From the E.S.L.-proteges' brand new album, Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix, out today on Glass Note.
By way of their self-titled 2008 release on Rough Trade.
Off the Brooklyn band's new Warp-released record, Veckatimest, also out today.
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Ten years after their first collaboration, Reginald Noble and Clifford Smith are back for more with Blackout! 2, out last week on Def Jam records. Check the video for the album's first single "A-Yo" below. I want one of those hats.
in case you weren't as cool in 7th grade . . .
The Fader magazine just made their most recent "Icons" issue available as a free PDF download. Issue #61 is devoted to David Byrne, and features a quick, extremely sharp, bio-piece written by NYU "punk" professor Vivien Goldman that's worth tracking down. Even more engaging is the accompanying "life map" done by Zero per Zero: a visual transcription of Byrne's artistic career and influence into one funky-ass subway ride. See below.
"So the music was providing the problem and its solution in one three-minute package, as if it were saying, 'Life is sad, but the solution is dance.' I thought, 'that combination feels great'"

A band inevitably bordering on stardom. Grizzly Bear's rabidly-anticipated third LP Veckatimest officially drops next Tuesday, but it has already racked up some heavy lauding in major-circulaters like the NY Times and GQ. Of course, shit is well-deserved. As the great Nick "the Hair" Johnson points out, these dudes are truly the real thing. And with all the attention and surrounding expectation, you gotta appreciate how deliberately the band took their time in crafting Yellow House's (2006) follow-up. The above music video features scenes from The Red Balloon, a pensive french made film that (oddly enough) my mom used to show my protesting brothers and I as little kids.
To me, the deep-fried, irreverent, soul-garage get-down that King Khan and his Berlin-via-Montreal backing band, the Shrines, exorcise upon the listener is the embodiment of all the booze-perfumed sweat and sensory overkill that Sasquatch has to offer (in all of the most welcome ways, of course). As George Clinton once spoke "Free your mind, and your ass will follow." Don't sleep on this band.Rubber-Band man T.I.P Harris could be out of the limelight for a while, as he's due to report to federal prison for a one year sentence starting at the end of the month.
Here's a fuller recap snagged from Billboard.com:
"The 28-year-old rapper, whose real name is Clifford J. Harris Jr., will be serving his sentence of one year and a day at the Forrest City low-security federal prison. Paperwork filed in his federal court case shows he has until noon on May 26 to report for his sentence.
Prison officials didn't immediately return a call Friday for comment.
Harris pleaded guilty to the charges after he tried to buy a stash of machine guns and silencers to protect himself after his best friend was killed. He will also pay a $100,000 fine as part of his sentence."
Mobb Deep - "Up North Trip"
A bit lopsided on the psychedelic tip, this first round of weekly song selections features tracks from some unreleased idolaters, a veteran electronica duo's final opus, neo-hippies, and an imaginary expat. Shout out to the last days of the cafe. And Moms.
Just click on the links to listen and/or download the songs.
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The talents of wunderki()d Zach Condon are easy to take for granted. The man isn't so a much a songwriter as he is a composer. On this track, from his double EP March of the Zapotec/Real People: Holland released earlier this year, his signature Balkan horns and Ukulele are given the day off and replaced with drum machines and a few new-age synth lines. Condon's highball-laden croon is still the smooth, glassy centerpiece, however, and it holds this welcome genre-foray together. Is there anything this guy can't pull off?
KanYe-approved and recently signed to Kanine records, these two childhood friends from St. Petersberg Florida are unreserved about their obvious Animal Collective worship (they've got three AC covers for download on their blog). Some have cried derivative, but it shouldn't matter when Blind Man's Colour make such awesome, compelling music of their own. Look for this track on their upcoming full-length release, Season Dreaming, out sometime this summer.
The four hour-plus, moshing, campfire sing-along jam party these dudes put on is one of the most fun live shows I've ever seen. They opened with the guitar riff from the Top Gun theme and never looked back. Their fifth album and first for Secretly Canadian imprint Dead Oceans came out this past Tuesday. Get down with this first track's slippery funk groove and bouncy Afro-beat.
Another recent release and one of my most-anticipated in a long while. Jason Quiver follows up the sleepy, vintage folk-pop of the expansive and overlooked Can't Go Back Now (2007) with a darker, but no less elaborate batch of new songs. "Once We Walked In The Sunlight" is the record's hallucinogenic opener.
Liz Harris, who performs under the moniker 'Grouper,' makes fuzzy, ambient-folk music that seems meant for playing only after dark. She was also recently named one of Willamette Week's Best New Bands of 2009. This is the second track from her gruesomely-named 2008 album Dragging A Dead Deer Up A Hill.
The January release of Telefon Tel Aviv's third proper album was overshadowed by the sad news of the death of Charlie Cooper, one half of this Chicago/New Orleans duo, only a few days prior. As far as anyone can tell, suicide has not been ruled out as a possibility, and it brings to mind the frequently-observed coincidence of a tormented spirit and creative output. I'm pretty unfamiliar with TTA's back catalog, but "The Birds"--and the way it conjures up coasting through the empty 3 am streets of some industrial district--is full of a strange, entrancing serenity.
The word catharsis gets thrown around a lot, but few descriptions fit this Baltimore foursome's musical brand of primal therapy better. Unintelligible yelps and shrieks resume the place of lyrics, urging the hyper-drive drums and charging guitars into blazing eruptions of exuberance, with only a few quiet pauses for recovery. The band's apparent ecstasy feels throughly genuine, and it's hard not to be raising your arms to the sky with them by the time "Celebrate" reaches it's seven minute conclusion. They just played the Vera Project here in Seattle on Saturday night.Bon Iver performing "Flume" with members of The National and My Brightest Diamond as part of the Dark Was The Night concert benefit at Radio City Music Hall May 3rd.
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LeBron wins the MVP. The pandemic bubble of Swine Flu has popped. Bring on the Monday.
Some more jams . . .


. . . . And a fully working 1981 Magnavox Astro-Sonic all-in-one home stereo piece was sitting in my garage. God bless Craigslist, a neighbor who'll trust you with their pick-up truck, and the enduring quality of American craftsmanship. Here are some pictures of what the unit closely resembles.

The paneling has been dusted off and all the electronics given a thorough cleaning. Time for the inaugural track:
A sleepier, mid-tempo version of El Guincho's "Palimitos Park" as played by the Ruby Suns.