It’s the weekend and I’m ready to get weird. And by “get weird”, I mean “start posting my daily songs again”. If I was in the mood to get weird, though, this would be a good jam to do it to.
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All posts for the month November, 2014
This mix tape, that Kurt Cobain made some many years ago, is pretty good. You can read about the details of it here. It’s definitely an acquired taste, but then what’s good and isn’t an acquired taste?
Why not back to back tracks from Merge.
Something that popped up in my feed and is plenty fun.
Some stray Lee Ranaldo.
I’ve been quiet, but this new release popped up in my e-mail. And it’s good.
Most of Lace Curtains’ new album A Signed Piece of Paper is quirky, unassuming indie pop, but “The Fly” is a whole different beast. Something about the guitar tone reminds me of Women, if they sanded down some of their sharper edges and made an art pop album instead of jagged post punk. Yes, I realize that description only makes sense in my own head. “Shakes his little feet and rubs his little hands. Slips you a CD of his nu-metal band” is a frontrunner for lyric of the year.
The best song on the best album by Ryan Adams gets the Superchunk treatment, and the results are unsurprisingly great. Shame I can’t play it on the show. Off of the While No One Was Looking: Toasting 20 Years of Bloodshot Records comp, out November 18th.
Well here’s a nice surprise. The Velvet Underground are reissuing their S/T debut, and including a 1969 live performance from San Francisco’s The Matrix club. And while the performance has been floating around for years, the recording has been super cleaned up. This is one of the best sounding live VU sets I’ve ever heard.
The new Grouper album is a serious AOTY contender.