BREGA, Libya — Forces loyal to Col. Muammar el-Qaddafi advanced rapidly on Wednesday, seizing towns they ceded just days ago after intense allied airstrikes and hounding rebel fighters into a chaotic retreat.
In a stunning setback for the Qaddafi government, however, one of its most senior officials, foreign minister Moussa Koussa, flew to London on Wednesday and declared that he could no longer serve as a representative of the Libyan government, the British government said in a statement.
BEWARE! The Other Head of Science - “Front Row Seats for the Great Beast”
My favorite of the B3nson clan is an absolutely fantastic show to see leave. These guys exude energy, as if they’re all hyped up on caffeine and sugar (which they probably are; when they played in Oneonta, they handed out Sour Patch Kids).
We haven’t talked in a couple days, sorry, I’ve been super busy doing real world shit. I’ll try and resume the posts for the next few days. At least until Thursday, when I’ll be en route to Terminal 5 to see LCD FREAKING SOUNDSYSTEM!
Stoked doesn’t even begin to cover it.
Let’s get some tunes going today though, shall we?
New LP W H O K I L L from tUnE-yArDs leaked surprisingly early today on what, bout a month ahead of official April 19th release date from 4AD. Her debut s/t LP was one of my favorite records of 2009, and I have anxiously awaited more music ever since. I was most nervous that she’d lose her magic seeing as her first release was recorded with a Sony digital voice recorder, tracked in Audacity, and the vinyl was self-released.
After she seemingly blew up overnight, I was worried that the followup release would lack the lo-fi charms of BiRd-BrAiNs. The thoughtful care of that album, down to the hand silk screened covers on recycled vinyl jackets (mine is some Christmas deal) only strengthen the solid music. So there was much talk of her attempting to mirror her stage sound on this release, without it simply being a live album. It certainly sounds cleaner than BiRd-BrAiNs, not that I miss the scattered clipping, but thankfully not over produced. Glad to hear some of her voice sampling from chidren still lingering at the end of track eight, You Yes You. Her voice sounds stronger, more mature, and the release is more than I was expecting.
Pre-order W H O K I L L on vinyl here via Insound.
Listening to these Brooklyn-via-Boston psych-folkers is enigmatic. First, they sound as though they write and record their music on some far-out teepee commune in New Mexico in 1971 while wearing navajo print drug rugs and smudging sage around the campfire. The fact that they’re likely intentionally working to evoke that exact imagery is a testament to how fucking good their songwriting skills are. I’m a huge fan.
Get into this mystique yourself with this single from their new double-A side with the equally excellent “Cowboys in the Void.” A little bird tells me that these songs are actually part of a larger album in the works. I expect their astral projections only increase from here. Join the trip now, y’all.
oh hey. never got a formal introduction to you in the tumblrverse. what's up dude? tell me something about yourself :)
Hi! I’m Sean, although on the air and online I go by the moniker “The Spicy Pumpkin,” a name that comes from a cupcake. I’m a 22 year-old male college student, currently attending SUNY Oneonta for two unrelated majors, one of which is a big waste of time, but I’ve virtually fulfilled the requirements, so I might as well get the piece of paper for it. I grew up in a small, country town outside of Albany, NY, called Rotterdam, a place where nothing happens. I actually live in Albany now, and have taken it to be my hometown.
I think it would be kind of redundant listing my interests and hobbies on a response to a blog that is designed to do nothing but showcase my interests and hobbies, but here it goes.
I’m a fan of music, if that weren’t clear, specifically things that are particularly rhythmic and nature. I’ve always been a sucker for a good groove. Punk, funk, jazz, electronica, most world musics, things of that nature, although ironically I’ve never really listened to that much R&B. My favorite genre of all time is Talking Heads.
I really like performing. I play bass in a couple of bands here at school, one as part of a backing band for a female acoustic/punk songwriter (found here) and the other as a contributer to a noise/garage rock band. I’m also a DJ at the college radio station (hence on the air).
Beyond music, I like being outside, travelling and the like. I like running most of all. I also have a fondness for cooking and food. I started cooking for two reasons: first, because if you live on your own and you don’t know how to cook, you end up eating a lot of cans of beans, and second, because I don’t trust all of the “stuff” that gets put into pre-packaged foods. I would call myself a failed health nut.
Food and music are usually what occupy my two track mind, but due to recent events in the news I’ve become a bit of a media/news junkie. I try to check the NY Times everyday, and a couple of other news outlets regularly.
That’s a little about me, before I start to ramble too much. And yourself?
I’m listening to this song in my headphones and and it’s so haunting. I feel like it’s a slightly melancholy, slightly angsty, slightly ethereal song. All I know is this song is pretty much echoing through my skull.
I’m seeing a revival of Jeff Magnum appreciation on my dash, but for whatever reason, I’ve yet to see anyone post his magnum opus.
It’s impossible to express any sort of coherent praise for this song, because I doubt anyone really knows what the hell it’s about. The entire album is reckless, wild emotion harnessed into words and notes. It’s ecstatic and wonderful and thoroughly incomprehensible. A punch to the gut—this is what music should feel like.
I could write pages about the pacing of this song alone. The way it takes flight after choking with his hands across her face and tumbles back down with they just lay there in their climb. The desperate urgency of it all leaves me reeling with an emotion that I can’t possibly understand.
These brits have created one of the funkiest things I’ve heard in a while. Even more so then Toro Y Moi’s new album. It’s just 7 and a half minutes of grooves and boogie rhythmics that make the whitest guy in the world the coolest guy in the club. I don’t even think the fine dancers of Soul Train could handle this madness.
Beards Again (Original Mix) | MSTRKRFT (via Earmilk)
Not that it’s of any surprise at all, but these dudes are on some next-level shit on this brand new track. Crazy guitars, hard-ass kicks, and just about anything else that I could ever ask for on a sick electro joint.
Would you rather fight a crocodile with a plastic spoon or an alligator with a a fudgecicle stick?
An alligator with a fudgecicle stick. I’ve always felt crocodiles to be more vicious because they go on land, and if there’s a rock around, you could even fashion a nice shiv out of the stick. You’re pretty much fucked with the spoon.