I ain’t sayin’ we’re always first. In fact, I know damn well that quite often I’m around three years late. I’m just sayin’ that it’s nice to know that some people have been turned on to some great music via this site. Cheers. 1. Tunabunny WHY AREN’T THESE PEOPLE MY FRIENDS? WHY AREN’T THESE PEOPLE […]
Time to return to the source. I’m not going to lie to you. I ain’t even going to try to resist this. Why would I? They sound like they’re having such a great time. A fraction of me thinks “yay! Tunabunny!” when I hear the euphoric rush of joy that lies behind these over-excited, highly […]
It’s almost July, kids – you know what that means? Well, over here in the US, Americans take that as a cue to load up on fireworks, booze, and propane for the 4th. But HERE, in the blogosphere of musique critique (not a real French phrase, by the by), we critic types take stock of […]
You need this. The video is mesmeric. The song is like everything else but then it keeps going and keeps going and before long you realise that it isn’t. Like everything else. Thing is, with this sort of lo-fi do-it-yourself scuzz rock it’s often better to have no budget at all than unlimited resources. (I’m projecting […]
Today, kids, we are going to stand up and applaud. So Drowned in Sound interviewed Alanna McArdle lately. It’s an innocuous, friendly chat really, with ordinary journo-to-band questions about songwriting, live performances vs. recording, “the volatile state of guitar music” (which both interviewer and interviewee agreed was a load of BS), the huge corporate sham […]
The next time I hear the new Tunabunny album I’m incensed, beaten down.
By Everett True The first (1) time I listened to the new Tunabunny album ——————– it was out of a sense of obligation, not nasty, on my headphones late night at home.
Guys, guys, GUYS. If you never read a single thing that I’ve written for Collapse Board so far – or if, perhaps, you have but think I’m too much of a noob to know anything (in which case, I’d agree with you) – well, shut up and read the following statement out loud: Tunabunny is […]
Ohhh, Charlotte. How I adore thee. I hear this and I want to be up on deck with you, scouring the seven seas with your bad pirate self.
Sometimes, the concept is enough in itself. My head is still reeling from being around the psychedelic fountain.