The video for the third single from Bat For Lashes’ album Two Suns appeared online this morning. The song is Sleep Alone, and it’s quite possibly my favorite song of the whole year so far, despite the fact that I hurt my own ears when I try to sing along with the chorus. [youtube]O1vtr9fXdg8[/youtube] I’m […]
Uggh. It’s five AM and I’m wide awake. Not because I’ve been out on a raging bender (I haven’t), but because some drunk jackass thought it would be a good idea to stand in the middle of the street yelling “WOOOOOOOO!” over and over at 3:30 AM. That, and I fell asleep watching the channel
Friday — @The Blackstone, the ‘Mericans, The Wrong Reasons, Annie Bacon @AS220,Father Murphy (di Torino! Ciao!) Israel M, Blevin Blectum (she plays Scrabble sometimes), and Shawn Greenlee @Firehouse 13, Black Tree Burn, Worth the Weight, Semester Abroad, Big Tall Buildings, Mile @Lupo’s, A Faylene Sky, The Intel, Scare Don’t Fear, Acerose @Jerky’s, Someday Providence, Ballyhoo,
Elvis Costello is an amazing musician, but I sometimes forget about him without prompts (like Blizzard of ’78’s great cover last weekend), and I gave up too easily after Santa failed to bring Mr. Costello’s “Best Of: The First Ten Years” the past two Christmases. Now today I see an interview with Mr. Costello that
[youtube]KLNf8SmZ4UQ&feature=related[/youtube] Okay Matthew. . . I’ll see your Nina Persson and raise you one Maja Ivarsson. The Sounds played the Met Cafe a while ago, and she jumped all over the place and threw herself around the stage and made everyone fall in love with her. But someone has got to help the Swedes with
In keeping with today’s theme of Presidents, but also with the eternal theme of Nothing Being Better Than Mid-Nineties Euro-Reggae, here’s Mr. President with their only American hit, 1996’s bouncy and delightful Coco Jamboo. [youtube]7T94g-iYJ-8[/youtube]
Am I the only one that thinks The Kills’ new Midnight Boom album is the best thing to come out in a million years? (Or, you know, at least in the last two months?) It’s got everything you could want in a rock and roll album–it’s dancy, it’s noisy, it’s silly, it’s dirty, it’s British,