YTD recordings listened to: 453
Good music, not recommended for purchase: 263
Not good music: 154
Honorable Mentions: 13
Possibles: Chris McGregor, Alvin Youngblood Hart, Dave Arner Trio, Bill Horist, MAKU Soundsystem, Zomby, Retox, About Group, Jessie Mae Hemphill, Bone Dance, Defeater, Jonwayne, Okkyung Lee, The Ballantynes, Debruit, Slidhr, The Whammies, The Chewers, Alexander Hawkins, Toxic Holocaust, Equal Stones, Comeback Kid, Susie Iberra/Roberto Rodriguez, Lenguas Largas, The Coral, Spacesuits, T.O.M.B., Fofoulah, Lozen, Erase Errata, Mohammed Abozekry, Dawn Richard, Torche, Leo Welch, Astral Swans, Mastery, Leviathan, Xibalba, Hartley C. White, Weed, Cold Waters, Ellen Jewell, Akitsa
@@@ When: The Black Death (Ideologic Organ, 2015). A single tune up on the Beats from this full length record I saw on my heavy music weekly email. It opens up dark and pastoral and then segues into the sound of knives being sharpened and war toms being played. Ah, there’s the distorted horror movie laugh, the sound of fire and some fine tuba/horn melodies. I’m waiting on the sound of somebody digging a grave. Maybe they’re sharpening their knives to sit down and have big bowls of steamed kale? This tune is gonna be mad long and its epicness may not hold me close. It’s a movie soundtrack without a movie. Chains clanking, a sad string melody, and somebody sounding like they caught an e. coli burrito! This could work bonkers for all you stoners out there.
@@@ Galantis: Pharmacy (Big Beat Records, 2015). I love Swedish club pop the way I love Roundup sprayed on my corn and the way most people dig full body cavity searches. This is a full on celebration of the genre and it is a spectacular, shiny mess. Big boom titch, finger snaps (I fucking love finger snaps), big homo friendly female diva, and then that huge exploding club chorus preceded by the standard em snare roll and the tremendous synth blasts. It looks like the second tune is gonna be a ballad, because we’re thoughtful club kids, not just empty headed club X-ers. Oh wait, it’s a sad intro you can’t keep these kids from dancing. Fuck yeah, those terrorists can’t keep us from dancing to cheesy EDM. We won’t let ISIS fuck with our club night!!!
@@@ Montgomery County: Folks Like Us (Blaster, 2015). Also off the Beats Highlights page. I’ve been blogging a lot this week about the absolute beauty of new country music and all the beautiful chunks of weirdness that can be found on these records. Now when I see two Bubbas on the cover of a record called Folks Like Us (which implies they’re not like those folks over there) I expect a celebration of pickup trucks, drinking people, and good ol’ times. I’m going to try to find a cover to clip for the track accompanying this review because the Bubba on the left is wearing a hot, Chuck Norris type ominous hat/weapon. This first tune is called We Were Here, and frankly I have no fucking clue what it’s about. My understanding is that the Native Americans were here first — wait they wouldn’t be folks like us. The second tune is Highlights and it is one part hard rock and one part pop — it’s a few pubes of the Bon Jovi and a bunch of pubes of that wanker Garth Brooks. There’s nothing particularly toxic about the lyrics, it’s more just a cluster of nonsense sentiments — this tune, Small Town, is a paean to small town living. Oh, power chords, this is serious. Okay if you go to the middle of the video below you’ll get a peep at this dude’s hat, it’s awesomeness.