I occasionally catch myself retreating to the comforts and nostalgia of the familiar, which is why I tend to second-guess posting cover songs on here. Furman’s cover of LCD Soundsystem’s “I Can Change” is a keeper, though, stripping away the kitchen-sink electronics and production and widdling everything down to just an acoustic guitar and the original’s gut-punching lyrics.
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I know Toronto is supposed to be the NYC of Canada, so maybe I shouldn’t be surprised to hear New Fries’ dancefloor-ready no-wave thumper “Plexiglass”.
Hey! I’m back on a normal schedule, so hopefully that means back to regularly scheduled blog posts. Let’s start with the live take on “Ha Ha Ha” by The Julie Ruin. And if you like this, make sure you tune into the radio show tonight, 9PM til midnight, streaming at www.wrct.org.
What the hell is going on in Toronto that has everybody so loud and angsty? Dilly Dally seems to be the latest in a long line of very good, very raucous bands crossing over from north of the border.
Any excuse to keep posting this lovely song off of On Your Own Love Again is a good one.
Real talk: I’m scheduling pretty much the entirety of my August SOTD’s in advance since I’ll be on the road most of the month, and I’m about zonked out on describing music. If I’m putting it up here, then I like it. Good? Good. This one will appeal to fans of the Black Lips and Parquet Courts and the like.
There was a week or two earlier this year where Woodsman’s S/T album was about the only thing I listened to, so it’s no surprise that I love this unreleased track that was recorded in those same sessions.
Here’s a good juxtaposition with yesterday’s Gun Outfit post: FIDLAR seem to know exactly what type of band they want to be, and so take the express route to writing some loud, distorted pop punk tunes.
I’m having a hard time describing Gun Outfit. “Indie” certainly doesn’t do them justice, and “Dream All Over” is far too lively to call folk music. There’s an air of psychedelia to the proceedings, but not enough to classify it under the wide net of “psych rock”. It sort of reminds me of Widowspeak’s take on the slowburning type of 70’s guitar folk, overlayed with a haze of ever-present smog indicative of Gun Outfit’s home base in LA.
TLDR: It’s a good fucking song, and you should give it a listen.