Saturday, September 24, 2005

For the Love of Money

I just bought a few records that I'm currently enjoying on this unbelievably georgous day in Philadelphia:

  • Mazarin - We're Already There: Sounds great. Really poppy indie rock from some cats out of Philly. Good use of motorik beats, fuzzy electronics and sweet melodies. Not afraid to lay sheets of feedback or make sweet sunshine music (a la Yo La Tengo). I probably should have scored this one for the summer. It's good lemonade music.
  • Wolf Parade - Apologies to the Queen Mary: How many more bands are really going to come out of Montreal? Better question: how many more records will I buy from bands calling Montreal home? If the quality remains the same as this hotshit group (friends of the Arcade Fire, yah), probably many more. Yes, they have that red-hot quivering, oh-fuck-I'm-crazy voice that all the bands have and they're obviously familiar with Modest Mouse(Issac Brock produces here), but their angular and anguished compositions show they hold a section of the blueprints for New Seattle. You heard it here first!
  • The New Pornographers - Twin Cinema: Haven't really listened to more than a few tunes off of this so far, but I'm pretty sure Power-Pop Record of the Year is gonna be a barn hard to miss for these supergroupers. I mean, what else is there when you have A.C. Newman? He's like David Bell hitting an amazing home run in the top of the 9th against the Cincinatti Reds to put the Phillies one game back in the Wild-Card. Right?

I'd write about the other two, Devendra Banhart's Cripple Crow and some new Acid Mothers Temple record, but it's too nice out. I'm a make a venture into Hell's Angels by the king of loonies, Hunter S. Thompson. Have a wonderful day.

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