Whenever I see an artist from Minneapolis making waves on national music websites, I always feel a little swell of hometown. Even if I’m being a total bandwagoner who just discovered said artist through Pitchfork or Spotify, I’ll make up for it by creating false memories of listening to their music before they got big. I might even convince myself that I’ve got mutual-mutual friends with the bassist, or that I saw them open for Of Montreal back in 2009. Something like that.
That said, I can’t exactly remember if Night Moves is a band that I first heard on my local NPR station or if I found them through a more mainstream source. In any case, I’m going to pretend that I’m a #dayone fan of this band because not only is their music a freak-folk dream, but they also grew up in the same metro area as I did. The newest single from their forthcoming album, “Carl Sagan,” is laden with beachy guitar hooks and falsetto vocals, an ambiguous sound that could easily hail from another decade. Major music outlets like iTunes and Entertainment Weekly recently brought Night Moves to my attention again after a brief hiatus, which is also why I’m promoting their music to overcompensate for sleeping on these hometown heroes. If this track strikes your fancy, stay tuned for Pennied Days, which is set for release March 25!
Has anyone posted about Green Day lately? I don’t think so, or if they have, it hasn’t been recent enough. If you know me, you know I’m a Green Day fanatic- indeed, every song they’ve ever recorded has found its way into my itunes library, and I’ve heard them all, too (it’s about 14 hours of listening, if you wanted to do it all in one sitting).
“2000 Light Years Away” is the opening track from Green Day’s first album, the oft-forgotten “Kerplunk!” The album was released during a simpler time; nobody was arguing about what was or wasn’t “””pop punk””” and, I’m gonna say it, it always seems to me that kids who wanted to listen to Green Day in 1992 probably had it a lot easier than kids do now. The song is written in a familiar style if one listens to a lot of early Green Day, with Billie Joe sorta whining about loving a girl and being totally hot for her, too. Funnily enough, this song was written about Billie Joe’s then-girlfriend, now-wife, who was a fan he met backstage at a show. You, too, could marry your idol!
Honestly, there isn’t much else to say. If you like Green Day, you’ll like this. If you’re not into it, you’re entitled to your opinion (even though it’s totally wrong).
After listening to the Life of Pablo for the past week on repeat, it’s a good feeling to return to Kendrick Lamar. Kendrick’s poetic talent is on full display on his 2011 mixtape, section.80. Kush and Corinthians in particular is a great song to climb back into. The clarity with which the Compton native expresses himself on the track stands out in a time when rappers such as Future can mumble over eccentric beats and sell millions of records. It was good to see Kendrick get some recognition at the Grammys for his obvious talent. TPAB certainly took a different direction than section.80, but on Kush and Corinthians there are glimpses of the rapper that he would hatch into three years down the line. enjoy. also, check out episode 1 of the viceland series: Bompton
The summer of sophomore year in high school in England is known as festival season –– girls put on tonnes of make-up and flower headbands, boys buy condoms in futile dreams of losing their virginity to a “festival fling”, twenty-or-so of them get together, buy a bunch of cheap shitty beer (or Strongbow cider, if you’re feeling really classy), and head off for weekends of music, mud and mindlessness.
While most of my memories of those weekends consist of wishing it’d stopped raining for at least one of the four festival days, some of them are bright, beautiful memories of shows –– Phoenix at Reading Festival in 2013, for example.
Most of the festival crowd had gone off to see either Green Day (I’m sorry, Billie Joe Armstrong, but in 2013 you were already much past your prime) or Knife Party, so the Phoenix set brought along only a modest crowd of about 1000 people (Reading’s general festival population is around 300,000). Being 5’, I got passed around from shoulders to shoulders until I got to the front of the crowd, high-fived Thomas Mars and crowd-surfed my way to the back, where my friends were performing some sort of an interpretive dance routine.
Since then, I’ve gone to a few festivals and had similar, lovely experiences, mostly because I realised that Reading (the British amalgamation of Coachella and Bonnaroo) was not what I was looking for. If anything I’ve described above rings true for you, or if you’re just sick of seeing Native American headdresses on drunk white girls, look no further.
Here are some of this summer’s festivals I’d love to go to:
Where: Austin, TX
When: April 29 – May 1
Who’s playing: Brian Wilson performing Pet Sounds, Animal Collective, Courtney Barnett, Flying Lotus, Brian Jonestown Massacre, Allah-Las, Parquet Courts and a bunch of other cool people
How much: $185 + $86 if you wanna camp on site
Where: Louisville, KY
When: July 15 – 17
Who’s playing: Avett Brothers, Death Cab for Cutie, Alabama Shakes, Glass Animals, Dr. Dog, Shakey Graves, Femi Kuti, Unknown Mortal Orchestra, Alex G, etc.
How much: $170 (no camping though)
Shaky Knees Festival
Where: Atlanta, GA
When: May 13 – 15
Who’s playing: Jane’s Addiction, The Kills, Savages, Wolf Alice, Alex G, My Morning Jacket, Shakey Graves, The Head and the Heart, Atlas Genius, Parquet Courts, Unknown Mortal Orchestra, etc.
How much: $215 for 3 days and no camping
Nelsonville Music Festival
Where: Nelsonville, OH
When: June 2 – 5
Who’s playing: Courtney Barnett, Gary Clark Jr, The Tallest Man On Earth, Mac Demarco, Angel Olsen, Badbadnotgood, Twin Peaks
How much: $125 + $30 camping
and an across-the-pond shoutout to a festival with just a fucking fantastic lineup
Where: Barcelona, Spain
When: June 1 – 5
Who’s playing: Alex G, Animal Collective, Beach House, Beirut, Brian Wilson performing Pet Sounds, Cass McCombs, Chairlift, Deerhunter, Destroyer, Dinosaur Jr., Freddie Gibbs, Hudson Mohawke, The Last Shadow Puppets, LCD Soundsystem (!), Neon Indian, Parquet Courts, Radiohead (!!!), Sheer Mag, Sigur Ros, Tame Impala, Ty Segall, Vince Staples, Wild Nothing
How much: Weekend tickets are reselling at about $400, plus hostels, plus flights… a girl can dream
This South Korean punk trap music has me captivated. Music is changing quick. Kieth Ape demands you forget what you know about music, and just enjoy this energy packed 3 minutes. Vibe to this during your pleasant Wednesday evening.
In 1981, Roger Shepard started Flying Nun Records in Christchurch, New Zealand. He initially wanted to release music by local Christchurch bands, but Shepard’s great success was releasing the music of Dunedin bands, like The Clean. The Clean were without a doubt the most influential band Flying Nun signed. Steven Malkmus of Pavement, Yo La Tengo, and Jay Reatard all site The Clean as a major influence. Their first single “Tally Ho!” and following EP “Boodle Boodle Boodle” set the template for the Dunedin Sound, which would become the dominant style of Kiwi Rock for the next decade.
This track, “Point That Thing Somewhere Else” is the 5th and final track off of The Clean’s 1982 EP Boodle Boodle Boodle. The EP was recorded in a bedroom on a 4-track recorder, and like all on the EP this track has a distinct lo-fi sound. The driving, scuzzy guitars and simple drum beat propel the track forward into a five plus minute long hypnotic jam. Drummer/vocalist Hamish Kilgour’s quiet vocals float above the guitars and drums for the first half of the track, which gives way to the fuzzy, tight, and atmospheric riffs David Kilgour wails on. This track is a beast, balancing gracefully on the edge of total guitar freakout and amphetamine-fueled jangle pop a la The Feelies. So give it a list and take in some southern hemisphere sounds.
I was driving today, looking at the fog blanket on the mountains. It started snowing, and this song came on. My whole drive home suddenly took on a really lovely quality –– honestly, play this song on your walk/cycle/drive home and the next five or so minutes will become a tiny bit more wonderful.
This is an extended version of the original song, and has a much longer beautiful instrumental part with a lot of brass, which is dope –– brass is always pretty great. Personally, I associate Van a bit more with the summer, but this version of ‘Moondance’ is perfect for this meteorogically–bipolar beginning of the week.
WILLIAM ONYEABOR is hopefully but not likely a name you have heard before. The music of the mysterious man, released in the late 1970s and early 80s, characterizes a unique form of African electronic funk. After self-releasing eight albums during this time, he became a born-again Christian and essentially denounced his whole music career. To add another level of intrigue, there are rumors of his having went to Russia to study filmmaking.
After recently being “discovered” by Damon Albarn, David Byrne and other powerful male white British musicians, his music has gotten a little more exposure. There is apparently a short documentary released by Noisey (affiliated with Vice) on Onyeabor and — someone — has been trying to write a biography on him for a year and a half – but no luck there.
David Byrne’s world-music focused record label Luaka Bop recently re-released a lot of Onyeabor’s music with his approval and enthusiasm, but was unable to secure event a statement from him much less a live performance. He did, however, make an audio appearance on the radio program BBC 6 Music in 2014, where he stated that he “only create[s] music that will help the world,” and sort of announced to his fans that more music is to come… We can only hope.
I was first introduced to Onyeabor through a friend who has a habit of finding precious things in small crannies in the music world; I initially had absolutely no idea if this music came from one of this friend’s obscure, hyper-modern Soundcloud-only DJs from this decade or if it was from the middle of last century. If I ever find myself in Enugu in Eastern Nigeria, I will be looking to make contact with the High Chief William Onyeabor, operator of a flour mill and proponent of the local Christian music scene.
This song popped up on my discovery weekly (as does most of the music I listen to atm). I’m a big Bossa Nova fan, so I’d heard of Caetano Veloso before. I listened to the song, and I loved it… Big whoop!
But here’s where things get interesting…
The day after I heard the song I decided to check out a Pedro Almodóvar film called Talk to Me (Habla Con Ella). About 1/3rd of the way through the movie, Caetano Veloso APPEARS AND PLAYS THE SONG!
Anyways… the song is great. The movie is great. I am great.
Did anyone else listen to Motion City Soundtrack during their angsty years as much as I did? Sometimes I forget that these guys aren’t super well known because of how large they loom in my memories of middle school. I “discovered” them in 6th grade when they opened for Panic at the Disco (OmG like Ryan Ross, plz DO me XD) and more or less kicked ass.
Over the past 8 years I’ve followed MCS at a distance, tuning into new albums a couple months after they’re released and vaguely giving a shit when their lead singer went to rehab. I recently went to a free concert they played at a famous record store in Minneapolis, but now that I think about it, that happened four years ago. Time flies when you’re not listening to pop-punk.
At any rate, Motion City Soundtrack is probably my favorite band to listen to when I’m tryna to rock out to some quirky songs about how hard it is to be a 20-something year old with hella feelings. Also great if you’re from the Twin Cities and like hearing references to actual bars near your house (s/o to the 612 [even though I’m from Hopkins]). “The Future Freaks Me Out,” is a perfect introduction to Motion City Soundtrack because it’s just lighthearted enough to keep you from labeling the band as “emo” from the get-go. Whether it’s an old standby or a new throwback, I suggest you blast it at full volume.