Kimya Dawson - Game Shows Touch Our Lives (from Tallahassee Turns Ten)
Haim - “The Wire”
The video is everything we could have hoped for.
I like this because it is about girls making boys cry and also it sounds like Kenny Loggins was involved somehow.
HAIM covering Sheryl Crow’s “Strong Enough” is my favorite thing of the last few weeks
Alex: “What’s this?”
Brenda: “It’s this band Haim? They’re, like, everyone’s new favourite band.”
Alex: “But this sounds like it’s from 1984.”
Brenda: “Well this is a cover of a song from like, 1997*. But the combination does kind of sound like it’s from 1984. But in a really good way?”
The Julie Ruin - “Oh Come On”
So groggy this morning, pretty much just want to move into this music video and join Maya’s golden party cult.
Rainy day work desk dance party music
Tecla - Fake Tears (by orchardmusic)
The “We” referred to in New York based artist TECLA’s newest studio album, “We Are the Lucky Ones,” are the generation of young people who, for the first time in U.S. history, can have open, proud ownership of their multi-racial and mixed cultural influences. Music like TECLA’s that samples regional sounds from across cultural boundaries and differing pop sensibilities is often described as “complicated,” but what makes “We Are The Lucky Ones” great is the understanding that those complications are not created through music studio experimentations, but are rather a reflection on what life sounds like to, say, a Hell’s Kitchen born and raised musical prodigy with an Italian father and a Haitian mother. As urban communities continue to flux and mesh, the “complicated” sounds of neighborhoods with cumbia-blasting bodegas, cars blaring trap music and indie-electronica streaming out of windows have replaced monocultural radio as a new sonic normalcy.
TECLA’s music raises the question that any potentially groundbreaking album should, “Am I complicated, or are you just boring?” Using her classical music training, TECLA composes complex, layered vocals over throbbing polyrhythms, frenetic electronic instruments with infectious pos-vibe emanating lyrics that demand to be danced to. Anthems like the album’s second single “Money” have the kind of memorable, empowering lyrics that become sing-along classics on warm summer nights. Even when she’s making real points about class and gender, TECLA does it in manner that still keeps your hips shaking and your shoulders rolling, like on the track “You Suck,” which has strong sonic ties to vocal producer Gordon Voidwell’s pop production mastery.
Great pop albums are an amazing thing, catchy, fun, heartbreaking, danceable and cry-able. We Are The Lucky Ones is a great pop album for the 21st century, full of jams to pump you up, to get you dancing and to get you relating to the struggles and possibilities possessed by us, the lucky ones.
Pretty interested in “You got me feeling like / I don’t wanna cry / so I’m crying fake tears”.
Rah Rah - Prairie Girl (by Hidden Pony)
This is great. These lyrics are to die for.
Considering that I giggled with delight five times while watching this clip of Mariah Carey, the Roots, Jimmy Fallon, and some adorable children singing “All I Want For Christmas Is You,” there’s no way I can’t make it today’s entry in my musical Advent calendar. Also I think this is a pretty sad song at its core! It’s not like the question of whether Santa came through is ever addressed.
How many people have you explained to that this isn’t a cover, it’s an original, and Mariah Carey in fact co-wrote?
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