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 Scott Creney

Oh-Ok – The Complete Reissue (HHBTM)

In 1981, Oh-OK were already creating songs of child-like wonder laced with a hint of darkness.

 Scott Creney

Dirty Three – Toward The Low Sun (Drag City)

If you want to be immortal, have them play Dirty Three at your funeral.

 Scott Creney

Tunabunny in the UK, part three

I have to be at work in less than 12 hours. Throughout the day people will keep asking me if I had fun in England. I don’t even know how to begin to answer that question.

 Scott Creney

Tunabunny in the UK, part two

The Shoebox is packed. It’s hot and sweaty to the point where I would have trimmed my eyebrows before I left if I’d known they were going to be this soaked and heavy.

 Scott Creney

Tunabunny in the UK, part one

Here’s the thing about all the exhaustion and struggle, the sacrifice that goes into saving up money to fly over to another country. The show has to be worth it. A bad show will leave you crushed and broken nearly to the point of despair. This can be a bit nerve-wracking, but it makes you put everything you have into what you’re doing.

 Scott Creney

Coasting – You’re Never Going Back (M’Lady)

If The White Stripes had been obsessed with Flying Nun instead of the blues and Led Zeppelin, it would have sounded like this. For someone like me, it’s absolute heaven.

 Scott Creney

Fucked Up – Year Of The Tiger (Matador)

If I wanted some beefy, macho shithead to yell at me, I’d join the Marines. Or call my fucking dad.

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Royal Baths – Better Luck Next Life (Kanine)

Better Luck Next Life is the sound of aristocratic decay. It’s spiritual exhaustion, the crumbling of an empire into petty, isolated camps of self-degradation.

 Scott Creney

of Montreal – Paralytic Stalks (Polyvinyl)

It’s a concept album about the fall of decadence, the inability to live any longer wrapped within one’s bullshit, the sound of someone pulling back the curtain on their personal Satyricon and recoiling in disgust.

 Scott Creney

Leonard Cohen – Old Ideas (Sony)

LC follows the template he’s been following for the last 20 years. He’s still peddling his bedroom songs for the educated letch.

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