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Heartland Feelings
What can be said that hasn’t already been said? “Verily there is nothing new under the sun”, wrote Melville in 1855. And so it is. But in the absence of new things, we recreate the old ones. The maps have all been filled, but that hasn’t stopped us from exploring. The same can be said of The Young’s latest release, “Dub Egg”, out today on Matador Records. Reminiscent of Crazy Horse era Neil Young, the (indeed young) Austin, TX quartet injects a heavy dose of Americana into their already ragged sound. Over the past ten years, a wide range of avenues have been explored in search of a “new thing.” “Yawn”, I say. Ironically, all of them have been done before. It’s a simple mathematical fact that there are only so many notes and combinations of notes that can be weaved into song. New melodies inescapably evoke the old ones. The Young are no exception, but as I’ve argued before, it’s less about the notes and more about the “feeling” behind them. It’s the snarling distortion, swarming reverb, and sparsely accented pedal steel mingled with the rasp of frontman Hans Zimmerman’s vocals that bring to mind wide open spaces, complete with dust devils and cacti. Dub Egg’s opener, “Livin’ Free” is a full-throttle run-thru of heartland aesthetics, while there are times throughout “NUMB”, an anthemic, alt-country B-side viber, that I’m looking for another log to throw on the campfire I’m not allowed to have in my living room. Until I kill my landlord, a flannel shirt will have to suffice...
And remember, denim is always underrated from the waist up.
HVD
Fascinating.
Chop Chop
You've probably heard Devil's Work already by Miike Snow. Now check out "Paddling Out" and prepare yourself for his full-length Happy To You coming out in March.
Quote: Though this song is like a freight train of awesome
I LOVE JANA HUNTER I LOVE LOWER DENS. I love this song. It chugs along and gets better with every listen.
Go HERE and click to download.
Seeing dubble
As per usual I am more than a year behind on cool new happenings. Awesome-band Gayngs did a cover of Godley and Creme's "Cry." A cover of the song AND the video. Check. It. Out.
The Words That Maketh Murder
Somewhere along the line, someone (THANK YOU, WHOEVER YOU ARE) recommended that I check out PJ Harvey. I'm going to take a second to set a precedent: A big part of music blogging is just passing on information you've already heard; information that's already readily available but that you feel deserves an extra boost of hype. Everyone, Gangster Legs included, is guilty of reposting something they've gleaned from major sources, ie. Pitchfork or Gorilla Vs. Bear. But it's important to consider that this is how just about everything gets passed on. We, the bottom feeding scum of the music world, don't have Isaac Brock's email address in our Gmail rolodexes (thank God!). Whatever the means of transmission may be, whether it's by word of mouth, the internet, or telephone, information starts with a primary source, which then gets passed on to numerous secondary sources. You didn't actually read Beowulf for that high school English class, did you? (Aside: You should have! Seamus Heaney's translation of it is EPIC!) No, you Wikipedia'd that shit. That's how music blogging works too. It's a big game of Telephone. HOWEVER... I ignored all those articles and reviews about PJ Harvey this year. Here's what I know about her off the top of my head. 1. She's British 2. Because she's British, she probably has bad teeth and smells like onions. 3. Because she probably has bad teeth and because onions are fucking delicious, she's got an incredibly unique sounding (and smelling?) voice. 4. She's got traditional rock instrumentation on LOCKDOWN. 4/4 beats, clean, reverb laden guitars, horns, harmonies, even an autoharp. 5. She's not this week's hottest electro sensation. That being said, "Let England Shake" is one of the best albums I've heard in a really long time. I'll cease with the embellishment and let you make up your own mind.
Rave on, Kid Rodeo, rave on...
Grimes est CLEAN!
New musical crush! It's hard not to imagine Grimes as a porcelain doll. Her voice is like glass, and her synths are equally chilly. I mean that in the nicest way. Come to think of it, maybe she's not a doll. Maybe shes a magical snowflake with vocal chords and opposable thumbs. Either way, her tunes are catchy as hell. Her new album (she's released alot of material, but considers this her "debut"), "Visions", is out in March. Till then, kids...
Brrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!
No One Likes "Best Of" Lists
It's that time of year where "Best of" lists have already come and gone. You know you love them, and most likely are interested in reading another one. So here we go.
Best Albums of 2011 (In No Particular Order)
*araabMUZIK - Electronic Dream - watch THIS to understand
*Washed Out - Within and Without
*Jurgen Muller - Science of the Sea
*Com Truise - Cyanide Sisters EP
*Cults - Cults
*Real Estate - Days
*Sepalcure - Sepalcure
Honorable Mention of 2011 (In No Particular Order)
*Siriusmo - Mozaik
*Clams Casino - Instrumentals
*Mogwai - Hardcore Will Never Die, But You Will
Albums That Disappoint Most In 2011
Suck #3) Fleet Foxes - Helplessness Blues: Absolutely horrible follow up album. Really horrible.
Suck #2) Blackbird Blackbird - Halo LP: To make the best chillwave album of 2010 Summer Heart and then follow it up with something this bad really sucks.
Suck #1) Justice - Audio, Visual, Disco: Sucked. Sucked. Sucked. Sucked. Sucked. Sucked. Sucked. Sucked. Wow! That Sucked.
I would normally put in more effort to explain each album, but I am too drunk. Merry Christmas!
Cold Sizzle
Beck remixes Feist. How Come You Never Go There (Beck Remix) by Feist
On the road again...
"Everyone goes home in October." So wrote Kerouac, ruminating on his travels criss-crossing the post war American landscape. But guess what? It's November. Actually, it's almost December, for Christ's sake. I came home in October, and you know what? It's fucking boring. I'm ready for the open road again. Who cares that it's going to be freezing cold, with snow blanketing the ground, breath freezing as it leaves your mouth, crystalizing at your lips in the chilly winter air. I've never had an adventure that was comfortable. In truth, adventure is nothing more than a romantic retrospective of one's suffering. Now before I scare you off with my masochistic philosophical ranting, let me get to my point. Music can be an adventure, too. Unfortunately, it isn't always; everyone has different tastes, but I believe that a good song is partially defined by its ability to surprise you, to get you out of your comfort zone and push you into new sonic territory. I share this with you because it happened to me like 10 minutes ago...I was pushed. Spectre Folk is harsh, lo-fi, and nostalgia-invoking . Their singer may be nothing special, and their chord progressions have all been done, but then again that can be said about everyone. They don't shred quite so much as they evoke. Fuck it, I'm rambling and I'd rather be rocking out than typing and editing this shit. Crank your volume and listen to the damned song already.
My mom hates my mohawk.
For You
dreamage by Emily Diamond on Grooveshark
Bleed Red White and Blued
The U.S. Girls sound a bit like Siouxsie and the Banshees on a warm vacation in a dark cave. In other words, they're all that and a slice of Vinnie's vegan pizza. Meghan Remy is U.S. Girls and the song I am featuring is from her third full-length release U.S. Girls on Kraak. Listen to The Island Song
What happened to Rock N' Roll? Let me tell you...
For the past couple of weeks I've been in a bit of a musical slump. I began asking bleak questions, like "Am I doomed to be an aural malcontent?" and "Is this what we've come to? Dubstep?" (Wub wub wub, wub wub wub). NO, I say! Never!! Rock n' roll will never die, and neither will I!!! Widowspeak will carry the torch, channeling Mazzy Star (who finally reunited!), The Concretes, even a little Dum Dum Girls. So when the smokey haze of burned turkeys finally clears, turn up the volume and shake that fucking tush. At least that's what I'll be doing.
Happy Thanksgiving, you rebel scum.
Thanks for Living
I am going to be dancing to this all week long. Goes without saying, this is best played LOUDLY.
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Get schooled.
One of the best songs ever written is Goodbye Horses by Q Lazarus. This is an indisputable fact, similar to the truth that kittens are cute and six-packs of tall boy cans are a better deal. Now, while going through my files (I call them that) I found a cover of my favorite song that I have not yet stopped to listen to, which made me seek out some more covers. Are they as good as the original? Do any carry the cinematic and creepy weight of the original? No, but try to listen and take it each as a separate entity keeping in in mind that anyone who deems it worth their time to cover one of the best songs ever written must be awesome. Here I give you the Goodbye Horses original video followed by some crazed covers. Let's be real. They all kind of suck compared to the original. But blogs are about getting culture up in their readers and Gangster Legs is no different in this regard.
Kele (of Bloc Party fame)
Flight
Fat Phaze (Daclan Remix) Harlem (one of my favorite bands) The Harvey Girls
Brain RAPE Massage
Where do I find myself in 20 years. A new life as a lesbian supermodel. No one can defeat me. I am a rape victim of justice. I need to find a load of nickels I left in my back pocket. Sometimes life defeats me but then I watch television.
Commonality is the store I often miss during my shapeshifting loads of crap. I sometimes find reality is where I left the last vestige of my mind. Weirdly, god lives in a milkshake. His voicemail is always full.
It's to time to set the record straight. I realized this last night. Trees are usually faster than this.
When you get down on yourself, sing a song about taking a right on red. Whatever happened to line dancing on a personal mirror? I find I am quite inflexible like an orange. I am so fat. Time to talk to my urologist.
My time is up. I forgot to brush my teeth.