Springtime Carnivore’s (nee Greta Morgan) new self titled album has been getting a lot of play in my car the past few days, as I continue to try pretending that eternal summer is a real thing. “Sun Went Black” is a good example of why: Brill Building pop jams with just a tinge of folk and spaghetti western mixed in.
Mecca Normal has always been one of my favorite bands. Or at least since I first heard them circa 1990. And, being a lot of a tree hugger, and even a tree hugger hugger, songs like this appeal to me. But I post it now because of this account that Jean Smith posted. If Ian MacKaye someday has a favorite Stari Most song, my work will be done.
It’s the weekend and I’m ready to get weird. And by “get weird”, I mean “start posting my daily songs again”. If I was in the mood to get weird, though, this would be a good jam to do it to.
This mix tape, that Kurt Cobain made some many years ago, is pretty good. You can read about the details of it here. It’s definitely an acquired taste, but then what’s good and isn’t an acquired taste?
Why not back to back tracks from Merge.
Something that popped up in my feed and is plenty fun.
Some stray Lee Ranaldo.
I’ve been quiet, but this new release popped up in my e-mail. And it’s good.
Most of Lace Curtains’ new album A Signed Piece of Paper is quirky, unassuming indie pop, but “The Fly” is a whole different beast. Something about the guitar tone reminds me of Women, if they sanded down some of their sharper edges and made an art pop album instead of jagged post punk. Yes, I realize that description only makes sense in my own head. “Shakes his little feet and rubs his little hands. Slips you a CD of his nu-metal band” is a frontrunner for lyric of the year.
The best song on the best album by Ryan Adams gets the Superchunk treatment, and the results are unsurprisingly great. Shame I can’t play it on the show. Off of the While No One Was Looking: Toasting 20 Years of Bloodshot Records comp, out November 18th.