1. Before you embark on your subculturally-programmatic mocking of the new Kevin Federline single -- and yes, it is in fact a baile-funk track produced by Disco D, and yes, that means this will be most Middle Americans' introduction to baile-funk, and yes, there are already people who are mad at it -- consider these four arguments, put forth by no less than Disco D himself on Hollerboard the other night, after asking the question of all questions, "How is this more of a cultural infringement than M.
Coming this Friday: the first in a weekly series of ThePhoenix.com/WFNX/OTD (!) shows at Bill's Bar. Actually, we just kinda jumped on the bandwagon for some shows that FNX New England Product host Dave Douglas booked. Schedule (subject to change) as follows. We've got guest list if anyone wants to go, just hit us up in the comments section or email onthedownload at phx dot com.
Every year Mad Skillz says he ain't gonna do another one, then he goes and does it anyway. We thought he was serious about not doing it this year, but then we were driving home last night and the new one came on Hot 97. Awesome.
Highlights: Lil' Kim in court, Nas & Kelis, Jamie's Oscar, Chappelle's millions, Bobby Brown, "Ordinary People," getting sick of hearing Mike Jones's name, Mariah's comeback, Michael Jackson's acquittal, 50 and Game's break up and make up, "Trapped in the Closet," ("by the time his case come up, we'll be at chapter 106"), Dipset ("brainwashed the kids"), Jeezy's Snowman t-shirt ban, Ying Yang, Gwen's "Hollaback," T.
OTD always waits until the very last second to turn in our Pazz and Jop ballot, because our minds are never really made up. Lists are not really our forte. But we like reading them, and we like big-upping stuff, so we feel kinda obligated. Also, we totally told you like twice this year what the album of the 2005 was, so to not actually award that honor would be sort of lame.
This here girl to the right may look innocuous enough with her diamond-playbook of a green sweater, teeny frame, and "distinctive" nose. (Her adjective, totally not ours). But hand Casey Dienel a pen and a set of ivory keys, and she's pretty damn dangerous. Frrrreal.
The GENDERS grew up studying American rock and roll, absorbing the sound and stance of bands like the Stooges and the Velvet Underground. And in that tradition, they sing about what they know: sex, drugs, and, uh, the Arab-Israeli conflict. See, the Genders hail from Tel Aviv, a relatively peaceful city in Israel -- emphasis on "relatively" -- and days before they started recording their new Rockin' in Ramallah (AMP), a coffee shop down the street from their studio was bombed.
Sorry for the lack of updates: we've been busy with some work stuff. (Some mistakes in that article -- like the launch date, which isn't until February -- but yes, big tings are in the works). Hope you like our new URL. Comments are now turned on retroactively, so if you ever felt like you wanted to add your two cents to our snarky appraisal of something, go apeshit.
We apologize in advance: every time we see the name of this band, we get a dreadfully un-PC reflex image in our head of Cibo Matto shouting the word "Delicious!"
So there's a new band on Metal Blade. And, y'know, this is the pretty much the label that every speedmetal kid worshipped in the '80s. Now it's 2006, and they've found some kids who play really authentic-sounding '86-'88 Bay Area thrash with deathmetalcore vocals.
Y'know what we learned this year? The Lot Six: you can't beat 'em, you can only hope to contain 'em. We'd give them shit for not putting out their freakin awesome unreleased album Get Baked on Youth Kulture except that all their members have been off collaborating on all kinds ofotherprojects. This profusion of creativity has got Sixers forward Dave Vicini talking art collective -- which, as any self-respecting Elephant 6 fan or Broken Social Scenester can tell you, is just how-indie-do right now.
Too funny. It's like if someone said, "Oh, yeah -- Ashlee Simpson just held up a bank."
Howie Day, for those who don't remember, was this real young kid from Maine who started out singing cover songs at frat bars, but somehow [and by somehow we mean bidding war] ended up signed to Epic on the let's-make-him-the-next-John-Mayer plan.
Proving that they really have been paying attention to what's going on in music all these years, Devo have once again kicked pop muzak on its ear -- by embracing their inner They Might Be Giants or Kidz Bop or Mousketeers or something. No joke, Disney is actually putting out a Devo record . .
Our friend Kelly Davidson is a former Phoenix staffer and rock photographer extraordinaire: her Rockers-with-Kids photo-essay got some deservedly awesome reviews earlier this year [not just saying that 'cause OTD and daughters were in it]. Last week she stepped out from behind the lens, gathered a bunch of local rock celebrities -- including a Dresden Doll, a Confidence Man, a Bourbon Princess, and a lesbian rapper -- and recorded a cover of one of our favorite holiday tunes: Low's "Just Like Christmas."
We'll be reminding you throughout the next week, but OTD is moving next Wednesday -- new server, new URL, and -- for those of you who do the RSS thing -- a new feed. As of December 28 we'll be at thephoenix.com/onthedownload. Some people have assumed that our low-rent look over here is a conscious aesthetic choice (ha!), but really it's just because when Cami and OTD started this thing back in April, this is literally the best we could do.
1. We've said it before, we'll say it again: the Click Five are the Monkees/Dave Clark Five version of what we always thought Waltham should be. Case in point: their meticulously-crafted Christmas single, atomically engineered to steer teens from MySpace to the mall . . .
"I got a cell phone, trampoline, a year's worth of magazine
1. Swear on our autographed Nick Cave novel, we emailed Tia the other day, all like, "We should do a Christmas post. Think anyone's got Christmas songs?" Then walked to our mailbox and found a package with a return address that said "Ho Ho Ho-Ag." While the envelope had OTD's name and address on it, we suspect there was a mixup at the mailer-stuffing party: the letter inside was addressed to one M.
Is there any dirtier holiday than this one?(Photo by Amy Wallenberg)
We're being cute -- this is not a Christmas song -- but hear us out.
First we heard the guys in Officer May were changing their name. Then we heard they were changing their sound. Neither of these seemed like particularly welcome possibilities, because Officer May -- who managed to be loud, poingnant, ass-dirty, tragic, and gorgeous in a Shellac-meets-In Utero kinda way -- kicked the shit out of us on a regular basis.