Music

Here’s one I can’t play on the radio show. This is off the free album Death Grips dropped out of nowhere about a month ago, which is apparently part of an even bigger project. If those female vocals sound familiar, it’s probably because they chopped up a ton of Bjork samples and put them in every single track on the LP.

Heady psych jam from these krauty Pittsburghers. Ex-Modey Lemon. Hang around until about halfway through, when the groove really kicks in.

Guided by Voices is that band that I should, by all accounts, love.  I recognize why they are widely liked but I typically can’t get too deeply into them.  This album, I think, for the Guided by Voices fan will continue to resonate.  It reminds me a bit of social distortion, not in sound, but in how it falls within a genre entirely, but also barely.  And so that’s where this review is coming from since Guided by Voices’ general motif is well known.  

On Cool Planet, GBV sometimes hits gold and sometimes falls into an area of the uninspired.  Nothing on this album is bad. Some songs aren’t great, but depending on what you like most in your vocal guidance (dad joke!), there is plenty here to love.  The label recommends tracks 12, 10, 5 and 3. Those aren’t my favorites (except maybe 5) but they might have broad appeal due to pop structures.    Fortunately, GBV is good enough at what they do and they bring a broad range of it on Cool Planet.  Overall, this is what makes this a good album.  That and the fact that nothing on this album is too long.
Males of Wormwood Mars is probably my favorite track.

Kind of crazy to think that this band would eventually mature into an outfit patient enough to write a song like “So Now You Know”. They still might dedicate a little too much time to their haircuts, but The Horrors’ upcoming LP Luminous is absolutely great.

Naomi Yang, of Galaxie 500 fame, directs the slow-focused, introverted visuals that perfectly accompany Marissa Nadler’s “Drive”, off of her recently released July LP.
Heady, slow-burning psych from The Cult of Dom Keller. I know next to nothing about the band, except I’ve been constantly returning to their bandcamp page all week. The title track to their newest LP grows and morphs over the course of its length, before finally erupting into an absolute monster.