Showing posts with label 2004. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2004. Show all posts

Thursday, April 7, 2022

Gotta Be Quick

 I realized as I was heading for the other queue that I'd screwed up my posting calendar which means that I have to throw together another couple of quickies to fill it in until I have time off again.

It's hard being me.



All Songs Written By (2004)


Human Television. Brooklyn. 

Indie Rock with a bit of the old Shoegaze that the old hipsters used to groove to.

Don't break a hip.

Friday, October 1, 2021

Do Yourself a Favor

 

My attention is so split right now I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to be focusing on.

Ellington live at the Click Restaurant in Philadelphia from November 1948 is blaring in the room, but I'm supposed to also be thinking about this.


Octagon Octagon (2003)


Holy shit. 2003. That seems so recent but it's already been 18 years.

The Mint Chicks were part of like the third wave of outstanding New Zealand bands on Flying Nun and I don't even know what to say about them.

They're noisy and spastic and all over the map, but everything always has a deeply embedded nugget of pop sensibility in it that no matter where it goes you can hum along somehow.



Anti-Tiger (2004)

So yeah. They sound like you might expect from the sleeve art.

Seriously though you could certainly do worse than to spend a couple of hours going down the YouTube hole for the Mint Chicks and watching some live footage.


Here's a good place to start. See you in a couple of days....

Tuesday, August 13, 2019

You May Have Realized Something...


I really like the Fall.





Perverted by Mark E. (2004)

Fifteen years ago somebody put together a double disc compilation of people playing songs by and about Mark E. Smith. This is the result. Not everything works, but top honors go to Chris Knox for taking on "Hip Priest".

Pour yourself a pint or two and raise a glass in memory and tribute to the man, the myth, the legend of MES.

Because this file card in a Seattle record store sums everything up simply.



(On a side note as of the day before this post appears I will have managed to keep this farce going for half a fucking decade and I'm still not even close to having all my records digitized. I actually have more to do than when I started. sigh.)