....and we are back. What happened? So confused. Actually we were waiting on the return of Daft Punk. Felt that 'blogging' was pointless until Daft Punk released Random Access Memories on the internets. Speaking of which, Daft Punk's internet police are pretty savvy, so don't expect this too up up for long, but until then enjoy (and don't expect an academic breakdown of the awesomeness of this album, its taken eight months to get to the point where I can listen to Beach Boys Pet Sounds and enjoy it without hearing some basement dweller 'describe Wilson's genius'. Daft Punk are this generation's Beatles. Get in and get back to music indeed...
Beautiful minimal rainbow acid animations overlaying glitched natural backgrounds combined with pastoral trance synth loops like the most amazing screensaver ever.
Download their album for free from their bandcamp: fanfiction.bandcamp.com.
Don't make me start a new genre name for Babe, Terror. If pressed, the best I can come up with is 'unchill wave' ... sorta like you are swimming in the thoughts of the meth head who hangs out in the parking lot by my laundromat. Catch up on the Bad Vibes/Babe Terror mix series here.
The Fresh and Onlys have come back (has Tim Cohen ever went away?) and this time, its a jangle fest with just a touch of 'da new wave' vibes -- you can almost, almost see this as the soundtrack to a montage where perhaps there is maximum pouting happening.
Lovin' this Danny Perez video, kinda like the kabuki version of a drag racin' roadster in the desert, as envisioned by a 7 year old, doodled on his notebook in geography class. Dig the Hausu reference of the disembodied arms, attacking the monster.
Nice 2 see Ms Badu hasn't given up on collaborations after the - well - frankly awful treatment she received at the hands of Wayne Coyne and Flaming Lips (yeah, its best everyone forget about that - Coyne is kinda music industry personified - a Broadway Danny Rose without the wit, charm and well, without Woody Allen. This is a cool jazzed up number. Dig it. Kinda funny to see indie Flying Lotus fanz duke it out over the addition of a 'neo soul' singer ... 'das not indie'.
Guise. Don't h8 on me but this is super generic mall rock. I eagerly await its appearance in some sub par flick, where the 'heros' life falls apart, and he goes on a long thought provoking drive to 'asses' and 'manage' his situation with tragic consequences.
Still not sold on Tame Impala, tbh. Always 'feels' like a Dungen rip. But y'know more Pitchfork hype friendly cuz they sing in english. Hey-ho ... the summer is hot, and this is pretty psychey but it seems y'all forgot about Dungen.