Awrighcha mugs, So this week my bag o' SWAG is feelin' a little lighter than usual junky, an' I'm still trying ta figure out why. Could it possibly be that the well's dryin' up? Ain't nobody interested in makin' music no more? Nah, I'm pretty sure the whole reason is because everybody's packin' up ta hit the road 'is summer, an' 'at usually means ther bein' a bit more careful. This mess they drop right as ther leavin' will be...
Waking up not being able to account for a few hours of your life due to intoxication next to a girl who’s name you can’t remember. Waking up in that state can amount to one of the longest, most awkward moments of your life and this is the visualization I get when I think of Ke$ha (Side note: the dollar sign is the most childish, white-trash, classless thing I have ever seen in my life), partially because I Am the...
Let’s try and look past the beating, the homo comments, the nude photos and, more recently, the window smashing after the past was brought up. Wait, nude photos? Sweet jesus, Chris Brown, you need to work on getting your PR people in line. It’s actually not a good idea to send a photo of your wang to anyone. Ever. Just some friendly advice. We could talk about how you’re being a moron in public right now, but instead I want...
Epic. This is my most difficult review ever. Glam Nation Live album represents two things I hate more than anything else on the planet. No, I’m not talking about how Adam Lambert is openly gay and one of the very few mainstream artists who speaks up about it, I’m talking about that goddamn TV show American Idol, on which Adam was a runner-up in the eighth season and a live album. I can’t comprehend why these albums go on the...
As a longtime fan of Bright Eyes, I approached The People's Key with both remorse and excitement. Prior to its' release, Bright Eyes' leader Conor Oberst had gone on the record as saying this would be the last album under the name and they would be retiring the moniker. While this was obviously disappointing, it's also respectable that the band was ending at a high point, despite there still being demand for more output. It was consequently exciting to ponder...
No matter who you are or which philosophy you subscribe to, there's no arguing that fifteen years is a long time. Especially now – when the internet and diminished attention spans have reduced Andy Warhol's vaunted “fifteen minutes of fame” to as many nanoseconds or mouse clicks – a band trying to orchestrate a return after fifteen years of functional inactivity is staring down an imposing list of unknowns. Relying on name recognition only goes so far and trying to...
I will openly admit that I arrived "late to the party" when it comes to Dropkick Murphys, and only really took notice of them after they were included in Scorsese's 2006 film, The Departed. Fortunately, they appear to be pulling off a feat that is difficult for most bands: aging gracefully while maintaining their edge. Maybe it's their blue collar work ethic, maybe it's just that they're smart enough to not mess with their sound or maybe it's just the...
I have been, and probably always will be, a sucker for ridiculously long-winded, painfully detailed stories, sentences and names. Whether it’s David Foster Wallace’s unique and cerebral form of prose in his bible-length novel Infinite Jest with sentences that top out at over two-hundred words, the Mexican grindcore outfit Paracoccidioidomicosisproctitissarcomucosis, or A Silver Mt. Zion’s first album He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts Of Light Sometimes Grace The Corner Of Our Rooms, I realize I’m gravitating toward these...
There are few devices in the English language and arts more regularly abused by bands than irony. It happens so regularly that it would be easy to assume the logic behind it goes something like, “We've got this idea that we want to try, but would likely be mocked mercilessly if we pursued it. That would be bad, but it's so bright and shiny and interesting! How can we make it work? Maybe if we add irony, it'll be a...
My pen name for my Ground Control column is The Aging Punk. Not The Aging Hippie, and certainly not The Aging Folkie. Much of my youth was spent actively fleeing and/or fighting the music presented on this disc, so it is surprising how much I enjoyed it. In its' commercial release, this CD accompanies a DVD documentary about The Troubadour, the Los Angeles club which helped launch the careers of so many singer/songwriters in the early Seventies. Unluckily, I wasn’t...