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Snowing – I Could Do Whatever I Wanted If I Wanted [2010]

Posted in emo,indie emo,math rock by deek on December 11, 2010

Tennis – Tennis (EP) [2010]

Posted in indie pop,lo-fi by deek on December 8, 2010

Tennis is Patrick Riley and Alaina Moore, a husband/wife duo. The idea for the project began one day a couple of years ago when Alaina made fun of Patrick for playing Tennis in college, which is an elitist rich man’s sport. A year later the two fled their hometown Denver to spend eight months sailing and exploring the North Atlantic coast. During their adventures they began writing music together documenting their experiences.

Guards – S/T EP [2010]

Posted in indie,lo-fi,noise pop by deek on December 8, 2010

Male Bonding – Nothing Hurts [2010]

Posted in lo-fi,pop-punk by deek on December 8, 2010

It’s hard not to gravitate toward “Worse To Come,” the final track of Male Bonding’s debut, Nothing Hurts. In the song, the band’s former tourmates and kindred spirits, Vivian Girls, harmonize angelically behind frontman John Arthur Webb. It’s a slab of shimmering, scuffed, acoustic punk that calls to mind the boy-girl verve of The Vaselines—that is, before it dissolves into a soup of shoegaze-y glory. But it’s not the only dynamic moment on the brisk, buzzing disc. Peel back the skin of distortion that sheathes the rest of the songs and there’s a range of gleeful noises circulating, from the grunge thud of “Weird Feelings”—a direct descendent of Nirvana’s “Sliver”—to the zero-gravity jangle of “Franklin.” In that sense, Nothing Hurts is a small step forward for the typically single-note noise-pop revival, although the album is considerably dampened by Webb’s vocals; deadpan and drab, his voice has far too much carefully crafted slack to it, not to mention a marked lack of hooks and conviction. Still, for an exercise in hero worship and racket-making, it’s a joy; but if “Worse To Come” winds up being a cheeky preview of what Male Bonding has in store for the future, that’ll be even better. -A.V. Club

Tame Impala – Innerspeaker [2010]

Posted in neo psychedelia by deek on December 8, 2010

Tame Impala hail from Perth, which boasts of being the most isolated city in the world. Innerspeaker suggests it’s so isolated, in fact, that no new music has reached it since 1969: it’s a perfect recreation of the point in English music just before psychedelia tipped over into heavy rock. So while Kevin Parker’s voice is washed to the back of the mix, sun-faded and affectless, bass and drums are beefy and propulsive. The balance between the two is kept by the chunky, fuzzy guitar sound, a perfect copy of that odd combination of weediness and heaviness that characterised much UK psych. That means Tame Impala struggle with originality – Alter Ego and Solitude Is Bliss could have walked straight off a Nuggets compilation – but they’ve concocted such a dreamily enjoyable debut that complaining about their fidelity seems pointless. Their principal vice is one they share with their inspirations: a tendency to woolly self-indulgence. As Why Won’t You Make Up Your Mind enters its eighth minute, for example, an impatient listener may well be wondering Why Won’t You Come to an End? -The Guardian

Native – Wrestling Moves [2010]

Posted in indie rock,math rock,post-hardcore by deek on December 8, 2010

Glasser – Ring [2010]

Posted in art pop,indie electronic,synth pop by deek on December 8, 2010

It’s a shame ‘witch house’ is already taken, because, as a handle that suggests a potent, enchanting fusion of seductive gothic atmosphere with digital chill, it’d be better suited to the work of LA’s Cameron Mesirow than the oppressive drag of Salem et al. The likes of the high-priestess menace
of ‘Apply’, in which an lustrously aloof Mesirow admonishes, “If the walls were too thin/You would break right in”, and the gently lurching 21st century spiritual of ‘Glad’, are, like fellow dark ladies Warpaint and Effi Briest, informed by bleak post-punk moods and tribal echoes. Here, though, they’re cleansed in a crisp, modern starkness that’s closer to Telepathe, Zola Jesus or Fever Ray. But, despite forbiddingly minimal song titles like ‘T’ and ‘Plane Temp’, Glasser’s glowing debut offers more melodic and emotional consummation than almost any of her peers can muster, poised in a genuinely transcendent golden balance between the stern, the spacious and the gaudily sparkling. A very precious ‘Ring’ indeed. -nme

NOFX / The Spits Split 7″ [2010]

Posted in pop-punk,punk rock by lifetimeguerintee on December 3, 2010

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