Jenny Hval – Apocalypse, girl (Sacred Bones)
By Scott Creney I know that none of this matters b/c the album came out nearly a week ago and so everyone’s already on to reading about another record by now. If I’d finished this earlier, I could have multiplied the number of Original Page Views by 10, and in music writing world this would’ve […]
The return of Everett True | 119. Dawn Richard
I’m consistent, at least. Scratch that. Much as I know folk like their comfort zones, their safe places, their writers they can turn to again and again knowing they’ll always receive similar advice, similar opinions – I’ve never really seen that consistency is a virtue. Maybe if you’re a middle distance runner. Maybe if you’re […]
Conversations about music criticism | Does Collapse Board help propagate stereotypes of women in music?
Earlier today, Lee posted an interesting review of the Klara Lewis EP in which she posited (among several other points) that Collapse Board helps propagate the stereotype of women needing men to write and produce their stuff. (If you haven’t read the review yet, I recommend you do. Otherwise a fair amount of this will be […]
The return of Everett True | 105. Björk (“Singing is like a celebration of oxygen”)
Damn. It’s out now. Did you hear? It’s been dancing through my imagination the last few days: spectral and decaying and melancholy and alert and focused on details far tinier than I recall – glistening and fleeting and soured with soaring strings and seared by emotion. Imperfect, the way sun dancing across dappled water always […]
Song of the day – 604: Jenny Hval
I have Dayna Evans to thank for turning me on to this, just about the sexiest video I’ve seen in years.
Beck – Song Reader (Faber/McSweeney’s)
I want to hear Beck songs played by elephants and by wind sculptures and London taxi cabs. Make it so!
Another letter to the poor sods at Uncool magazine…
“Mumford & Sons’ singular importance in rock’s current moment cannot be underestimated,” is not a sentence I ever imagined I’d read.
Song of the day – 493: Pussy Riot (+ a mini-rant)
Punk rock. Fuck yeah. We are all Pussy Riot.
These are a Few of my Favourite Things … from 2011 | Victoria Birch
Maybe I’ll save the angst and tell her we started here all along
