Over at The Morning News, Paul Ford has once again provided an invaluable service to us all. He listened to each one of the 1,302 mp3s available on the South by Southwest website and wrote 6-word reviews of each, with accompanying artist info and link to the mp3. It's a staggering achievement. Here it is.
I spent some time looking through the list and downloaded about 50 that sounded cool in one way or another. Of those 50, here are the ones I like so far. DISCLAIMER - I haven't listened to all 50 yet. I can't imagine how this guy listens to 1300. FURTHER DISCLAIMER - By the time you read this, the links may not work. SXSW disables them after a while. FINAL DISCLAIMER - The notes after the songs are my own, not Paul Ford's.
The Young Republic - Black Duck Blues - Churning, strangled, dark Britpop, sort of.
Viva Voce - Drown Them Out - Lovely, haunting.
Gomez - Airstream Driver - Yes, Gomez is still around. Still making good music, too.
Wallpaper - T REX - This is so unlike anything I would normally listen to, but that's the fun of 1300 free mp3s. You find stuff you wouldn't normally listen to. This is a stupid, fun, over-the-top club song.
Shout Out Out Out Out - Bad Choices - This time, I can't top Paul Ford's description: "Kraftwerk for Cutie." HA!
The Heavenly States - Lost in the Light - Local band. Sort of an MC5 or T.Rex thing happening here. I like it.
The Chesterfield Kings - Up And Down - Haven't these guys been around forever too? Anyway, it's an awesome ripoff of mid-60's Stones. Yes yes yes.
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Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Live music once a month: March
This month's entry in my commitment to live music once a month was Rafter and We Is Shore Dedicated, last night at Rickshaw Stop.
Let me begin with a prototypical old guy, you-kids-get-off-my-lawn complaint: the show is listed as "8 pm." The first band started at 9. Come on. I know there were only about 20 people there at 8:30, but tough shit. Starting an hour late sucks.
Oh, and who put out the call to Tall Guys United? Seriously, I'm used to being the only, or one of the few, tall guys in any social setting, but there were a bunch of us out last night. What's up with that? One of them was with a Very Short Girl, which you always like to see. It looks like a giraffe and its baby.
OK, on to the show. The badly-named We Is Shore Dedicated was up first. Not so much. They're obviously skilled musicians, and there were some good musical ideas up there, but it never gelled for me. The songs just didn't go anywhere, I guess. But I'm not really the post-modern art-rock type.
Better news ahead, though, because I thought Rafter totally fucking rocked. 2 guys, tons and tons of prerecorded backing tracks and loops, and shitloads of some kind of funk/rock/noise hybrid I'm not qualified to name. I think I described it as Helio Sequence times Bing Ji Ling. I'll stick with that. Although the first song sorta sounded like The The.
Viva Voce was headlining, but it was already almost 11 because, duh, the show started at 9, so I had to go home because I had to be here at my workstation bright and early. Seriously, I never get to see the headliner at Rickshaw Stop shows because I'm old and have to leave early. Maybe I should be euthanized like in Logan's Run.
Speaking of getting old, I totally related to this post on Generic's blog.
Speaking of Generic, he (I think it's a he) is someone who comments on all the same blogs I read and comment on, and when you start to get familiar with someone from seeing them around the Interwebs, you start to think of them as someone you know. So I kind of feel like I sort of know Generic, in a way, even though in a much more real and actual way I don't know him at all. This is the kind of New Social Paradigm we'll have to figure out in the Shiny New Millennium.
Happy Friday, everyone!
Oh, and SXSW is starting. I mention this only so I can use the "SXSW" tag, which I only get to use about once a year.
Let me begin with a prototypical old guy, you-kids-get-off-my-lawn complaint: the show is listed as "8 pm." The first band started at 9. Come on. I know there were only about 20 people there at 8:30, but tough shit. Starting an hour late sucks.
Oh, and who put out the call to Tall Guys United? Seriously, I'm used to being the only, or one of the few, tall guys in any social setting, but there were a bunch of us out last night. What's up with that? One of them was with a Very Short Girl, which you always like to see. It looks like a giraffe and its baby.
OK, on to the show. The badly-named We Is Shore Dedicated was up first. Not so much. They're obviously skilled musicians, and there were some good musical ideas up there, but it never gelled for me. The songs just didn't go anywhere, I guess. But I'm not really the post-modern art-rock type.
Better news ahead, though, because I thought Rafter totally fucking rocked. 2 guys, tons and tons of prerecorded backing tracks and loops, and shitloads of some kind of funk/rock/noise hybrid I'm not qualified to name. I think I described it as Helio Sequence times Bing Ji Ling. I'll stick with that. Although the first song sorta sounded like The The.
Viva Voce was headlining, but it was already almost 11 because, duh, the show started at 9, so I had to go home because I had to be here at my workstation bright and early. Seriously, I never get to see the headliner at Rickshaw Stop shows because I'm old and have to leave early. Maybe I should be euthanized like in Logan's Run.
Speaking of getting old, I totally related to this post on Generic's blog.
Speaking of Generic, he (I think it's a he) is someone who comments on all the same blogs I read and comment on, and when you start to get familiar with someone from seeing them around the Interwebs, you start to think of them as someone you know. So I kind of feel like I sort of know Generic, in a way, even though in a much more real and actual way I don't know him at all. This is the kind of New Social Paradigm we'll have to figure out in the Shiny New Millennium.
Happy Friday, everyone!
Oh, and SXSW is starting. I mention this only so I can use the "SXSW" tag, which I only get to use about once a year.
Friday, May 9, 2008
He got bigass ears
Happy Friday, everyone!
There is only one word for this: fucking awesome. Oh, two words for this. Dude listened to every one of the 763 free mp3 on the South by Southwest site and then wrote a six-word review of each one.
There is only one word for this: fucking awesome. Oh, two words for this. Dude listened to every one of the 763 free mp3 on the South by Southwest site and then wrote a six-word review of each one.
Like:
Captain Ahab: "Come, sail away with Weezer's Nintendo."
porterdavis: "Earnest goes to Austin: the band."
The Black Ghosts: "Does ProTools do instant MSTRKRFT remixes?"
And so on. Worth a few minutes, at least.
Found this on the Internets:
All kinds of win.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
I'm so sick of SXSW
Look! It's a show at SXSW in Austin! Look at us! Aren't we cool!
Yeah.
Listen, I don't know about you, but I am fucking sick of hearing about South by Southwest. You can't turn on your favorite indie/alt/whatever Interwebs news source this week without reading about WHAT! A! FABULOUS! TIME! we're having at SXSW this year. HEY! I just drank a Lone Star with the sweaty guy from Ratatat! Yay! Go me!
I have to admit, it's because I'm sort of insanely jealous. OF COURSE I want to hang out at Emo's with the Redwalls and talk about what possibly could have happened to Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. OF COURSE I want to bump into Chuck Klosterman at my Days Inn pool. But I'm not there, obviously.
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