US Top 10 Albums, June 23rd, 2012
You know all those weeks on the charts? Adele still hasn’t gone Diamond. So what does that mean when the most popular album in years and years can’t move 10M units? It means album sales are dead.
You know all those weeks on the charts? Adele still hasn’t gone Diamond. So what does that mean when the most popular album in years and years can’t move 10M units? It means album sales are dead.
Swedish House Mafia come across all old school dance syle with a soaring synth that is like a tidal wave foaming up and spashing down. But the song is a little weak kneed and the mainman a bit disinvested – Grade: B+
After driving from Virginia through Tennessee…crossing the Mississippi over into Arkansas…then stand-still traffic for a solid 3 hours somewhere outside of Little Rock…turned into an outrageous traffic jam party complete with Tweed rolling and bubble blowing…finally we rolled into Waka somewhere around 1 am.
The song itself seems a bit repetitive – almost like it’s the same chorus repeated over and over again – yet if you listen to both the lyrics and the intricate layering of each instrumental sound, it all starts to make sense musically
When the music kicked off the first offering was “Problem with Authority”…a classic rock meets new wave ballad that had those in attendance rocking back and forth and hanging on Suzanne’s every last word.
Yup, a professional demolition crew has painstakingly dismantled the loo and its filthy contents as well as former owner Hilly Krystals desk and the cash register…how fun! Now these artifacts will play center stage in this oh so pathetic film
‘Certainly, indie rock is at its most banal right now. Nothing against Arcade Fire because they are an unbelievable band, but how many terrible bands that thrive on that sound are we going to have to put up with?”
No, he ain’t Babyface. But ask yourself this: who is? And while we are agreeing that he is not ready to claim the greatest living r&b songwriter crown from whoever owns it, also ask yourself this: who the hell owns it?
DJs are kind of a joke for me, they get all the glory and all the cheerleaders for spinning records, and if some can be creative, most of them are so overrated it’s not even funny!
Devo? Blondie? I mean seriously if you were a good length away and weren’t faced with the brutality of aging this could be the best 80s tour of all time.
the Cougar country didn’t thrill me and if we are going to have two Neil Young parodies, why wasn’t one of them with Bruce Springsteen on “Sexy And I know It”. Plus, they could have easily released all three history of rap with Justin Timberlake
From the retro bubblegum ska girl to the elegant woman (with abs of concrete) Stefani has become it is chronicled by the longevity of her band.
the company employs 35 students to browse forums, blogs and file hosting sites to find people pirating music. They are also supposed to track down students who use P2P networks and BitTorrents, and what caught ‘thieves’ will have to pay thousands of dollars per offense to record labels.
The Queers and Agent Orange aboard the cruise ship The Jewel for $25 bucks on August 18th. Neato huh? A punk rock show on a boat? That alone is news worthy.
His complaint is that we accused him of being a racist off the back of an interview which he gave to the magazine. He believes the article was edited in such a way that made him seem reactionary.
If ever a band was too cool for their own good, this is that.The Toronto eletcronic rock band have been knocking around for over a decade and getting a hit here and there. I hope this terrific slow burn that starts Goth and then detours to atmospheric dance, is one of them – Grade: B+
This latest tune with vocal addition from K.T Tunstall, is a goose bump making masterpiece whose dark grey sound is intoxicating. The simplistic guitar accompaniment is ear perfection.
the Misfits mad man ‘ran to the side of the stage pointing and screaming before approaching security and then proceeded to run all the way past the side stage, almost into the crowd to walk among us’
hits me as to just how deep and wide the album is… I think the term is a Costello type album: it sprawls as both indie rock, hip hop, singersongwriter
From Manchester’s “Electric Circus” to “CBGB;’s” , great clubs spearheaded great movements in a Tolstoy like mix of history, a meme that caught fire with almost no pre-condition. It just happens because it just happens and it grabs people, all of us, and steamrolls history, the past
The not so shabby band City and Color took on the classic “You Are Like a Hurricane” and took the nasal twangy 70s classic and made it…better.
It starts terrific, “Every Single Night” -which I hated as a single and love as a leadoff song and “Daredevil” which is pretty excellent getting fucked in the middle of the night song, and then gets weirder.
Should Morello thank him for the compliment? Ventura may share some ideas with the left, but he is also running this Conspiracy Theory wacky show, which pretends for example that 911 was a cover up by the government,… what kind of political credibility does he exactly have?
Behemoth are pretty ferocious, Killing Joke got best album so that’s all good, Helen will be happy about Avenged Sevenfold. So I guess things change so slowly it ain’t that difficult to keep track. Plus? Hot chicks at the awards ceremony!
Lead singer Joe Cardarone has the attitude of a Jim Morrison nearing the seven minute mark of “The End” and the rest of the band play Nine Inch Nails, heavy industrial metal, but they have problems despite their fearlessness on stage
From the opening scattershot explosions to the thunderous cracker barrel conclusion, this is 35 minutes of the real thing that three minutes you against the door with some mighty fine punk pop classics
Tix have been changing hands for thousands of pounds back in the UK and now I come to think of it: somebody asked me if there was any band around I hadn’t seen that wanted to and I said, no, I’ve seen em all. But that isn’t true. i’ve never seen the Stone Roses and admire them tremendously.
given Presley’s state of mind while he was filming it, the concept of following a zombiefied Presley around for eternity while he lacklustly pursues love and success on his own terms, is actually kinda scary.
Not unfunny but a little too typical Fallon has big star sing a silly song (even though, why would a guy be ashamed on getting laid?). Still the “got another guys pants on is funny enough – Grade: B
I am not a Lana hater, I loved “Video Games” and I thought she was OK on SNL and I thought the album was really fabulous, But taking center stage on a flower strewn stage, to backing tapes, she performed a deadly ten song set culled from the album and without a surprise in sight, despite pretty good vocals, was skin crawlingly dire.
Recently, there was a void and a new haircut, which made One Direction’s American success possible. It’s the same story for anything else, natural selection is pretty harsh for bands, and the competition is ferocious. They have to come at the right time, with the right song and the right outfit to find their US niche
From ’89 on I’ve had people tell me who I am. And they pick my personality as if it’s a one or two-dimensional thing, and I’m more like a tetrahedron. I can’t think of any people outside of Weird Al Yankovic who have both embraced and pissed on Rock more than I have.
This upcoming October between the 11th and 13th is the 7th annual Harvest Music Festival, again back at the wonderfully splendid Mulberry Mountain in the Ozarks. Not only does the fall weather and surrounding scenery make for an epic trip with a guaranteed connection into nature, but the lineup compliments the atmosphere almost too perfectly.
When Usher dines out- he asks for a cup of boiling water…why? To drop in the cutlery! See he isn’t a germaphobe but cant stand the thought of dirty forks and will usually request new silverware.
As musically wonderful it is, there’s no way you can sit still and appreciate the instruments because you’re too busy jumping around and dancing and smiling.
A brilliant bassy bellow of a voice, tailor made for soul and from an Earth moving “Someday We’ll be Together” through a handful of astounding and big ballads that make a mockery of the limitations of a two person band, Jahn sang his heart out and was barely more than puddle of sweat by the time he got to a brutal blues number “The Miner Song”
The 53 year-old singer, while performing in Istanbul, began a sort of strip-tease during the song ‘Human Nature’ and pulled down her bra, showing her right whole nipple. And it was not a wardrobe malfunction if you see what I mean.
Some stupid people have been attacking her saying she is spoiled for offering such a large amount of money for a cat or that she is doing it for attention, to what she cleverly replied; ‘What most ppl don’t understand is that i would offer up my home 2 see my cat returned safely& if i wanted attention I would make a sex tape’
How could he not partake? He is as British as Big Ben and well if I were running this show I would have the ‘legends’ open the ceremonies and the newer bands close it. Why? Cuz it shows hope for the future- Paul is the ghost of rock and roll past.
She has recently been interviewed by Oprah and seriously if she can survive that shes all set for life. Oprah is a false faced media hog who really makes me skin crawl with her ‘generosity’ and empathetic bull crap-
It took em long long enough, but Sheeran’s debut album is finally released Stateside so we can all flip on “Lego House”. Meanwhile, another Whitney song released and we can find out if Albarn (who hasn’t been on much of a roll lately) has destroyed Womack.
Ocean proves himself not in the bigger moments, but in this perfectly formed modern soul also ran, with a flipped out auto tuned middle, and treated keyboard backing track. Ocean doesn’t have the voive he needs but he has the one he has, and here he uses a good simile and a fine melody, clever beat and strong backing for a minor but pleasurable song – Grade: B+
We need those security guards to push us of the ledges and throw the freaks out the side doors. WE NEED THE SITE LINE OF THE SOUND BOARD AREA!!
Stumblebunny were a hard hitting relation of the UK’s pub rock and scuzz rock and metal riffing. Fast, clear, devastating and lead by Chris’ still discernable Iggyish good luck though the secret is probably David Whites scattershot and deadly guitar solos. They are fast and fluid moments of ferocity in a fast and furious show which, despite these cats being in their 50s, maybe 60s, showed no rust, no age, and oodles of charm.
Just between these three-ish acts, Lettuce, Soulive, and Break Science all reppin The Royal Family, and all integrated into each others acts, it really is a big old musically inclined family; a family that stood out more than any at day two of Wakarusa.
Their bumpy music had drawn a large crowd at Origami Vinyl, and the trio was quite loud as their songs had often a moment when their unusual and shaky collages were wakened up by Della Peruti’s shrill guitar,… it was a strange marriage but it worked as some people had started dancing in the store, moving along Della Peruti’s distant vocals with an almost incantational nature
Ok, we survived the ‘album art’ announcement the ridiculous ‘track listing’ announcement the ‘studio video outtake’ announcement, and the fake ass ‘leak’…but no, no that wasn’t good enough
It is always weird and awesome to be among such a crowd of artists and art-music lovers, as I feel like a foreigner in another land, asking myself what do I know about post moral retardist? And in what subculture have I landed? But at the same time, I always feel at home surrounded by so much inventive quirkiness and mysterious unconventionality.
See, Bryces voice has little definition- he literally sounds like every other white male American. It is the facial expressions and movement that turn this song from talent show goo to an actually interesting song.
So now that all these 40+ year old metal guys have hit their midlife (cuz in their business 45 is middle age) they all think they have ‘it’. Here is a whining dream world video in which the heartfelt lyrics of idiocy are belted out in a tired pathetic manner.