairly odd” At the age of 17, practically a veteran in by Soundcloud rap standards, little Texan fire-breather Tay-K sits in a San Antonio jail facing not one but TWO capital murder charges. Last… Continue Reading →
Early in the second paragraph of Pitchfork newcomer Alfred Soto’s review of these two Cars reissues he manages to land a tricky one-two punch, dissing classic rock grump Robert Christgau and nailing the populist appeal of the band in one… Continue Reading →
If a wise sage had predicted in 2001 that the louche, leathered-up and super-hyped lead singer of The Strokes would one day, around the golden age of 40, be dropping pounding, ominous darkwave bangers with Indian-inspired shrieking choruses, the elder… Continue Reading →
So I may not know what true hurt feels like, but the death of those three obnoxiously capped letters hits me hard.
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