Imagine the Eurythmics, accompanied by Marina Diamandis and Florence Welch on vocals, and Toto and The Knife on rhythm. That is the most succinct way I can think of to explain all of the fantastic elements of this song. Young Galaxy’s whole album, Ultramarine, is great…all the way through…no stopping. But this track was the first one where I caught myself returning to Spotify to make note of who I was listening to. The band has had a few lineup changes and shifts in creative direction in the past, but I think they have found their groove, so to speak.
It feels like the song that plays during a movie sequence where the main character is running down the middle of a street, having just gotten off of his Schwinn or motorized scooter. Probably in the dark and probably in the rain. Unable to deny their feelings any longer, despite endless warnings from parents and peers. Tearing off after love.
You can be sure that somewhere, Molly Ringwald is singing into a hairbrush and swaying in the mirror.
This song is not new, but it is new to me. In fact, it came out in 2011 but I only recently became aware of it. A few moments in and I was hooked. I cannot physically sit still when this song plays, especially at 00:34 when the brass kicks in. Its so very sharp and catchy that I have to move. At first I thought they were British and maybe practiced next door to Foals, but they are in fact a duo from LA and fiercely bearded, might I add.
Vegas is not my bag, but when this tune plays, I imagine myself having one of those crazy, over-bonding evenings with close friends in the City of Sin. The kind of night where you consume so much alcohol for such a long period of time, that you defy modern medicine. An evening where your relationship with someone you kind-of-knew, transforms into a lifelong bond through dancing, drinking, secret-telling and debauchery.
You know, the kind night you’re not necessarily proud of, but would never regret.
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I had first heard of Ian Fisher & The Present via a recommendation from a friend, and have been listening to his self titled album since. There are a few backing vocals from Ryan Thomas Carpenter, but for the most part, the band is Ian’s tinny voice and his ramblin’-style songwriting. Why Do I Go? is the second song on the album, and immediately went into my “Drink Bourbon and Be Introspective” playlist. Every time it makes its way into my work rotation, it catches me off guard and, without fail, sends me down a path of questioning that requires at least a second play of the track. Where and I going? Am I doing what I love? Am I making the world a better place? Do people know I love them? Should we be closer to family?…
It continues like this until I listen to Thrifshop to take the edge off.
Warning: there is some foul language in this song. Also, it is very possible that you will find yourself immediately leaving work to purchase a hibachi, sunscreen and a beach ball before realizing what you have done.
Cayucas is band comprised five dudes from San Luis Obispo, fronted by Zach Yudin. This dreamy little album, Bigfoot, came out at the end of last month and track 2 is my favorite so far. This song in particular sounds a bit like earlier Beck. You know, the one you like better and wish would come around more. Pitchfork may have taken a big stink on the release, but it gets my feet a-tappin’ and really, that’s all that matters.
If it makes me smile on a Monday, then I am considering it a win.
Dearborn is a folksy trio of sisters from Portland, that I want to hang out with. They are often singing with just a guitar, and blowing my socks off with their pitch perfect vocal blends. The sisters’ similarly toned and harmonized voices are reminiscent of First Aid Kit and the ladies of Mountain Man.
The eldest sister, Natalie, looks like the love child of Jennifer Westfeldt and Minny Driver, and the twins, Allie and Meegan, look like they could have starred in the Virgin Suicides. On their site they describe themselves as:
“Dearborn is the resulting sound of an acoustic folk/pop/soulful trio singing about being young and human. Expect to hear honest words and genetically perfected harmonies.”
If only all siblings got along this well.
Mr. Little Jeans, aka Monica Birkenes, and the Silverlake Conservatory Of Music Youth Chorale, have collaborated on one of the most triumphant anthems of the year. There is just something about children singing, that never fails to strike a chord with me. The innocence in their voices singing about the serious topics of isolation and longing, just somehow puts things into perspective.
The song itself starts out with, what sounds like, a children’s metallic piano and Monica’s smokey, Lana del Rey voice, accompanied by a simple electronic rhythm. Then, a few measures before you expect it, the Youth Chorale chimes in. The kids’ slight pitchiness on the high notes first breaks your heart, and then promptly repairs it. Its reminiscent of Karen O and The Kids, or Dead Man’s Bones on My Body’s a Zombie for You.
Ultimately, you’re never too old for a lullaby.