#27. The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots
Inter-dimensional party-bards The Flaming Lips scour the multiverse for the best stories, and then immortalize them in catchy tunes and confetti. They’re also the only band in the world that Dave Fridmann’s signature Face-Full-Of-Loudness sound suits perfectly. These two elements come together quite nicely on sci-fi noise-opera Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots.
Honorable mention to Christmas on Mars, which may not be a record, but is surely the best something of somekind.
Schlitz: It’s what’s for dinner.
Jumbling Towers - “Kanetown City Rips”
Revolutionary Rock!
Pinkerton may not be a perfect record, but it’s a pretty perfect Weezer record. And, for my money, “Across the Sea” is still a high-water mark on all fronts.
It encapsulates Rivers’ sweet/creepy/obsessive/self-pitying vibe in one exquisitely catchy little Japanese box. Which box probably contains a pair of used and extremely well-sniffed ladies’ underpants. But, whatever. Artists.
Still. I fucking love this song to death.
My dear mother, bless her heart, has taken it upon herself to introduce me to new bands that I can review for my blog. Never you mind that this 61-year-old, Josh Grobin-lovin’ woman doesn’t know how to operate “the Google” let alone a CD player without careful assistance, she is on the beat! Just last week, for instance, she called to let me know that her secretary’s brother’s band is “hot, hot, hot” and that they play “everything” from Jimmy Buffet to the Rolling Stones. Eat your heart out, Pitchfork!!
Thankfully, she’s not alone on her quest to tip me off to the “Best New Music” out there. My dad, who I haven’t seen get excited about new music since the Mormon Tabernacle Choir released an album of traditional Christmas hymns some 11 years ago, called just the other day to let me know that his old high school buddy’s son plays in some kind of acoustic rock band that is tearing up the local Okemos scene. Dad, I’m just going to ignore the fact that Okemos has no known rock venues of repute, but more importantly I did not realize you even had friends. This is exciting news! I even got an e-mail this morning from an aunt down in Texas (we’ve never e-mailed before) informing me that the bartender at a restaurant she frequents is the drummer in a band that plays in bars all over the Lone Star state, and that I should really consider blogging about them.
Is this what happens when you fail to distinguish yourself professionally after graduation? “Oh, your son’s an intellectual property rights lawyer? Mine’s a blogger.” The worst part about all this is that my parents have never even seen the blog (because they don’t know how to use bookmarks and I’m not about to help them), so I have no idea what kinds of crazy things they’re telling their co-worker’s cousins or old high school buddy’s kids. I blame my wife for even telling them that I waste my time with this stuff in the first place.
And it was SO GOOD and will inspire you to get off your duff and MAKE STUFF.
Lynda Barry’s fantastic. I’m re-blogging this as a reminder to get off my duff and listen to this.
Will You Love Me Tomorrow by Lykke Li
originally by The Shirelles
(posted by bunkercomplex)Lykke Li + Cover = Automatic reblog
