By Alexis Late Sometimes I don’t feel like being challenged by music. I want to escape into the wistful longing of Frankie Cosmos, or swim in the gentle heartbreak of Waxahatchee. I close my eyes and wallow in the miserable beauty that infuses in me like a mellowing tea. Each song is a sliver of […]
I’m feeling fuzzy this evening. The meds must rilly be kickin’ in. Fuzzy and warm and like I’d been out huggin’ with the ladies. This morning I was feeling fuzzy too. I keep havin’ this same dream about a house, an apartment – with some weird secret passage that leads over the roofs, and an empty […]
I have a theory that Vivian Girls are more similar to Ramones than given credit for. Not only in their sound – and the fact they were the first band to truly get Ramones since Shop Assistants – but also in the way they blazed a trail through the 2000s, inspiring dozens – possibly hundreds – of […]
Hey there. Missed me? Some old-fashioned pop music for you today. (We’re talking 90s, or 2009 at least.) It’s all fuzzy and warm and effervescent. They call it twee and shit, like that ain’t a put down. And maybe it isn’t in Spanish, who knows?All I know is that when some corporate journo suggested to […]
I would love to hear 100 versions of this playing simultaneously.
Everything is slightly confused and blurred like a Trafalgar Square night bus home.
Summer is on the horizon, and Burnt Palms are just about the most perfect band to spend it with.
It’s a shame about the Babies. Come on feel the Babie-heads.
Sun, fun, shorts, shades, the beach, the party never stops and the caring never starts.
This song is so great I cannot (and do not want to) find it in my heart to resist it