Aug 31, 2011

The Sidekicks - Weight of Air

A band with all the right stuff to carry the next generation's "awesome powerpop band" title. These guys do all the same things as Piebald, and you gotta be grateful for that, especially when "innovational" these days can mean hardcore/screamo bands using autotune. The first sentence of this review says it all. The second was me trying to come up with more filler. The third sentence was me trying to wrap things up. The fourth was when I realized I dug myself into a hole.


Aug 18, 2011

That Dog. - Totally Crushed Out!

What is the etiquette on blogging about records that have already been blogged about by other blogs. Someone should write a "Gentleman's Guide to Music Blogs," though I'm not sure how many of the people blogging about music are actually gentlemen. I imagine most of them as overweight men married with children who still wear Those Glasses even though they don't really complement fat-old-man face as well as skinny young college kid face.

But enough about our miserable futures. This is a great 90s girl group cut in the same vein as Juliana Hatfield or Elastica. There's a classy smattering of strings throughout the record (opener "Ms. Wrong," "She Doesn't Know How"), two sad acoustic songs that sound like Rivers Cuomo could've sung em and plopped em onto Pinkerton, and a bunch of rocking songs in between.

Hey, is it cicada season? What the fuck.


Aug 8, 2011

Brain Tumors - Tape

There. Check out that image. If I'm reading it correctly, it's telling you that pouring beer on a brain tumor fixes it. How can you not want to take that logic home and snuggle it till you jizz in your pajama pants.

Idunno. Good punk hardcore stuff from Minnesoda. Guitars are crunchy and gnarly. Sort of reminds me of The Dicks, a band you are sort of obligated to like even if you don't care for the tunes.

Anyway, it's a fast listen. Give it a whirl.