There seems to be this revival of the 90’s right now, and the new single “Amcanu” by Castles (which is actually CaStLeS, but that’s way too much work to type) might be one of freshest takes on that era. I’m hearing traces of the krautrock of Can and Neu! (both had reissues in the 90’s […]
I dunno. Sometimes man, I feel obsolete. This is from the press release. On paper, Ye Nuns are a tribute band. An all-girl celebration of The Monks, proto-krautrock garage punkers formed by a gang of American GIs stationed in Germany who legendarily sported tonsures and nooses on stage. But Ye Nuns are more than a […]
Imagine a desk. A desk full of promo CDs, thin glass cases and paper sleeves lined in tiny towers like a mini metropolitan sprawl. Are you sitting at this desk? Good. Stand up. Now, with one arm (two if you’re a wimp), sweep off everything. What is this clatter, reeling far away from the center? […]
Sometimes, the concept is enough in itself. My head is still reeling from being around the psychedelic fountain.
This passes the Kid Koala test. So laidback it’s beyond horizontal. Chilled. Woozy. Wonderful.
I don’t like praising records for their focus and consistency — makes me feel like I’m in a corporate boardroom or something.
This is what it feels like to be alive in 2012 — connected to everything and more isolated than ever.
Like The Fall, Clinic is always different/always the same. You know what you’re going to get but you don’t know how you’re going to get it.
Six months ago I wrote that Can music was a universe. Hell, it’s way better than that. It’s a better version of our universe.
This would be refreshing just as regular punk rock performed on a stage in a club, but Pussy Riot only play unsanctioned shows in public spaces.