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album of the year front-runner
The Bloggers Sign of the Times
Hockey Dad Records 2014
when was the last time you ripped a CD?
buy it so you can relive the joy.
album of the year front-runner
The Bloggers Sign of the Times
Hockey Dad Records 2014
when was the last time you ripped a CD?
buy it so you can relive the joy.

14 04 11 / bloggers / image / vancouver / punk / hockey dad
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Todd Terje It’s Album Time
review originally published in FFWD
Olsen Records 2014

It’s Album Time ends with Inspector Norse — Terje Olsen’s 2012 Italo disco insta-classic — and it’s a sheepish admission: “I know, this hasn’t been great.” There’s a good new (but over too soon) version of last year’s Strandbar that transitions into standout Delorean Dynamite. Other parts sound like a joke: goofy takes on genres I only know from Casio presets. Then, at the centre, Bryan Ferry sings Robert Palmer.

Johnny and Mary singles itself out: Roxy Music alumnus, smooth synth-pop production, lyrics — everything I don’t need from a dance record. It’s Album Time isn’t really club-appropriate. Maybe it’s tailored for resorts, but it would slip even easier into a post-Myst exploration game with limited polygons and shitty collision detection. It’s a fantasy record, for meandering down imaginary beaches with a metal-detector, through lost-in-time leisure-suited paradises where car doors open in weird directions and everyone’s got even tans. I can enjoy it, as long as I don’t expect it to understand me. I’ll keep walking through walls and failing to interact with NPCs.

Terje is never actually bad. Just like video game music is designed to be heard ad nauseam, Terje avoids any grit that might offend in any way, but there’s nothing to grab either. Sometimes after dancing, you throw up.
Todd Terje It’s Album Time
review originally published in FFWD
Olsen Records 2014

It’s Album Time ends with Inspector Norse — Terje Olsen’s 2012 Italo disco insta-classic — and it’s a sheepish admission: “I know, this hasn’t been great.” There’s a good new (but over too soon) version of last year’s Strandbar that transitions into standout Delorean Dynamite. Other parts sound like a joke: goofy takes on genres I only know from Casio presets. Then, at the centre, Bryan Ferry sings Robert Palmer.

Johnny and Mary singles itself out: Roxy Music alumnus, smooth synth-pop production, lyrics — everything I don’t need from a dance record. It’s Album Time isn’t really club-appropriate. Maybe it’s tailored for resorts, but it would slip even easier into a post-Myst exploration game with limited polygons and shitty collision detection. It’s a fantasy record, for meandering down imaginary beaches with a metal-detector, through lost-in-time leisure-suited paradises where car doors open in weird directions and everyone’s got even tans. I can enjoy it, as long as I don’t expect it to understand me. I’ll keep walking through walls and failing to interact with NPCs.

Terje is never actually bad. Just like video game music is designed to be heard ad nauseam, Terje avoids any grit that might offend in any way, but there’s nothing to grab either. Sometimes after dancing, you throw up.

14 04 10 / criticism / todd terje / it's album time / terje olsen / myst / ffwd


download frum mediafire.com/?urgdxh8gedop3i3 (45 min / 63 MB)
(last song is totally not Protect You Girl, it’s Don’t Take Your Life)
download frum mediafire.com/?urgdxh8gedop3i3 (45 min / 63 MB)
(last song is totally not Protect You Girl, it’s Don’t Take Your Life)

14 04 02 / mix / pop punk / emo
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Mira Gonzales. "An Unmotivated Person’s Guide to Body Dysmorphia". 2014.

14 03 26 / lit / other people / mira gonzales / brad listi
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White Lung review (edit). Jonny-Chance 2014. Digital manipulation.
White Lung review (edit). Jonny-Chance 2014. Digital manipulation.

14 03 24 / criticism / white lung / afi
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unpublished review.
Magic Touch Palermo House Gang.
100% Silk 2014.
unpublished review.
Magic Touch Palermo House Gang.
100% Silk 2014.

14 03 19 / magic touch / 100% silk / house / criticism
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14 03 15 / image / germany / kids music
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via Composers Doing Normal Shit,
Stravinsky. Please note choice of footwear.
via Composers Doing Normal Shit,

Stravinsky. Please note choice of footwear.

14 03 02 / stravinsky / photo / image
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Bob Casale died and new Spiritualized

Bob Casale died and photosets popped up, mostly of him behind Mark Mothersbaugh, or behind his brother Gerry. Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo! is a record I bought at the Abbotsford flea market after church when I was 13 or 14, and is one of those irreducables, a record I’ll adore til I forget about it in the process of dying. The weird thing I was never conscious of is - hidden by the uniforms and sideways Darwinism - /was the cult of Mark and Gerry vs. the anonymity of the Bobs and Alan Myers (RIP x2).

It was a dream seeing them at NXNE 2011, playing Whip It early to clear out the riff raff. I’m stingy with praise of anything, but undead acts extra. Most recently: My Bloody Valentine was inessential outside the body-affecting noise, and Wire reading off tablets was horrible, even after draining bottles of red wine in the alley. Devo though, they orbit their conceits and costumes, not youth.

Stepping into senility, everything new I hear is shit. A massive swath of exceptions are dance - mostly disco-y house (Todd Terje, Magic Touch, EZLV) or hardcore, because face it, Cülo and Hoax and S.H.I.T. tell you, “go like this!” - or more abstract electronics (Rene Hell, Co La, Demdike Stare).

[let me just… Jelly Boyz, Open Letters, Yes Men Jr]

Then comes Spiritualized. How can J. Spaceman still write 29 years after the Sound of Confusion? Why am I excited about NXNE?

Spiritualized isn’t about being young, that’s how to make sure you’ll be embarrassing. Wire was maybe about art school, and now they’re garbage. Devo ridiculed the trajectory of culture, and culture keeps trajecting. The Stooges were primitive and unhinged, and Iggy Pop has mastered the performance. I wouldn’t listen to a new Stooges record, but they’re still wild live. Just ignore Iggy between songs.

Did you see I Think We’re Alone Now?

Spiritualized can feel disconnected. The repetitive and/or formulaic (the new track uses, “if you want (x) I would be (x) for you”) lyrics end up a spreadsheet, not telepathy. Dismiss it as a compositional approach to voice, but I think someone could reach beyond anti-language (yeah, no matter how many synonyms or repetitions I don’t feel closer to understanding Jxxxxxxason Pierce’s, like, interior) for a more coherent thesis.

Thing is, any approach to lyrics wouldn’t count for shit if I wasn’t already into the sound. Spiritualized is a combination of, on one side: choirs, Jesus, round songs; on the other: drugs, drone, space. It sounds fucking cool. I think the Velvet Underground were about being cool. J. Spaceman grafted church onto that.

Tell me I’m wrong?

14 02 27 / nxne / spiritualized / justin pierce / devo / bob casale / open letters / jelly boyz / yes men jr
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Hipster Runoff, interest over time

Hipster Runoff, interest over time

14 02 14 / hipster / carles / stats / image
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