Posts Tagged ‘performer’
If the reports are to be believed, then AAL’s Jesse Stinnard is either a bizarre genius that Athens has been hiding for the past decade, or an equally bizarre manifestation of said genius’s cosmic brain waves. Er, where was I? Oh yes, the new vinyl release by this “band” from Athens. Well, let’s not bury the lead any further: it’s a friggin’ winner.
Melodic, oddly dark and inviting, and at times invitingly grating (yep, that makes sense), the record is an amalgam of tracks culled from (if we believe what we’re told) hundreds of songs in Stinnard’s crazy backlog. There are so many damn songs it’s hard to tell where you are at any given time in the tracklist, but that’s kinda what’s bat-shit awesomesauce about the journey. Records aren’t typically made that way (usually for good reason), but the experimentation is oddly enveloping in a fuzzed-out acid-trip sorta way.
Nominally, it’s a shoegaze-meets-noisepop-meets-punk album. Well, sorta. If inexplicable Pavement-esque stabbings at warbling rock n roll float your boat, this is gonna give you an instant pants-tent.
It’s hard to say too much more about the record. It’s weird. It’s fun. It’s catchy (seriously) and it doesn’t seem to take much for granted when it comes to standard songwriting formats. We dig eccentric shit like this. Can’t wait to hear the rest of the backlog, Jesse.
Lunchbox, or Tim and Donna to their friends, have unleashed a pretty rad collection of tracks that will satisfy any crate-digger looking for nuggets of pure, unadulterated noise-pop goodness. The leadoff track, “Heaven,” is a wonderfully fuzzed-out garage classic, oozing with a sugary-sweet melody and shoegaze-approved guitars.
More so than their previous releases, Smash Hits features a slightly edgier sonic quality. Our favorite track is “(It’s Your) Lovesong” from Side B – it hits all the right notes any self-respecting old-school punk fan will appreciate, and it does it all in the span of about two minutes.
The tracks on Smash Hits are short, but that’s probably a good thing. The EP’s runtime of about 12 minutes provides just enough of a jolt to perk you up without overstaying its welcome. Highly recommended.
Well, it ain’t ABBA, but Stockholm has finally produced something else equally amazing for my earballs. Kicking off with Bell and Sebastian-like ’verby vocals and trumpet, “Know The Reason” is a cute, jangly stab at pop immortality. You know how sometimes you just hear that one song – that ONE melody that cuts you to the bone? This is one of those rare tracks, existing in an odd bubble of timelessness that won’t pin it to any specific era, while still sounding contemporarily refreshing.
The track has a vague country tinge to it, which definitely gives it more of an American feel than a European one (a good thing, in our completely unbiased American opinion). And clocking in at 2:47, it even has the perfect pop song length. What more could you want?
The 7-inch also features two more fine cuts, so there’s no way we can’t recommend this wholeheartedly. Wait for it to rain, pull this out of its sleeve, and drop the needle.
Lost in atmospheric euphoria is where you will find yourself when listening to Presents For Sally’s latest release, Colours & Changes. The album itself is rooted in spacey guitars, swelling feedback and echoing vocals. There is ample room to breath, and the album feels befitting of a long move away from home. “Anything Anymore” succeeds in this space, while “Sleep Tight” operates in more constrained territory — the band is seemingly at their best when they’re reining it in (ever so slightly). This is for when finding your way is exploring more space.
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When a dog has a broken leg, its taken out back and shot. When a man has
a broken soul he writes through the night. Recorded during a year he spent
working on a farm outside of Oxford, out of school and out of his mind,
Knowlton Bournes Songs From Motel 43 has a genuine youthful enthusiasm
that cant be faked. Its the sound of someone watching the world reveal
itself for the first time, each new experience something to be savored,
even the tragedy. Its alive & awake & terrified & enraptured. Open up
your mouth and say awe.
Because hes spent his whole life in Mississippi, 23-year-old Knowlton
Bourne cant help sounding southernits there in the twang you hear every
time he opens his mouth. But listen closely and you hear so much more than
americana. You can hear it in the hooks, you can hear it in the
arrangements, the popcraft that makes his songs stand out like knives.
Songs From Motel 43 is a perfectly paced album that builds upon itself
like a killer collection of short stories.