Our sexuality, even in this day and age, is somethat on the private side. Why would we choose to share it with any one? Why should rock stars? I don’t know but they do and then they try to hide behind it: sexual peekaboo.
Miranda Lambert, whose parents run a home for battered women, almost had the courage of her twitters when she wrote: “Chris Brown twice? I don’t get it. He beat on a girl… Not cool that we act like that didn’t happen.”
The FBI advises us they have zero files on Joe Strummer. You gotta think they would, I mean, this was before Arabs were number one on the enermies of the State, surely a good socialist lad like Joe would be right up there?
Black wine play well together, they fit like pieces in a puzzle, playing an intense alt rock and playing it with intense singlemindedness. But i don’t know their material well and I think it isn’t something you can catch right away.
You don’t like crunk? Cmon, how don’t you like Crunk? It is easiliy the liveliest sound you’ll ever hear. LMFAO are WATERED DOWN CRUNK. This song is a monster, a heavy beats, shouting nasty piece of work with two choruses vying for supremacy
In April 2010, I wrote a wonderful post called “Apple Are Scumsucking Graverobbers about their practise of upping the price on MP3s by recently deceased rock stars. Nobody listened. But they’re listening now.
Shell has a husky voice at odds with what he is singing, and while he seems involved it is up to Shagg to get really excited about the proceedings. The songs are all the hits, more songs about the Ramones and birds if you will.
You’re The First, The Last, My Everything – Barry -White – Hey, it’s Valentine’s Day! I love that opening, those strings before he hits the verse are rushing downstairs to get to her and when they arrive their, it is Barry’s voice!
Everything except Bruno’s performance as the Ricky Martin of modern pop, everything about the Grammys I suffered through was duff. Not good enough.
Whenever a rock star brings out their Bible, bring out your bullshit detector. Unless there is a “Bibles For Dummies” available, my bet is that it has been a long while between Bible studies for Kelly
Part Of Me” is a terrible song as song goes. But as a ripped from her diary piece of vitroil it isn’t without its, well, not charms, amusements.. It so lacks in specifics, both musically and lyrically, it almost withstands meaning.
near the half way mark on the album, everything that surrounds it is so powerful, this throwback to a the lo For melodic Dylan got short shrift but as songs go it is really an excellent pop tune with an addictive bridge.
For half an hour, a set that went by so fast I was surprised it was over, For Science dug into their classic punk rock catalogs. A moshpit soon took hold, but the sound wasn’t hell bent on reforming as a hardcore band. The speed was fast but slowed when needed. The songs were executed with sharp, tacticle hits to our pleasure zone.
It is also true of music and the bands that make the music. By definition, pop music is disposable and despite our every attempt, it remains as disposable as ever. Most pop musicians are mediocore, average, and doomed to be as forgotten as I am.
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A friend of mine claimed she wasn’t gonna pay $100 to hear Aretha Franklin wander off the stage for an hour and sing for half an hour. Me? I would. And i have. But last time I saw her, our greatest living singer (give or take a George Jones) played 90 minutes straight and was magnificent
I have a new theory about why acts like McCartney are charting again. In the 1990s his fanbase were younger and more willing to experiment with other music and leave the McCartney’s alone. Now, they just want the same old same old. And God knows, this album is the same old same old
Wow, that’s a blah chart isn’t it. Lead by the terminaly blah (I know, I heard the album) Gotye. But hey, wait, Adele is missing!!!
An African singer who took the UK, followed it with the US and died in an air raid in 1941 at the age of 43. This dates from 1932 and with a minute i and a minute in, all instrumental, was written to be danced to.
You put on mask that make it hard to breath if you wear glasses and you wander through darkly lit mazes and pop in and out of rooms and spaces where you run into extremely fit looking athletic actors not wearing masks who, with minimal speech but lotsa balletic movements rush about from foom to room, often disappearing entirely (a bitch if you are trying to catch up with them.
The lead singer is a skinny bloke with a naff ‘tache and a naffer attiutude who seems ready to derail at any moment. Spitting out spiteful lyrics while the band sound like a deranged Disturbed, and their anger isn’t just for we commoners who deem to listen up, but, “all corporate leeches”
The classic early silent movie is given a new soundtrack by the French techno duo Air. Meant to be pplayed simulatenously with a viewing of movie, in context it must be a thing of intence beauty,. Spacey, weighless, It builds efforlessly to the 18 second “Homme Lune” (Moon Man). Without the movie it is like reading Flaubert’s “Madame Bovery” with 10th Grade French. You get the gist but get lost in the nuance. Grade: B
The wittiest named band of all time takes a shot at the Scottish National anthem, which sounds pretty good with bagpipes on the second time round, but the song istself is like a dirge set to a see-saw, with the words changing emphasize every go round. No wonder the English beat em in 1755.
This isn’t proto Ramones, it is pro. Sure the melodies would get better, and sure Jooey would thing better, but otherwise, they didn’t change a bit for the next quarter of a century. The leather coats and jeans, the lounging, roaring, tight as fuck, loud fast lRamones are rolling through your brain cells.
Sarah Fridrich, leader of the duo, sings off-kilter, piano based pop, that aims, or claims to, for a populism, but finds itself in a weird world of its own
Barry has cancelled his upcoming stint at Radio City due to illness. I don’t know what’s the matter with him though he has rescheduled the dates for the end of April, early May.
Their masterpiece. Starts like the Who, then changes into a books on tape with a great backing back, before Pink Eye ramrods it and at the very end, a high pitched woman joines in. 15 minutes later you go home better for the experience.
Clinton is the master of ceremonies on seriously funked up shit. But he needs some better players behind him. Will I be back next time he is in town? Sure. But just for the funk of it.
I am pleased to inform you the tunelessness of my singing skipped two generations, as my Great-niece, 10 year old Miriam, proves with her lovely version of the very same song that I once magically missed every note with
Epic in intent, and epic in execution, the song goes through moods and sounds, vocalists and guitar parts, pianos and drums and it moves and moves and moves sometimes hash hardcore, sometimes, wall of sound prog rock, sometimes twee pop
Springsteen has hired two sax players, one being Clemons’ nephew Jake Clemons and the other Southside Johhny’s sax player Eddie “Kingfish” Marion. by the way, if your nickname is “Kingfish” you kinda haftta be cool.
Clarkson was crappy at Jingle Ball last December, and ever since then I’ve cooled to her. I liked, not loved, “Stronger” when it was first released. Now it sounds like another chick whining.
If Lana moved a lousy 70,000 units, what did Tim move? Or, more to the point, Cohen? The truth is, the death of the recording business has one up tick, semi-popular artists like Cohen, seem more popular than they actually are
Listening to Fred Hammond the past couple of days got me thinking about the dearth of greats soul songs. The difference between Wonder and even an 80s wonder like Babyface, or a legend like Hammond, isn’t content or sound, it is tune. The tunes aren’t strong enough.
a lesson in raw power but also a lesson in the beatific nature of hardcore: the jaggedness of English Oi mixed with the speed and textures of the initial hardcore movement
The last time I saw James Taylor, he was sharing the stage at Madison Square Garden with his namesake Taylor Swift… this time he will have the stage to himself.
“This claim is entirely without merit and our client has not engaged in any wrongful conduct. Ericka Lee consented to the use of her voice”
an attempt to market an upscale light beer, was my favorite musical moment of the night. It was simplicity itself. Just the bottle being manfactured to the sound of Kanye West’s iconic (already iconic!) notes that open “Runaway” building to repeated cries of “Lookatcha”.
Me, Patrick Stickles, Liz Phair, Lilly Allen, and some kid crying in this video are all big fans of the Lady Del Rey!!
This gives new jazz a good name: it seems to circle smooth jazz but with a faster set up and a longer fade out, maybe as if she has been listening to Erykah Badu A lot. Ps That’s a good thing.
If Hammond had dumped the wrap around and parsed it to 12 songs, he would have one of the albums of the year. As it stands, at the very least try a handful of these songs.
one person’s purgatory is another person’s pleasure zone, but if your idea of pleasure is boredom you are certainly an aberration of the norm. Call it the Louis Armstrong school of rock and roll dynamics.
look at Paul McCartney’s latest trip down memory lane this way: if anybody else hoad recorded Kisses On The Bottom, if Seth McFarlane, whose own take on the Great American songbook isn’t that much worse than this, had recorded it, the world would be laughing itself sick.
Lessee, oooh look, “Roc Boys” -I love that song. and look at that double dose before the last song of the night, “Jigga What” and “Big Pimpin”… Not to cause trouble or anything, ain’t this an awful lot like his MTV Unplugged gig? Anyway, as Jay-Z continues to cement himself into the mainstream pop experience may I add a loud nolle prosequai, na poo, not me, no Sir, sod him?
the band mix up up punk with drone and come out on top song after song. They attack everything in sight while seeming to lay back on their heels and wait for the world to come to them.
Alyson writes about the upcoming madonna world tour. All well and good. But what she sadly, because she lives in Los Angeles, for her sins, failed to point out was that Madonna is playing Yankee Stadium September 6th, 2012.
Obviously, Doctor, you’ve never been a 13 year old girl”. I loved the novel, the movie not so much. It is the sort of story that lends itself to being imagined rather than seen. The Air soundtrack was terrific. Especially here with the very doctored voice of the male narrator, reading highlights from the book as Pink Floyd keyboards along with soaring chants playoff in the back ground.
Wilson has gone on record as saying this is a money making proposition. He has been bullied into it, and he couldn’t turn down the bucks. Really, this is the Beach Boys Cousins And Sworn Enemies tour.
“Greatest City” is written by Deeb Runlea, who also runs Shit Hawk Records. From a what I did last summer, to an interview with Milk Music, to a a very very strange part straight up and part completely nasty re-writing of a Seinfeld episode by one Larry Lawless, this is the real deal.
the Roval Mob are a hardcore bands hardcore band, and after sucker punching us with a prog rock intro they settle down into a first rate ramalamadingdong, leaning heavily on their great EP Hardcore For Hardcore , as well as some new songs. Pretty soon a vicious moshpit
