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Some workday ambiance for your Monday afternoon.
As sure as the sun comes up every morning, Tim Presley has released another album full of 60’s-influenced psych music. For the Recently Found Innocent was produced by Ty Segall, but any worries that Presley would abandon some of his jangle in favor of his frequent collaborator’s snarl seem to have been unfounded.
Still upset about Be Your Own Pet calling it quits a few years ago? This might be the remedy you need.
I’ve seen Merchandise play live twice, once in a dingy club where they blew tourmates Milk Music off the stage and would’ve stolen the entire show if it weren’t for those pesky noiseniks in Destruction Unit, and again when I randomly stumbled into them playing around noontime in a Barcelona city park. As demonstrated in the video above, the band seem to spend their upcoming album splitting the difference between those two performances, one part sunshine and one part grey, as they follow their muse down a Cure-esque rabbit hole. After the End is out August 25th on 4AD.
I’ve played “Boiling Point” off The Soundcarriers’ new album Entropicalia on the last two radio shows, but this is the song that gets the most spins at home. It’s a bit long, so if you ever hear it on WRCT, it’s probably because I either ran out of other stuff to play or I really have to pee and need a track to kill time.

Sometimes I have to dig deep into my memory for a song of the day. Other times, one great artist covers another, and I get to hit copy and paste and call it a day. This is part of the upcoming reissue of The Unicorn’s seminal (for me, at least) Who Will Cut Our Hair When We’re Gone?, a pretty obvious cash-grab if there ever was one. But The Unicorns were doing this weirdo blog pop business before blogs even existed, so they’re as deserving of a payday as anybody

Titus Andronicus’ The Monitor got a good amount of rotation when it came out a few years ago, but “The Battle of Hampton Roads” came up on shuffle today and goddamn if it didn’t strike a chord. Pour yourself a shot of bourbon on the rocks, relax, and take in the entirety of this epic song.