“Every weekend in nature” edition, brought to you by weekdays working from home. Tracklist and visuals after the break.Continue Reading
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Celebrating this leap year by posting February’s mix at the last possible minute on 2/29. Tracklist and visuals after the jump.Continue Reading
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Another release that got lost in the shuffle the past few months. Anybody who’s followed the blog or the radio show knows about my affinity for all things Deerhunter-adjacent. So even though Frankie Broyles only served a short stint in their post Monomania touring lineup, my interest was piqued when I heard he had resurfaced in Omni. Not that the band needs to get by on Cox and Co. namedropping alone: Broyles himself banked plenty of goodwill with his previous solo work and a very underrated Balkans album that came out in 2011 and Omni’s other two members, Philip Frobos and Billy Mitchell, had no issues ripping shit up together in Carnivores. If anything, Omni is a succinct reminder of just how deep Atlanta’s scene runs right now.
So the music itself? Well, there’s no way that the song posted above is named “Wire” by mere coincidence alone. In fact, all of Deluxe, the band’s debut, calls back to a time decades ago when England was trying to nail down just exactly what the term “post punk” meant, exactly. Everything from the tinny production to the sinewy guitar leads to the shapeshifting rhythm section set the mood perfectly. If “Wire” gets you moving, you’ll probably enjoy the rest of Deluxe just as much.
In case you missed it, Allo Darlin’ threw in the towel earlier this year in just about the most drama free breakup one could ask for. “Hymn on the 45” serves as just about the most appropriate swan song the band could leave on. Just like the rest of their output, it skirts emotion and longing in a nuanced and, dare I say, mature way that betrays genre signifiers like “twee” and “indie-pop”. Listen above for their triumphant coda, and don’t forget to revisit everything else the Darlins have graced us with over the years.