Wow. Wow wow wow. This is some absolutely wonderful jammy psych that wraps around the listener like a warm blanket. Perfect autumn listening. The Silver Globe is out now on Finders Keepers Records.
So, this caught my attention. First off, it sounds like a good song, or at least something I would like if you check out the 7 Inches blog review. But, the highlight is probably simply that this vinyl record with a song about getting your hair wet with pee, is literally soaked in piss and printed with embedded human hair. You can order it here, because you know you want to.
In my head, Ought exist in an alternate universe where an adolescent Jarvis Cocker started a pop-punk band in high school, then spent an entire summer in exile getting real deep into the Pavement discography. “New Calm, Pt. 2” is on the group’s forthcoming Once More With Feeling… EP, due out tomorrow.
Never heard of this Chicago band before this tweet, but I like this tune. And I love cat mugs.
This song is much more enjoyable once the listener is in on the joke. Taken from the band’s 1995 album The Pastoral-Not Rustic-World of Their Greatest Hits, which was not actually a greatest hits album, but rather their debut.
This is a pretty great video from Broken Water. NPR has a nice write up on the emphasis of repetitive tasks.
You’ve all already picked up the new surprise Panda Bear EP, right? It includes the “Mr Noah” single (which will also be on Panda Bear Meets the Grim Reaper, out early next year) and three b-sides from the Grim Reaper sessions.
One of those voices that makes me stop what i’m doing and listen. One of the great ladies from The Be Good Tanyas.
I recently picked up a new split 7″ with Ovlov and Little Big League on it. I really wanted to play some of the Little Big League on the show, but reality struck because she likes the word fuck. I do too. Here is where you can get the record.
For those of you keeping track at home, Parkay Quarts is not an unfortunate typo of Parquet Courts, but rather a side project of sorts featuring a few members of the original band and a rotating cast of supporting players. Here, Andrew Savage channels his inner Reed/Malkmus and has himself a good ramble over the track’s 6+ minute run time.