By Scott Creney So when you first join up there’s all these goddamned floating circles and you’re supposed to pick your favorite genre of music from a bunch of categories that are so broad & vague as to be meaningless: alternative, electronic, pop, rock, oldies, etc. But you can’t see all the bubbles at once […]
Well, I won’t lie. When I plucked Ballet School out of the lineup, I thought for sure I’d singled out another case of all-men groups dubbing their bands with feminine names (see Woman’s Hour, Girl Band). I stand corrected. However. As we all know, having the prerequisite chick on vocals don’t getcha a free pass […]
The week’s big news, I mean other than Collapse Board somehow being overlooked in the list of the 100 most influential music blogs, was Friday’s surprise announcement that Kate Bush was playing her first live shows since 1979. AND BASICALLY NOTHING ELSE MATTERS BECAUSE I’M SEEING KATE BUSH IN AUGUST It’s the most indulgent and […]
I like the place Ballet School has taken this music to. A new ground for exploration. More new treasure maps and cornicing. A new fecundity.
This half-assed Paula Cole bullshit bores the crap out of me. Its Enya-esque sonic soundscapes make me wretch.
This was the penultimate lecture in Sex Drugs Rock N Roll this semester at QUT
Sure. Julia Holter does sound softened, magical, intimate. Beauty is saddened.
Sex, drugs, more sex, more drugs, each song details another night of Bacchanalian excess with no redemption in sight. Are you ready to party?