Not a single play for “Skating.” C’mon, guys.
It’s that time of year. And it was below freezing today in Berkeley, to boot! I don’t think that’s happened yet in my two and a half years living here.
Vince Guaraldi Trio - “Skating”
Have you absorbed enough HAIMhype from the rest of the Internet? I’m just doing my part.
Haim - “My Song 5”
Most bands would be thrilled with a cut like “Will Calls,” but Grizzly Bear relegates it to a B-Sides album.
Before I say something hyperbolic and overwhelmingly positive, I want to note that writing this music blog is odd because I’m not covering anything that I don’t like. The 200 Pitchfork people’s list albums that I covered were refreshing in part because I got to be critical of music instead of saying that everything was wonderful and if you’re not listening to this then there’s something wrong with you.
Such is the tension that exists in this blog, which hasn’t decided if it’s a full-fledged personal blog or if it wants to be something slightly closer to music journalism. I didn’t really think this through when Sgt. Pepper’s Strawberry Jam was born in the Spring of 2010. At that point, I just wanted to give my music obsession more permanence than my last.fm page. 563 posts later, I’m still not sure what I’m doing.
That being said, if you’re not listening to this, there’s something wrong with you.
Grizzly Bear - “Will Calls (Marfa Demo)”
Drake - “Worst Behavior”
As half of Rhye, Michael Milosh stays enshrouded in mystery. His new solo album is more revealing.
As a Rhye fanboy, I can’t ignore this release. After one listen, I’m not sure what to think- it’s almost begging to be a Rhye album, but, of course, it’s not. I think I’ll have to listen a few more times to figure it out.
Apparently I’m a huge sucker for PB&B or R-Neg-B or whatever. We’ve covered this before.
Autre Ne Veut - “Ego Free Sex Free”
I’m seeing Andrew Bird for the third (should be fourth, curse you oversleeping!) time on Saturday. My personal indie revolution started with the whistles and loops of Mr. Bird, as I bought a ticket for a show that I would literally have to fly to, having not heard his music at the time of purchase.
Long story short- it was the catalyst of a fantastic semester of new friends in Budapest telling me about a bunch of amazing bands that I for some reason had written off as pretentious (what?). The weekend escape from Budapest to Madrid to see my first Andrew Bird show wasn’t half bad, either.
Andrew Bird - “Something Biblical”
How come no one in my life in July said, “Steve, listen to Run The Jewels?”
Run The Jewels - “36” Chain”
I was in Scotland last week for a conference, so I went to a record store- Avalanche Records- and asked for some relatively unknown Scottish indie. The proprietor recommended several album to me, but I ended buying two. The first is from the band “Cancel The Astronauts,” a band name that makes me sad because, well, NASA. They are a pleasant indie pop outfit. Their lead singer sounds not unlike Ted Leo, so take that or leave that.
But yeah, it’s a fun album.
Cancel The Astronauts - “Making Dynamite”
I always underestimate Arctic Monkeys. For each of their albums since #2, Favourite Worst Nightmare, I’ve been hesitant to even listen. But now for the third straight time, first Humbug, the Suck It And See, and now AM, they’ve surprised me with a fresh-sounding, highly listenable set of songs. Maybe my high school taste wasn’t so bad after all (in some cases).
Arctic Monkeys - “R U Mine?”
I saw Local Natives at the Fox last night. I saw them open for The National two years ago, and their live show has improved considerably. The obvious confidence they’ve gained in putting out Hummingbird, a much more ambitious album than Gorilla Manor, has seeped into their live performance.
I don’t mean to hate on Gorilla Manor, though. Among their best performances last night were Airplanes (of course), an acoustic, La Blogotheque-referencing Who Knows, Who Cares (that video was largely responsible for me getting into the band in the first place), and their gut-busting closer, Sun Hands.
Colombia, a devastatingly sad cut on Hummingbird was kind of ruined by the uberdrunk undulations and scream-talking of a girl standing right by me. Alas.
Yeezus is probably going to be my album of the year, but Rhye’s freshman effort is trying REALLY HARD to make my decision difficult.
Also in the running:
Earl Sweatshirt’s first proper album comes out today. It’s Tuesday, but hey, here’s to Sunday. And to Frank Ocean rapping, for good measure.
Earl Sweatshirt feat. Frank Ocean - “Sunday”