the album of the day today is skinny puppy’s the process. dudez, remember this album?? omg i had basically forgotten about it
until last week when i was drinking a bunch of rum and remembered how back when i was like, 17 i used to drink booze and listen to “cult” on repeat. i used to know every single word to that song foreralz. basically it has some of the greatest lyrics of any song ever in existence. it is ttly all about heroin. OH and also it was featured in one of the greatest movie + music scenes EVER in the movie suburbia when that one babe starts chugging hard liquor in a helpless i’m-about-to-relapse-into-a-hardcore-alcoholic-again type of way while everything goes to slow motion and the gang splits up and goes their separate ways. i always thought if the movie ended there it would be the most perfect movie ever made. anyways. here’s to you kEVIN cEY and nivek OgRe or however the hell you spell/pronounce your weirdo names. also, the rest of the songs on the album are awesome too.

skinny puppy - “cult”:

the go team’s new album proof of youth leaked a few days ago and it is ttly filled with sweet
sweet jams (“keys to the city”) and neo-zelda themesongs (“patricia’s moving picture”) and schoolyard 4-square chants (“flashlight fight”) and funky guns-a-blazin’ grooves (“titanic vandalism”) and motivational speaking anthems (“doing it right”) and sim city background music (“my world”). basically this record is a requirement. also, basically it sounds exactly like what the cover looks like.

EDIT/// FUCK YOU websheriff. i hope no one buys this album and the go! team doesn’t gain any new fans.

anything associated with wolf parade is good and this is no exception.handsome furs‘ (featuring none other than dan boeckner of wolf parade) first record (plague park) is here and it is what you probably expect (good). basically, it takes dan’s weird, quivering wolf parade vocals and replaces the music with a sort of artsy panache somewhat evocative of tv on the radio. kind of sad, kind of muted, but still expressive(!), plague park stumbles around kind of like a drunken teenager in a small town and vomits sweetness. “handsome furs hate the city” is sort of like two moments in one: (1) at 4am when you are moderately drunk and walking around listening to music in a suburban town somewhere and no one is awake and you start wondering if they are all dead because they might as well be dead, and (2) when you are driving through traffic at lunchtime and the cars are barely moving and even though there are hundreds or thousands of people around it kind of seems like there are none and that everything is just a vaguely sculpted pseudo-reality of humanity and culture and you start to wonder wtf everything is really about anyway.

with so many deliberately vicious, vitriolic reminders of the mundanity of our lives, this album’s cunning melodies will ttly stop your heart in a way that you thought was only possible with booze. really, this record is about as close as you’ll get to being sad and walking around town late at night drinking a 40 without actually doing it.

the new film school album, hideout, is pretty much incredible. the album basically drones on in a my bloody valentine meets stereolab meets uncut meets catherine wheel sort of way and pretty much takes off like a hazy birdie on a speedball of ketamine and doom. “sick hipster nursed by suicide girl” is probably one of the greatest names for a song ever, and it is also the best song on the album (which is awesome). this record is for rainy days and moody dreams and being lost in forests with nothing on your mind but the love you don’t ever want to feel again or the waterfall fast approaching.

sersly wtf, this song came on earlier today (yes it’s yellowcard. deal.) and i was like whoa omg this is so creepy and so incredibly sad :’( then i listened to it like, 8 times in a row.

ok this album ttly rulez omfg everyone get it now

natasha thirsk (left) is hott and an awesome singer/musicianfor some reason or another, some bands/singers/babez do not get the attention they deserve (even in the selfishly obscured indie prick circles). i am going to try to correct that every now and then.

natasha thirsk
not only is natasha a super hott canadian babe but she is also the singer of two incredibly underrated bands (both of which she lends her deliciously sexy voice to). thirsk’s first band, the dirtmitts, has released just two albums: 2001’s the dirtmitts (from which came the omfgically brilliant “fix & destroy”), and 2002’s slightly more introspective get on (see the stunning melodic energy of “bank card” or the artsy minimalism of “get the minus gone”). her most recent project is catlow, which takes some of the dirtmitts’ mild abstractions and adds some neo-discotheque moodswings and soundscapes to create a vibe as unpredictable as it is succulent. <3

track a tiger’s new album we

moved like ghosts is rather delicious and filled with melodic little tidbits somewhat reminiscent of the genius, kaleidoscopic anthems of vintage yo la tengo. IT IS a somewhat drizzly affair, but not drizzly like a cold urban wasteland, more like a lush meadow with flowering orchids. possibly it might remind you of your friend recently dying — EVEN if none of your friends have recently died. a lot of the songs are very :’( especially “not far from this anger” and “all these accidents”, which make me want to run around in the rain and spin in circles as the raindrops splatter my face and slick my hair back and worms are coming out of the ground and probably dying as people step on them.

the new stars record (in our bedroom after the war) has leaked, and it is (sort of, i can’t decide) excellent. “the night starts here” is a particularly awesome musical soundscape that sounds kind of like a flowery wasteland of rolling meadows and military corpses and landmines of love. kind of, though, this album is a little more relaxed and coffee-housey than anything they have released before. but other parts are ttly not really coffee-housey at all. “bitches in tokyo” is a rad, upbeat saddy jam that kinda makes me want to sit outside in the rain on a warm afternoon. and “window bird” is kind of blonde redheadish, sort of. warning: listen to the album at least three or four times before you make up your mind.

basically no other acoustic musician can hold a candle to the brilliance of sexton blake. his album plays the hits is loaded with

80s covers done all acoustic style and omfg they are SOGOOD. seriously straight up double style OMFG @ milli vanilli’s “girl you know it’s true”. for realz though, this whole album is like sufjan, sam beam, sean lennon, elliott smith and sebadoh all rolled up into one FUCKING AWESOME TASTING CAKE THAT HAS A FEW CANDLES ON IT AND YOU ARE BLOWING THEM OUT AFTER YOU JUST GOT BACK FROM ROLLERSKATING AT YOUR BIRTHDAY PARTY AND NOW FOR SOME REASON YOUR BIRTHDAY IS NOW TURNING INTO A MONTAGE. are you kidding me with that cover??? so awesome.