white man man

they closed the library yesterday because of the ice and snow. it might as well have been the apocalypse for me. school is pretty tuff. good thing there are pretty songs in the world. here's a new man man song from an up coming cd that's called rabbit habits and some freshly baked talent white hinterland. i'm pretty sure the little lead singer, casey dienel released a solo album that lots of people got excited about last year. their cd is called phylactery factory. white hinterland is going to be at sxsw. last year they got sidelined by a snow storm (kindred hearts!) and that is why i suspect they already not more well known. note: i had no intention of picking albums that both had rhyming names. there is something really traditional and jazz like about the piano which really makes hinterland for me. they really put the chords out there and use it enhance a contemporary melody, rather than using a piano to sort of "tone it down" and go "intimately acoustic".

dreaming of plum trees - white hinterland

top drawer - man man

"nobody will write a book about this kitchen. the first sentence
will not read: this kitchen was a Saint. nor will it read: as the
garbage piled up..." excerpt from "the north" by tyler carter

apes and beef jerky

that is a picture from one of apes and androids shows. either hired or volunteer zombies. they also occasionally have cheerleaders and a traditional korean rhythm section at their shows. they sound like david bowie or queen with a mac book. nice guitar, nice tron. this song in particular even samples the chorus from the doors. (rider on the storm) it's weird, but it's professional

ciao matto's song is equally weird but as nice to listen to. the vocals sound like lovefoxxx from css with a few horns and down a few heroin injections. their name is italian for "crazy food," but they are japanese twins. oh supermarket samples of culture, oh postmodernity. how i do adore thee.

apes and androids - make forever last forever

cibo matto - beef jerky

through the closed door/ you can hear two people boring each other./baby sounds like it's been stepped on./next to the bus stop, an eaten-out pumpkin/spills seed from its side./now you can get these boots which/turn girls' ankles into powder-blue fireplugs—huzzah! --karyna mcglynn

ok. if i get arrested. will someone bring me muffins? pumpkin ones with chocolate chips or carrot raisin spice ones? put a little knife in one too, will you?

anyway, one of the guy's from field music made his own solo effort called school of language. songs about words! and pretty clever ones at that. there is a background loop chorus of vowel sounds!

i don't know what to make of how i became the bomb. pop punk has a almost tolerable baby with the avalanches. i heard it once and i couldn't help but kind of like it. i might be embarassed i put this up later.

killing machine - how i became the bomb

rockist pt 1 - school of language

jukebox

a monday. a return. a promise to be more diligent. a new cat power song as free and painful as July feet running on gravel.

http://www.inerdicablestain.com/skindex.html
have you heard about this and how fucking awesome it is?

cat power - woman left lonely

out in the sea/was a stone/my girl sat down/and told it her pains. -lorca, in search of duende

shiny toy guns

another stab at shameless fun and dance with my current song obsession. synth pop band shiny toy guns says they can welcome the machine as long as its for musical purposes. 'we are pilots' came in '05, and 'le disko' is a testament to their claim to be "weaspons of sharpness." strange addition: rebecca romijn was a guest singer on 'darling nicki' for a series of ode to prince covers. enjoy the ruckus.

shiny toy guns - le disko

i won my wings! i got all A's! we bought fresh fruit! the toilet broke!
from 27 by jim harrison

say hi (formerly to your mom)

in a couple weeks, say hi comes out with the wishes and the glitches, leaving behind their old name, say hi to your mom, for good. eric elbogen has been with a few different band members since he started out in 02. you can hear the new girl addition on the single "northwestern girls." "your mom" was a good indicator of the charming, geek factor of say hi. "but she beat my high score?" genius. all the quirkiness and lyrical talent of modest mouse, and the innocent fun of the black kids. "northwestern girls" seems like a preview for something a bit more serious. or an anthem for all the kids running to portland/seattle.

say hi - northwestern girls

do we ever wish
for words and say the opposite? syntax
has never eaten from my hand. one night,
i gnawed bone long after the wine was gone
and you picked the cork down to nothing. from sonnet - adam clay

santogold

i do a radio show at our college station. my one wish, should my fairy g'ma ever grant it, is that i could get folkish to sound good back to back with partyish. i fear it always just ends up sounding obnoxious. as much as i appreciate seriousness and sincerity, i can't resist anything that sounds like "lasergun cheerleaders marching next to a hand-clap assault." so i'm putting up some santogold. she's sounds just like MIA and I read she's working with similar people, and is best spandex friends with MIA. i have no problem with someone co-opting that sound a bit. i would say there's even a bit more of that famous Brooklyn roots-reggae-dub influence in santogold. (the lingering roots of the influence that supposedly jump started dj cool herc and hip hop.)

i also threw up some broadcast 2000. (not to be confused with just broadcast) he (aka joe steer) records and plays his own little gypsy folk symphony out of his own studio in north london. it's beirut with a little bit more raw popsugar crunchiness. and glockenspiels! i like it. particularly the ones with a bit more kick as far as the tempo goes. "get up and go" is the other track i debated putting up.

santogold- shove it (switch remix)

broadcast 2000 - don't weigh me down

we clutch our bellies and roll on the floor/when I say this, it should mean laughter,not poison/i want more applesauce/i want more seats reserved for heroes/dear forgiveness, I saved a plate for you./quit milling around the yard and come inside. -litany in which certain things are crossed out, from crush by richard siken