Mixtapes - Nothing Can Kill The Grimace
Mixtapes are a four-piece pop-punk band from Ohio. I have no idea how I found them, but they are the poppiest anything I've held a weeks-long obsession with in years and not felt guilty about on any level.
Mixtapes are a four-piece pop-punk band from Ohio. I have no idea how I found them, but they are the poppiest anything I've held a weeks-long obsession with in years and not felt guilty about on any level.
This morning, while getting into my car, I had an epiphany: Why did I never start calling my Saturn "Goldie"? Lots of people have names for their cars, right? So, why not me?
I pulled out OK Computer last night with the intention of setting up the epic 01 and 10 playlist. I haven't done it yet, but you can be sure I'll post some sort of explanation on some other website when I do.
I know that this week is the 25th anniversary of D. Boon's death in a van crash because one of the first articles I read this morning, I have no idea how this worked out, was Rob Sheffield's piece on RollingStone.com, "Remembering D. Boon and The Minutemen." So obviously I listened to What Makes A Man Start Fires on the way to work today.
Sometimes Spoon feels like a significantly cooler Steely Dan. The major difference, of course, being that Spoon is playing rock and roll and the dorks with a seriously cool band name are busy being snooty art school musicians. Britt Daniel is cooler than them. By cool, I mean he has the best quality control in history seeing as how there isn't a bad song on any of his albums. (Come on - prove me wrong.)
What's the difference between Weezer in 1998 and now? This song. I bet if Matt Sharp rejoined Weezer, you'd get the proper follow-up to Pinkerton within a year. The truth is, Rivers Cuomo needs somebody to tell him to stop trying to be cool and just write a song that he can actually feel.
I hate to harp on it, really, but this came up on my iPod on shuffle today and my first thought was about how great the Blue album and Pinkerton are. Whatever the fallout between Cuomo and Sharp was, it's a damn shame. At least we've got a couple good albums from The Rentals to go with the two classic Weezer albums.
I'm gonna keep this simple, and almost haiku-like: Female singer. Fast punk that's gonna grate on anybody who isn't into the obnoxious sound. Makes me wanna jump around and break shit, but in a good way. (What the hell is that supposed to mean.)
White Lung's self-titled, 11-track album on Deranged Records is a non-stop, don't blink or you'll miss it screaming freak-out. Once upon a time, the four women who are White Lung would be called Riot Grrrls, and maybe they still should be, but I'm just gonna call them punk as fuck.
I don't know if it's true but, based on the record, I'm willing to bet they wouldn't think twice about beating your ass for laughs.
And that's the way it should be.
Download White Lung at Shockhound.
As I sift through albums for that Top 11, and realize that it's been a really great year for music, it dawned on me that I never wrote a word anywhere - save a few tweets - about this year's album from Bad Religion, The Dissent of Man.
P.O.S. is from Minneapolis, and is on Rhymesayers, so my first thought was Atmosphere. I'm not comparing. Just saying that I had a standard before I heard a lick.
I heard this song on the radio yesterday. ON THE RADIO! It bothers indie elitists, but Modest Mouse getting huge was a great great thing and the reason should be obvious to everybody who ever loved them.