More proof that Montreal is the Louisville of the aughts: not only have its indie-pop bands taken over the college-rock airwaves, they also have modern-classical aspirations. The BELL ORCHESTRE began as a group of indie-rockers (including members of, ugh, the Arcade Fire) playing improvised chamber music for modern dancers, and their playful debut, Recording A Tape the Colour of the Light (Rough Trade), includes a duet for two typewriters, a credit for "stethoscope," and a song that throws Nina Sky-like handclap rhythms under what sounds like a mash-up of Chuck Mangione's French horn and the siren from Guns N' Roses' "Welcome to the Jungle."
People who complain that Boston doesn't have a sound -- that we just churn out third-rate copies of whatever is hot in Montreal, London, and New York -- will find plenty to sneer about when they hear Aberdeen City. Original they are not. Good? Catchy? Play-with-yourself handsome? Yes, quite. Sarah Tomlinson goes in search of the other AC, in advance of tonight's record release show at T.
Every now and again, like after we re-read Hit Menfor the umpteenth-millionth time -- because it's The Godfather of music-biz books -- we wonder if there are really people who talk like Walter Yetnikoff anymore. Like, aren't all the new guys just a bunch of numbers-crunching, pencil-pushing hacks? Invariably, this train of thought leads us to find out if guys like Bob Lefsetz are still publishing their industry-insider newsletters, those remnants of the pre-fax era poured over by radio programmers and aging maje-label marketing chiefs.
1. The Madonna album leaked tonight. Reviews are already trickling out (P-Fork weigh-in in 10, 9, 8 . . .), but this blogger is going to bed. Let's sleep on it and talk late-Thursday, early-Friday, OK? Utilize the ghetto comments section: in other words, email opinions to onthedownload at phx dot com. We're working on an actual comments section soon.
If you were at the most recent Punk Rock Flea Market -- the one that kicked off the NEST fest -- you might've encountered a booth where some dood was recording random people performing their own versions of R. Kelly's "Trapped in the Closet" epic. Perhaps you wondered what the fuck was up with that. Now we have an answer.
1. In honor of their Halloween-night performance of "My Humps," which according to the Globe's Joan Anderman sent Fergie "back to the Dark Ages" (since when does the boring broadsheet print racial epithets?), here's that Lil Jon remix mentioned earlier (scroll here to #10), which sends everyone involved back to the primordial ooze.
Amidst all the tempting Halloween show action going on last night, me and the OTD 'rents opted for the Middle East Upstairs showcase, if only because half of Team Zissou were in the band Velvet Morning, who started off the night slaying Radiohead's OK Computer. A venue comfortably packed at the start of the VM's set was sold out well before the witching hour.
This so would have been more interesting yesterday. Sorry.
Jack and Meg cover the recent Tegan and Sara alt-rock hit "Walking with a Ghost." That's about all there is to this one. Finished product: a little disappointing, but then again, so is pretty much everything the White Stripes do these days. Ho hum.
You've already downloaded the title track to Scissorfight's unlawfully mammoth comeback slab "Victory Over Horseshit", a song which takes a potshot at Romney, thereby insuring itself a shelf life reaching well into the Republican presidential primary season. Thanks to Tortuga you can now stream the other two songs as well.
Popped into Great Scott last night for a significant chunk of the Eximious Productions 2nd annual Halloween show. Requirements: dressing up and impersonating the band being covered. Piles, as Spinal Tap, even brought along a Marti DeBergi. Reports, as the Velvet Underground, brought along a Nico. And the Twisted Villagers -- Donna Parker, Jessica Rylan, and Angela, as the Andrews Sisters -- got drunk and forgot their lyrics?? I left before headliners Big Bear got their Weezer on, but it wasn't the first time they've pulled out the Weezer tunes on us fans.
Yes, it's true, no U.V. Protection tonight at the Middle East Downstairs. Neptune's drummer broke his arm, they can't play, & the original headliner Electrolane pulled their contract with their booking agent three weeks ago, so there's too much cost to run the downstairs space at the Middle East to just have two bands, so, the show is canceled.
Man up, Twisted Villagers: we know you don't want to take credit for Devendra Banhart and the Animal Collective (or maybe you do?), but the shit y'all started back in Providence has come full circle. What comes next is straight out the inbox, but on the real, when you're clutching your absinthe in the parking lot, remember to pour one out: Motherfuckers done forgot about Trey
It's true, he moved to California and got a haircut, he's got the Mummy on guitar. But give him a couple verses and he'll be fellating radio programmers, cruising around in a hummer, and replacing the Mummy with a b-movie ghoul. Apples in Stereo dude Robert Schneider, under his Marbles alias, wrote it all down and posted the following tune for kids to play at Halloween parties.
1. We forgot about Jef Czekaj's awesome poster for tonight's Big Bear/Halloween show. Talk about selfless: dude draws a dope poster for a show that's competing with his own band's (see below)? Damn. But shit's kinda inevitable: there's a lot of shows tonight. Peep that poster for Boston Underground Film Festival's zombie dance-party fundraiser at the Milky Way, with chic (and cheeky) electro-bubblegum from FREEZEPOP and EARTH DEFENSE FORCE plus a screening of 2005 "Best of BUFF" winner Graveyard Alive: A Zombie Nurse in Love.
SolidPR dudes just made our favorite-people-ever list by forwarding us these Big Bear photos. Damn.
Our favorite non-metal metal destroyers are reprising their Weezer-cover-band set tonight on a bill with the Andrews Sisters (Twisted Villagers DONNA PARKER & JESSICA RYLAN), Cheap Trick (the RUDDS), and the Velvet Underground (REPORTS).
Halloween jumpoff in effect: for your sinister listening pleasure, DJ BC brings the monster mash, which is sure to include at least a few blends from this here free downloadable booooooo-tleg popsterpiece:
Yeah, so the Asian-looking kid from Linkin Park has a solo (cough) hip-hop record under the name Fort Minor. He also got famous masher-up-er Jay-Z to co-sign the project as "executive producer." Then to set it up he got Eminem's pal Green Lantern to do the mixtape.
Before the advent of iPods, early man was forced to store his music on seven-inch die-cut vinyl spheres, which were sometimes stored in boxes. John Peel, a 20th century British "disc jockey" -- a species of creature now extinct on the planet, which chose his own records from his own boxes and then played them for other people to listen to on the public airwaves -- left such a box behind after his death.