Don't let the name fool you, this is a Justice-produced tune. Its all about this animation though. Reminds me of old Saturday morning cartoons, only electro'd. Result: awesomeness.
7/8/09
Wale - New Soul
New track by DC-based rapper Wale. I dig. He drops a line about twitter, but I forgive him because I like him better than fellow freshmen rappers Asher Bro-rap Roth and KiD KanYe, er, KiD CuDi.
Here's his collab with Lady GaGa:
Wale freestyles:
7/7/09
Passion Pit - The Reeling
Awesome video by Passion Pit - much better than the recently released Kids video by MGMT. Oh, MGMT always trying so hard to be "trippy." In 2009, trippy is the new sober!
7/6/09
Wavves knows whats up
6/23/09
People Under The Stairs
6/13/09
Fresh Daily - Hard Work
6/11/09
Yacht - Psychic City
Described on their lame blog as a "subversive damaged zombie pop banger", Yacht's new single off their forthcoming See Mystery Lights fufills none of those abstract descriptive adjectives yet still is a great song. It's bubblegum, it's saccharine, it's a sunny day. The kinda song that'll inspire pasty kids everywhere to shed their hoodies and get some Vitamin D. Yay!
6/10/09
What the fuck is a Veckatimest? Part 2
I wanted to like Veckatimest, I really did. But with the album’s pretentious, abstract-proper-noun name and all the press hype, I doubted the music would deliver on any of its promises. I could tell first off that the album was trying to be big. It was ambitious, layered, complex – I decided to withhold judgments based on my first intuition: that the album is a slow, meandering bore.
Repeated listening only consistently reminded me how dull it is with every revisit. I mean, it sounds good but it doesn't sound interesting. Singer Daniel Rossen’s vocals sound like a heartbroken wounded animal attached to a reverb pedal. The kind of wounded animal that you wish Papa would go out and back and shoot with his rifle to put out of its misery.
For a band named after the California state animal (Rossen is a LA expatriate, NYU alum), Grizzly Bear doesn't come off sounding very fierce. Two Weeks’s poppy piano melody is catchy, but the rest is just this anamorphic melacholic haze. And this is supposed to be their accessible record? T
As for all the other songs, they all sound like endings to sad movies. I’ve imagined my own ending to Veckatimest: the band riding off into the Western sunset, fading into the distance until it’s nothing more than a black speck on the memory of this summer’s better moments.