SOTD #720 – Jeff Runnings
Come to think of it, “dreampop” is a horrible tag. Rarely anything that the indie world perceives as “pop” is ever popular, and then the stuff we perceive as “dreamy” rarely lulls us into any dream-like state of bliss. Mired in the existential angst of post-punk, “dreampop” done right leads us further into ourselves, to […]
SOTD #719 – Skating Polly
When I heard ‘Perfume For Now’, I took to Twitter with the words “Song of the year in February? Maybe.” Angered girlish squeals and powerful raging screamed words spat out in the direction of the lyrics’ target. “Frying slowly in butter and fate / Take it take it take it take it- it’s a hunt.” […]
SOTD #718 – Flowers
By Caspar Jacobs “Do you know?” It’s the defining question of insecurity. Do you know what you want to be later? And what you want to study? What kind of job you’re gonna apply for when you’re done with that? On ‘Ego Loss’, Rachel is asking that open-ended question over and over, and every time […]
SOTD #717 – Ratbath
My brother Ben and I, we used to be like crossed fingers. I didn’t need any other friends on the playground, because I could always just hang out with him after school. We told stories together, played word games and card games and our modified version of Rock-Paper-Scissors. In the mornings, we’d just lie on […]
SOTD #716 – Animal Daydream
Well, here we are again. Another year, another lush EP for running through cornfields barefoot, another suggestion that Gothenburg might float on a cloud high and away from the tumultuous river of now. I’m not about to renounce any of my thoughts on how music needs to keep moving forward, that musicians need to challenge […]
SOTD #714 – Dendera Bloodbath
Photo courtesy of Immersive Atlanta. In the great kingdom of Atlanta, way up north toward the mountains, there lies a village within the foothills. No families or clans call this hamlet home, for the grass is eternally charred, and the barren trees glow faintly at night, and voices chirp and chatter where no humans or […]
SOTD #713 – Halfsour
Say you’ve gone out to see a gig in a new town. You’ve arrived early, as is your custom, but already people are crowding the couches and milling in bunches. You don’t know any of these people. Your legs lock as you stand at the threshold, scanning for somewhere unobtrusive to sit. Twenty minutes crawl […]
SOTD #712 – Hag Face
The very name should chill your bones. As your lips form the words, you should welcome the slight shudder that slips down your back. You should feel compelled to fear. You should embrace the fear. As you would with Satan, Voldemort, Napalm Death, or the Glow Cloud. O great conjurers, o great terrors of the […]
SOTD #711 – Bamboo
Lately I’ve been asking myself things. Like, what traits do I value most in a person? Intelligence, surely? I’d always gravitated towards those as quick-witted and widely read as my brother. But no, I’ve decided, wit alone doesn’t appeal to me anymore. His sharp-tongued wife wounds us without flinching – meek laughter and pointed corrections […]
SOTD #710 – School Of Seven Bells
I think I can blame Drowned In Sound’s Sean Adams for pointing me in the direction of School of Seven Bells. If my memory serves me right, I think it also probably helped that this was at the same time as they had announced a Brisbane show, that I subsequently put in to photograph. It […]
