Mixtape 196 :: Bite My Tongue
When I hear the sounds of Islands, I am reminded of sparkling diamonds and shattered glass.
When I hear the sounds of Islands, I am reminded of sparkling diamonds and shattered glass.
Andrew Bird always manages to fulfill that craving for pizzicato minimalism.
Music all about your special someone and / or a newborn human.
This Buck Meek character is difficult to pin down, simultaneously rural and urbane.
Something about Margaret Glaspy’s voice makes me want to hang out and listen to her laugh.
I meant to write the notes for this show sooner than a month after the fact, but travel plans got in the way and here I am struggling for an intro. I can tell you that hearing Sparklehorse take on Robyn Hitchcock and the Egyptians’ “Listening to the Higsons” for the first time, mere weeks ago, felt like someone became obsessed with the same cassette as I did thirty years ago, but actually got around to letting the hen out.
There are many bands that go by W.I.T.C.H. but this is the only one where it stands for “we intend to cause havoc.”
The lasting appeal of PJ Harvey’s staredown is undeniable.
In the last few years, John Lydon, once known to the world as Johnny Rotten, has been in the news for a variety of reasons, none of them related to his music, most of them leading to unfortunate public judgements. His band’s new album makes their name Public Image Ltd a handy reminder, as it serves up a take on society more in tune with their past work than the expected yelling-at-clouds. Elsewhere! To the listeners voicing strong opinions about the adorably shrill kids’ story that ran at the top of The Final Hour — your comments were passed on to Management and that short chunk of audio root canal is gone. Well done!
The music Clark makes is suitable for rage cleaning and nighttime neon drives.