The 1975 releases new song, “You”

While I attempt to work through the consequences of this storm (I am perfectly fine and have power, not to fear!), I don’t have much mental capacity to say anything other than “listen!”. But the song below, which came out yesterday, is helping me become a little less stir-crazy. The 1975’s new EP, […]

[Hype Hype Hooray] Unearthing the True Message Behind “Monster Mash”

Hype Hype Hooray is a biweekly “critique” of the music scene and the blogosphere that feeds it, told through the lens of Jamie Hale, a journalist who likes music about as much as he likes scotch and a firm leather chair. Please enjoy with a grain of salt.

A sharp breeze blew through the cluttered streets of Somerville, Massachusetts in the brisk fall of 1947. While the world reeled from the aftershock of war, and carefully eyed the ominous rise of Communism, a young boy sat quietly in a Somerville theater, soaking up a much different world.

Young Bobby Pickett didn’t seem to belong in the culture of Somerville. Boys in town tended to grow into gangsters or athletes, and Bobby had no interest in either. What interested him was his father’s movie theater, where he would spend his time absorbing the monstrous worlds created by Boris Karloff and Bela Lugosi, of Vincent Price and Lon Chaney, Jr. He aspired to be an actor, to inspire the same love and fear his idols inspired in him.

As he sat in the chilly theatre, wistfully dreaming of the day his own face would be projected onto the screen, he could never have guessed his legacy would instead wind up in the world of music. While his face would later grace the silver screen, his name would be forever etched onto a tombstone labeled “Monster Mash.”

There’s no need to introduce the song–by now we all know it well. But as this year marks the 50th anniversary of the world’s one and only true Halloween song, I’ve decided to dig beneath the surface of the soil that covers the tune in its timeless grave. For many, it might be enough to know that the “Monster Mash” was simply a graveyard smash, to know that it did, in fact, catch on in a flash. But why aren’t we digging beneath the surface of the novelty hit? Why aren’t we excavating the coffin and ripping it open with the rusty crowbar it deserves? Join me, won’t you, in correcting this grave injustice, with: Unearthing the True Message Behind “Monster Mash.”

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Skittish releases The Five Stages EP

I like writing. Rarely do I think posts are better presented with what I’m given from the artist. Except with Skittish.

I’ll make it quick: Band, Skittish, about to be signed by Yep Roc. Love triangle, suicide attempt, label scared off, members disperse leaving me alone to make “The Five Stages EP.”

The […]

Guy Fox

When the subject of the email addressed to me read “Innovative Indie-Afro-Yacht-Rock Band,” I almost immediately trashed it. But then I thought about how sassy and jerky I’ve been on email lately and decided to give the San Fransisco crew a spin. I’m getting too jaded; I gotta try to get back into […]

[soundscape] tangible

photo: ‘first dance’

song: edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros – “man on fire (little daylight remix)” [mp3] | web

‘one day i will find the right words and they will be simple.’ — jack kerouac

when i had been 18 for two weeks, i decided i was moving from california to nashville. it was a spontaneous decision i made at 10:30 at night and by 5:30 the next morning, i had packed everything into my truck, mapquested directions, bought coffee and was on the road. i drove for 4 days — crying most of the way — listening to “turn the page” on repeat for at least 600 miles. it was the sort of decision that i made by closing my eyes and being quiet. it was the sort of decision that i made by listening to myself.

it was a simple decision to make.

really. it was one of those moments in life where all of a sudden everything is clear and sparkling and all the broken glass has turned into stars. the discordant humming turns into melody, turns into an arc, turns into something beautiful and graceful and clean.

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[Hype Hype Hooray] Indie Music’s Watery Grave or How Carles Might Be Right

Hype Hype Hooray is a biweekly “critique” of the music scene and the blogosphere that feeds it, told through the lens of Jamie Hale, a journalist who likes music about as much as he likes scotch and a firm leather chair. Please enjoy with a grain of salt.

The header reads “R.I.P. Indie Music, Our Broken Indie Machine;” a hyperbolic epitaph that fits snugly into 2012, the year of the trendy apocalypse. The author inscribing the headstone is none other than the contrarian king of hyperbole (and king of indie snobbery) himself, Carles.

The screaming headline he wrote on his blog, Hipster Runoff, should be a surprise to no one – this is the place where indie music is chopped into bite-size witticisms, pockmarked with appropriately-adolescent abbreviations like “u” instead of “you,” and “2” instead of “to,” “too,” or “two.” It’s new-age Yellow Journalism that could make even Matt Drudge blush.

It’s all very annoying.

However, what should come as a surprise to the casual reader of Carles’ somehow influential music blog is that this epitaph for indie isn’t as radically and irresponsibly premature as you might think! For more, let’s go to Carles. Carles?

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[MP3] The Tinder Box: “The Crow, The Mourn”

My favorite bluegrassers since the first time I posted about them are back.

Melt with me.

The Tinder Box – “The Crow, The Mourn” [MP3]

The Tinder Box are nearly finished with their new album, To The […]

Old Earth

I don’t know if you noticed but it’s getting cold out there. As autumn starts to sink its teeth into the world for another year, Old Earth is here to complete the picture for you. “Less Words,” a fantastic song from Old Earth’s latest release, a low place at The Old Place, sounds like […]

Passenger Peru demonstrates their adventurous side on self-titled debut album

Largely the vision of former Antlers bassist Justin Stivers, Passenger Peru rides Stivers bass into more experimental areas than Antlers usual fare. Stivers teamed up with Justin Gonzalez to bring Passenger Peru’s self-titled album into existence.

From the start of the album, you get the impression that Stivers attempted to bring the experimental […]

Me And My Drummer

I apologize for not picking up on this duo sooner. After hearing them off the recently released music video for their single, “Don’t Be So Hot,” I’m ready for a much heavier dose of Berlin’s Me And My Drummer. The climactic ending is staggering, as are Charlotte Brandi’s vocals.

Me And My […]