“DOG CHOCOLATE, DOG CHOCOLATE, ISN’T FIT FOR CONSUMPTION” It’s best when new bands just slap ya in the face. Like when this rabid bloke from Dog Chocolate cries that he wants to give birth. “I know it will hurt, and I know it will bleed / but I really, really, really, really, really wanna breed”. […]
First, to be perfectly clear – before you go a-whinin’ that you’ve heard this one before – BADBADNOTGOOD changed the game. They stormed the crumbling ramparts of jazz fusion and elevated urban beats to unprecedented heights. When they jam, it ain’t smug baroque showboating. It’s now or never. Kick ass and run like hell. Keep […]
“It’s quite a natural medium for people, radio, I think” A London singer/songwriter that I adore, Paul Hawkins, wrote this memoir, suggesting that writers of any kind should compose songs and, when possible, perform them to an audience. That way, he argues, instead of waiting around for publishers, the author can receive instant feedback on […]
By now, you may have heard on the Facebooks that Everett True, the Legend! and former captain of Collapse Board, has jumped ship. Upon hearing the news, many responded along these lines: “What! Without ET we will be lost! Who will find that life-affirming music for us?! Please don’t leave us – we need CB, […]
“I only fucked you as a joke!” sing the ladies in Seattle’s Childbirth. Ow.
I have a soft spot for both The Cardigans and Rainbow Chan.
This song spills over with as much joy and innovation (both prime pop ingredients) as a kindergarten art class and is just as fun, splashy, bright, intent and contrary.
Judging Britney the same way you’d judge Dylan or Elliott Smith is like taking a baseball bat to a cricket game.
Dot still has the cadence that made The Shaggs The Shaggs
I use the word blast. I refer to the bursts of clarion-call brass that punctuate this uplifting, insurgent noise. I refer to the chiding, aware vocals.