@@@ Fuck the Facts: Desire Will Rot (Self-released, 2015). This record and the one above are both off the CFUV weekly playlist email which just popped out over the intertoobz this evening. I’m feeling this first tune Everywhere Yet Nowhere, a piquant thrash/hardcore mash. Tasty drummer, gruff AM radio bass, and plenty of interesting guitar work as the tune spills and vomits itself forward. Wasn’t that movie? Vomit it Forward. The singer is working both sides of it — part irate wailer, part caveman whoopster. Oh shit, we may have a contender as this second tune is coming out of the gates molten and jerky jerky. Let me peep one more track for quality control. Ah, the third tune is called the Path of Most Resistance and it comes out swaggering, then jackboot splattering kachunking guitar (no that’s not Chinese food) and then solidifying into a big kick drum/guitar grind. Sweet sweet, as Kanye West would say Imma gonna have to swing back on this. And though this is the last record I peeped today I have to bump it up to the top as it is the best of what I heard today.
@@@ Beirut: No No No (4AD, 2015). An indie/world mash I got to as this record is getting press all over the intertoobz and it’s a featured record on the Beats highlights page. The first tune is an upbeat piano-hand clap-hand drum hybrid. This e sound like hand made hand claps, by the by. I’m not super feeling the singer’s voice — arty and low energy on this first tune. Let’s skip ahead. The second track, the title track of the record, opens with a snare shuffle, a simple electric organ vamp, and more of that singing I’m not feeling. I guess if he’s on the next track then I’m probably not going to like the record. And there he is, a boring version of Morrissey. Ah well, I peeped it.
@@@ SoMo: My Life II (Universal, 2015). What do you call a Homo from Soho? SoMo! Ah, this is that epic pop-tronica I just adore. Imagine yourself on the brow of a ship sailing on an ocean of cheese, cheese splashing up in waves in a fine mist getting all over you. The second tune, Bad Chick takes a bit of a turn into clubland with some rhyme spitting, West Coast flavored hip hop beats and a few vocal glitch pubes. I’m going to check out one more tune — slick slick production, club skitter and a more singing/rhyming. I believe this aspires to be upscale club music by bringing in the ridiculous production wizardry. I don’t find the singer’s voice to be working well with the arrangements.
@@@ Babysitter: Babysitter (Psychic Handshake, 2015). A real turn of genre here as we sing from the super manicured sound of SoMoo! to the drunken bamboo stylings of this record. The guitar is dirty like the floor of a frat house on Sunday morning and the rhythm section is a couple dudes off the street. Bowling people, set ’em up and knock ’em down. The second tune is more of a soggy indie spasm — simple bass, straight rehearsal space drum beats and the same dude with his ways. Oh, they’ve got themselves worked up into a sweat and then back into the verse. Hey at least you get a shaker. One more tune, Hippy n the city. More old school guitar indie slackness. I know this genre is huge out there, folks lap it up with a spoon but I don’t see how you manage to make it through these records never mind enjoy them.
YTD recordings listened to: 734
Good music, not recommended for purchase: 421
Not good music: 255
Honorable Mentions: 20
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