Mash-ups aren't so much my thing -- I’d much rather listen to a stupidly ironic cover than a bastardized version of two different songs -- but it seems fate has intervened to make me a believer. Someone very clever, who obviously has impeccable taste, went ahead and mixed Thom Yorke's ghostly "Atoms For Peace" with "Because of You," Kelly Clarkson's blood-pumping break-up hymnal.
DOWNLOAD: Eject, "Clementine" (mp3)
As one half of the awesome synthpop duo Cassette, force-multiplying hired keyboardist behind bands like Lovewhip and Campaign for Real Time, and flag-waving remixer for the idiosyncratic DIY/electro collective Compound 440r, Michael Potvin is one of the dudes who is singlehandedly big-upping Boston's party-music coefficient.
You see these things floating around the web all the time -- some studio engineer "sneaks" out 15 seconds of some megastar's new hit, which then miraculously finds its way onto every fan board and blog on the internerd. At least pop's hype machine offers the illusion of subtlety, even if somewhere it's inked in as part of the marketing plan.
West side, west side?: Alex M on blast.
Holy shit. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand the Laguna Beach withdrawal any longer -- aside: why the fug hasn’t MTV done a marathon yet this summer? Don’t get me wrong, The Hills makes me dangerously happy, but I’m still dying for a good look at the new senior gang and some juicy draaaaama over here! -- OTD got wind of the fact that Alex M.
So there: now that we got the new Justin Timberlake song posted and Mass metal stars big-upped, OTD is off to Madonna, because we haven't seen our girl in about five years. You know with all the disco balls and children's books and whatnot, we kind of lost track of whether or not she's still got anything to do with Maverick.
It dropped. It's fire. Our elevator pitch? It's Justin's "Slave 4 U" -- and not just because of the line "You see these shackles baby, I'm the slave." Also the asymmetrical beat and chopped techno synths. Pure filth. These people might know something about it. Everyone thank Benzi by buying the new Summer Madness mixtape.
All photos (c) Byron Smith
Panic! at the DiscoJuly 2 at Avalon, Boston
OTD ran into one of our older fishwrap colleagues at P!@TD -- clearly the old chap had been sent on assignment to figure out, on behalf of his daily tabloid, what all the fuss was about. From his expression, he was unmoved.
In retrospect, it was kind of inevitable, wasn't it?
Consider the facts: Kay Hanley, long time Phoenix darling, writes a song called "Cellars by Starlight," inspired by the Phoenix's indestructible local-music column of the same name. A ploy for us to cover her in the column, yes?
Ah, but no: turns out it was a ploy for her to write the column.
Speaking of how Fueled By Ramen rules the universe, the kids were dying to let us let them shoot Cute Is What We Aim For, who we'll all be talking about in a few months as the next Panic! at the Disco. But we're getting ahead of ourselves. First, they had to play the obligatory packed-solid, buzzed-to-death church show up in Allston, just so all our fave scenesters could say they Saw Them Way Back When.
We all know who invented the internet, but now Letters to Cleo's Kay Hanley -- among many others -- is out to save it.
In case you haven't been following the dastardly battle going down in Congress, Big Telecom is on the verge of wrecking the Web with a fucked-up piece of legislation that would allow internet providers to charge you more money depending on what sites you visit -- or even to block your access to certain sites altogether.
Our problem with Christina Aguilera was never, as people claimed of Britney, that she lacked talent. The problem was always that X-tina was always trying way too hard to convince us she was the Talented One, which was self-evident from the get-go but got annoying every time she reiterated it with some long, precocious vocal excercise in the middle of a perfectly good pop song.
Fact: it is impossible to resist cute white girls who make celebutante hipster music. It's just too damn adorbale. Lily Allen has made off with the blogosphere's hearts, not to mention the New Yorker's, and we fear she's about to ravage ours as well. First three listens? Purely meh. Then bang: it starts raining for a spell and suddenly her song about exchanging dirty looks and throwing elbows with tough cases in the club starts to sound like, I dunno, a Bartles-and-Jaymes version of the Streets? Plus she makes mixtapes where she covers 50 Cent and abuses the air horn sample.
When it's raining, no one can see you cry.
Fresh back from the drizzly Dashboard Confessional gig on City Hall Plaza -- yes, the FNX freebie -- we bring you video shot by our own K. Bonami. Pics and report coming soon.
DOWNLOAD: The Silver Lining, “Cemented Steps” (mp3)
It’s rare to hear a debut album that sounds as fully-realized as the the Silver Lining’s note-perfect, Tony Goddess-produced Well Dressed Blues, which already already has folks describing them as the US’s answer to Magic Numbers.