thurston moore is like 180 years old but he is still a million times cooler than every single nyc hipster combined.for srsly, thurston moore is like, the greatest dude to ever come out of rock ‘n’ roll. thurston: plz have my babies? i am totally listening to his brand new album, trees outside the academy right now. and omfg@how awesome this album is. how can one dude make so much awesomely awesome music?? there is no way thurston is a real human. he has to be some kind of crazy alien musical robot embryo created from the 11th dimension or something, because that is the only possibly conceivable way that he is able to transcend all other mortal earthly musicians. also, he does not age like a normal human. he is like a thousand years old but is still cooler than cool. if someone ever wanted to describe new york city, all they need to do is show someone a picture of thurston moore and let them listen to one of his songs.

anyway, this album is tttly rad, and there are some songs that are actually really sad. like “american coffin”, which is like all piano-y and instrumental and basically makes tears go down my manly cheeks :’( … “wonderful witches” sounds like what would happen if “1979″ was written by sonic youth. and remember that shitty orchestral album that silverchair tried to write like ten years ago?? (neon ballroom i think is what it was called??)… well “off work” is what that album wished it sounded like. i am serious about marrying thurston moore, btw. f u bob dylan and neil young, thurston moore is better than you.

just look at these douchebags^^^

interpol is kind of getting boring. turn on the bright lights is/was one of the greatest debuts ever recorded and i still love it to this day; but dudez, try something different srsly. you are getting stale. experiment a little bit. pretty plz with a cherryontop, omg. our love to admire (interpol’s third album), comes out in ten days
and has leaked in wonderfully crappy 160kbs glory. and it is just ok. there is one song that is pretty rad and has a dudical solo at the end but i can barely find it back (it’s “pioneer to the falls”, btw) because all the other songs sound more or less the same. and also, wtf@this album cover. like.. the land before time meets the lion king???

oh, i am such a lonely lonely blog

*drinks some rum*

john vanderslice’s new album (emerald city)
has leaked and it is this: awesome. i have listened to it many, many times in the past week and it gets better each time for realz. the record’s standout, “time to go” reminds me of what would happen if you mated that one awesome nelly furtado song (“say it right”) with lou barlow. srsly. the album is kind of sad but there are some glimmers of hope and it makes me wish i was friends with good old john and we could toss back a bunch of hipster lagers and talk about the state of the world with eachother.

the yeah yeah yeahs (is there a more sexy band? i don’t think so)

a new yeah yeah yeahs ep is what we all wantedhave recorded a new ep which has now leaked in full 320kbs glory. called is is, this little ditty harkens back to the band’s early days of thunderstruck art punk à la mode. nois’d out and (early) sonic youthy; sexeee and cool, karen o. is basically the most perfect woman on the planet (seriously, karen, if you are out there: will you marry me??). “down boy” is omghotness with a cherry on top.

i recently discovered this band: boat

this band is rad. listen to them.(which i think is supposed to be written in all-caps).

they are awesome. their 2007 album, let’s drag our feet, is listed below, but i just wanted to make sure you all don’t pass over it. i have probably listened to this record twenty times in the past two days alone. standouts are: (i’m a) donkey for your love, the ferocious sounds of lobsters and snakes - mom, dad, me and you, and i really, really think you should rethink your life. for realz, it all sounds so effortless, so fun; kind of like pavement meets clap your hands say yeah mixed with stars and multiplied with beta band.

this year is so wonderful it is almost getting impossible to keep tabs on all the great bands releasing albums. here are more, with (hopefully) descriptions to come soon:

the new pornographers - challengers
a snowcone, a pumpkin or two, ride around the lake in a radio flyer, roast marshmallows at night, skip town next week and never look back. balloons!!!

the polyphonic spree - the fragile army
is it a cult? is it fake? RAINBOWS!! ooh-la-la. srsly, rainbows, and sundry happy things flow freely, you know, like a river of happy.

panther - secret lawns
bizarro napoleon dynamite feeding live cats to dead mice; also, bizarro napoleon dynamite is holding many shotguns and perhaps there is a tank parked outside. he eats a lot of ramen and macaroni.

you say party! we say die! - lose all time
dance dance dance; frantic beats and über-hot melodies; time is lost

liars - s/t
strange monsters and demons and acid-toting lovebeasts chanting in languages of pseudo-beauty, semi-dance, kind-of-crazy; and mating.

minus the bear - planet of ice
guitar solos! monkey! knife! fight! let’s party. for realz this time.

architecture in helsinki - places like this

chromeo - fancy footwork
this makes me feel totally metro and want to go to the gay bar for martini and manicure night in hopes of getting hit on (but politely saying ‘no’) by the mobs of heaving gays.

oh my god - fools want noise

justice - †
breakdance in the back of an alley for your life and your soul. avoid the stabbings with your killer danse moves; YOU have the skillz, my lovelies! (save the cheerleader dancefloor save the world.)

shout out louds - our ill wills
less sad than the cure and more neue than new wave; kind of like a windy day in a suburban graveyard (a happy graveyard with no zombies or ghosts)

art brut - it’s a bit complicated

caribou - andorra
sort of like the ’60s plus blonde redhead plus a sky filled with birds plus an aurora borealis. i think i might drive to the north pole and never come back.

shellac - excellent italian greyhound

chuck ragan - feast or famine
break out the bottles of whiskey and drive with me across the country and let’s live in montana and stay in wyoming for awhile and maybe there will be a ghost town at some point and we can chill at the local tavern and walk down the dusty roads and then leave without a trace.

queens of the stone age - era vulgaris

air - pocket symphony

the white stripes - icky thump

the dear hunter - act I: the lake south the river north

tegan & sara - the con
hip and kind of sad, but in a way that makes you sweat tears and dance on them all night long

pinback - autumn of the seraphs

the kbc - on the beat!
neon colors and little grizzly cubs and studly dudez and babez rolling around in a meadow and holding hands and playing red rover with disco balls. isn’t this perfect? damn right it is!

editors - an end has a start
interpol on vicodin + coldpay = sort of rainy but less suicidal joy division.

BOAT - let’s drag our feet
this record is relaxing like dinosaur jr. and styled in pavement-like slackertude and melodic like stars or beta band and it’s like a huge snowcone of chillaxed awesomeness waiting to be eaten while walking through a park.