Ladies and gentlemen, I humbly present the Monks, a garage era band that has more in common with !!!, Tussle or Holy F*ck than any of their temporal contemporaries. Be prepared for sixties rock and roll gripped by zombie rhythms, torn away from any notion of pop, and carried away into joyous cult noise. Then watch the video.
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Tuesday, April 24, 2007
It's ok to be suspicious when the hot new remix/dance act rents out the London Boys Choir. It's also ok to be pleasantly surprised when the results are so good. Justice has a new album out in July, and it includes seven unreleased songs. Let's hope more of them are like this.
And in the battle of plot-less graphic designer music videos, I think So-Me's colorful t-shirt treatment just beats out Geoff McFetridge's hand-drawn work for Whitest Boy Alive.
Discogs labels this record as "abstract electro downtempo noise." It's also a beautiful way to spend seven minutes. Chords and melodies drift in and out then replace each other, drones build up then fall away, and little drums machines patter along. This song has that particular mix of drive and atmosphere you get from sitting in a big dark theater and watching some forgotten film from the nineteen seventies. It reminds me of a sleepless millionaire staring out of his spotless modern windows and watching waves crash at four in the morning, alone and a little drunk.
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Tuesday, April 17, 2007
lil mama-lip gloss
Wholesome teenage rap optimism. Drums and claps that knock. Choreographed acrobatics, visually and verbally. High School Musical and your fond memories of Fresh Prince. This may be corny, but I am with it!
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