It's not for fear of getting all but absolutely swept away by Blue Hawaii that we're back extolling the virtues of the Montréal-based duo comprising Agor Cowan and Raphaelle Standell-Preston, for to paraphrase Mykki Blanco everything they touch turns to motherfuckin' gold. And live, whether that aptly be at Club Motherfucker's 10th anniversary celebrations or at last weekend's The Great Escape , is when they really come into their own: they cut loose and positively lacerate the itself sublime Untogether LP of earlier on in the year, only to recompose it [...]

Images of Ghost Box Orchestra by Tom Gilmore from Middle East Upstairs... Sam Stambaugh Ghost Box Orchestra , Animal Hospital , Royal Wedding , and The Ocular Audio Experiment Friday, May 10 at Middle East Upstairs Ghost Box Orchestra - Oh, The Moon Hangs Low [...]
For all the furore surrounding début shows these days, few would surely come close in terms of impatient anticipation to that of L.A. lark Banks when, rather than if it comes to be for having accrued a staggering 65,735 SoundCloud plays on this, her latest in only two days, you'd have a task on your hands arguing against her being among the hottest of musical properties these days. And indeed you'd be foolhardy to write off her latest, Warm Water, as anything other than a sultry beauty of utmost potency. A smouldering plea masterfully produced by a certain Orlando [...]
There's an inimitable off-kilt pop dexterity to all that Nikolaj Manuel Vonsild's When Saints Go Machine contrive to fabric, and no longer is Iodine merely 'a chemical element with symbol I and atomic number 532 but instead also a massive splash from the Danes' forthcoming third, Infinity Pool . It's a record which, released in conjunction with EMI, may see the Scandinavian eccentrics enter into a more widespread cognisance and along with the Killer Mike-featuring Love And Respect , Iodine is an incontrovertible highlight that serves as a nebulous billow of avant-garde suavity pumped out of the experimental [...]

After a long day of searching for something to post I came across this song Sandy from Jackson Scott... It's pretty good and you should hear it with your heart as well as your eyes... I mean ears.
I spent many a bittersweet summer down beside the multi-faceted seasides of Swansea and though I may now look back longingly over those estival months of yore, when not glued to substandard music television they were by and large spent foraging for rare treasures down Derricks Music – just about the most ramshackle independent record store imaginable. With sand between the toes and Saint Etienne on the Discman, I'd wish for any form of even faintly compelling band to come out of South Wales' second city though it's only with the emergence of The Adelines that the sepia-stained dream [...]

Up until 10 minutes ago I had never heard of Deep Sea Arcade, now I have and my life is a certain percentage better now because of it. If you would like to increase your "quality of life" percentage take an audible gander at this song.
She's taking aim at a fair few hoops this year, is the all kindsa rad Kim Deal what with The Breeders of course celebrating the 20th anniversary of Last Splash and touring it extensively although far more intriguingly, she's currently kitting up for a solo musical voyage of self-discovery. She's outside the three-point line, and yet she's still smashing 'em home every goddang time: a short while back we were treated to the woozy, existential amble of the mildly surprising Walking With A Killer , and Deal here comes out with another commensurately stonking forthcoming single [...]
The detrimental flipside to the forging of a USP distinctive as that accredited to Brooklyn label Captured Tracks is that you can foreseeably begin to restrict your horizons. That's to say that in honing in on indie-pop vibe indebted to grunge, garage and the oneiric in equal measure, it could then become kinda difficult to escape the confines of that particular, if particularly variegated musical kaleidoscope. Though doing away with convention as is so often the wont of Mike Sniper et al., and thus bringing some monochromic variety to the roster are this Portland, Oregon pairing comprising synth wunderkind [...]
A never-ending source of infinite hope and optimism for the year ahead comes in the sure to be beguiling release of When Saints Go Machine's forthcoming third full-length Infinity Pool , which grows forever more imminent. It's expected to ooze into being in a couple weeks' time and although we've already heard opener Love And Respect , here quickening its pace and so too slicking its latent house aesthetic into something all the more discernible are Ohio duo Teengirl Fantasy who've a consummately mechanical redux to bestow upon us. Featuring snaps of Killer Mike's doughy vocal scattered among [...]
"Those who handlin' damage control don't wish us the best luck" Jaime Meline contends atop a raggedy throwback beat on the first gem to be unearthed from El-P's newly polished escapades alongside Atlanta rap titan and human "Gatling" gun Killer Mike, as the duo combine to become Run The Jewels . And the New Yoiker ain't wrong, for Get It makes for a typically insurgent introduction to what may well transpire to prove an again propitious collaboration, as a faux rap battle rallying against the hackneyed tropes of bling, women, blah blah blah to have long since afflicted hip hop ensues [...]
It's pretty implausible to not go loco for mesmeric Mediterraneana on a day like today, and that's precisely what we've before our baying ears and prying eyes this morning as Chilean maverick Matias Aguayo returns with El Sucu Tucu – a manic ode to a chinchilla-type critter , or so an albeit inaccurate trawl of Google Images may well lead you to believe. Once renowned for his idiosyncratic brand of minimal techno commotion although perhaps most vividly remembered for his featuring as a key ingredient of Battles' Ice Cream belter from a couple years back, [...]
There's nothing quite like a punningly alluring nom de plume and whether that be Joy Orbison or Com Truise, it coats a first impression in an albeit superficial patina of further intrigue. Were I to forge a band right around now, I'd probably go with Waste Coasts and in keeping with wordplay of a wry sartorial theme here's Calgary outfit Lab Coast . Unabashedly schooled in the Bradford Cox school of slackened melancholy, Chris Dadge et al. trend in similarly wistful odes to forgotten summers although unassuming standout As Usual, replete with lyrics lamenting the "apathetic society" that has all but [...]
That inscrutable Swedish psychs Goat should return with a single entitled Stonegoat seems to make absolute sense. We've previously become acquainted with Goatman, Goathead and Goatlord alike, though this rare delicacy from the enigmatic Korpilombolo ensemble could only be more appositely entitled were its sleeve to signal prerequisite directions for maximum enjoyment: roll; kindle; toke 'til smoked . Though that may go some way to intimating toward a languid inertia when in fact, quite antithetically, Stonegoat reeks of a giddy, if ever primordial euphoria that's at once both conscious and conspicuously active as squiggly guitars shadow elaborate [...]
Monday? Innately awful. New BRAIDS ? Ineffably brilliant. They've no need to make Amends for anything in particular, not least as the ringleader of the Montréal troupe Raphaelle Standell-Preston already has our album of the year thus far under her belt in the inscrutably excellent form of Blue Hawaii sophomore, Untogether . It's an endeavour which has by now quite evidently had a not insubstantial impact upon her more widely renowned, and with that revered escapades alongside the blokes of BRAIDS, and I say blokes as opposed to guys as they've recently parted ways with [...]

All Friday music needs to be happy and make you want to stop working and hang out by a large or even small body of water with several friends drinking several beverages. Hey Anna's new song "Dance Until Three" fits this bill like a round peg in a square hole, it goes in AND there is room in the corners for more! Fills those corners with memories you guys ;-)
Following on from last year's adroitly punishing collaborative Carter Tutti Void endeavour alongside Nik Colk Void of Factory Floor, onetime Throbbing Gristlies Chris & Cosey here return to the comfort of intimacy as Carter Tutti and indeed to a degree, Coolicon sees them revert to the motorik intricacy intrinsic to much of Transverse . Though whereas that was then an exploratory, and so too sporadically challenging affair – its songs built with about the same sense of urgency as Darwin's proposed evolutionary theorem, despite being live recordings from a one-off Roundhouse date – this forthcoming [...]

Images of The Black Angels by Tom Gilmore from Royale... Alexandra Valenti The Black Angels , Allah-Las , and Elephant Stone Thursday, April 11 at Royale The Black Angels - Telephone Photos by Tom Gilmore [...]
Badwater will, I'd bet my bottom buck, be one of those classic unheralded records of the year that just so happens to be 2013. It was released midway through January, the month which for self-explanatory motives is so frequently overlooked in the end of years anyhow though most perturbing was the desperate lack of hyperbole to have greeted that initial emission of its dreamy shoegaze consistency. And it's an absolutely mystifying testament to its uniform quality that Lies – the flip to forthcoming single, Caught Up – didn't make the final cut, for this is Speck Mountain [...]

Serving up the latest single to his next full length release Nothing Was The Same , Drake takes on a popular topic in the late-night ballad "Girls Love Beyonce". After a couple more hip hop heavy tracks in "Started From The Bottom" and "5 AM In Toronto" , Graham slows it down plenty on this one backed by vocals from Cocaine 802s James Fauntleroy resulting in a smooth rendition of the Destiny's Child classic "Say My Name". [via] The post Stream: Drake ft. James [...]