Paramore It's a cold, cruel world out there, but life is what you make it. That's the advice Paramore give in their new song, "Hello Cold World." "It's such a cold, cold world and it's got me down. But I'll just get back up as long as it spins 'round. Hello cold world," frontwoman Hayley Williams sings on the kicky, uptempo track's chorus. "Hello Cold World" is the latest track the band's debuted in their recently-launched Singles Club , a spot on their official website where new [...]
Paramore , quien hace rato que está bastante alejado de las radios y eventos para grabar un nuevo proyecto que tienen, presentó su nuevo single: "Hello Cold World" . Después de haber lanzado "Renegade" que fue la primera presentación de Singles Club que es una iniciativa de la banda a través de la cual están lanzando un track por mes durante tres meses. Así los seguidores pueden comprar sólo el que les guste (o todos, o ninguno). El próximo single se tratará de "In The Morning" [...]
The second of three new tunes premiering via the Paramore Singles Club has arrived. "Hello Cold World", an upbeat pop-rock number, finds Hayley Williams singing about the nervousness and trials of being a young adult: "We can hope and we can pray that everything will work out fine / but you can't just stay down on your knees, the revolution is outside." Get an earful of Paramore's latest below. Last month Paramore unveiled the singles club and stated on their official site , "As most of you [...]
Dayton, Ohio's Motel Beds ( facebook / twitter ) managed to produce an album earlier this year in Sunfried Dreams that got their local scene all-a-chatter with their simple blues and rock'n'roll tunes and for a damn good reason. Each track is led by a beautiful rocking guitar riff, with everything else following up with that rock swagger that makes you remember why you fell in love with guitar music in the first place. Our friends over at Turntable Kitchen are releasing my favourite track from Sunfried Dreams, Western Son , [...]
Launching into a new monthly(ish) 12" singles club called Club Mod , the kids at one of our fave labels Modular Records have gotten the Norwegian boys in 120 Days to compile the 90th edition of their playlist, the Modcast . The band will release the single "Osaka" on October 4 in the US, along with remixes from Diskjokke and Sidwho. Tracklist: 01 Alvin Lucier - I Am Sitting In A Room 02 Roberto Cacciapaglia - Sonanze: 2nd Movement 03 Tangerine Dream - Thru Metamorphic Rocks 04 Dr Kevorkian - Aftermath [...]
When labels gain a particular profile, they're sometimes bold enough to launch a Singles Club, like SubPop and Kindercore, trading on their name as a sign of quality. Oddbox seem to have also reached that point, with twenty or so releases in various shades of indiepop as well as running gigs and clubs. The general quality of the initial Singles Club releases suggests that Oddbox has now developed a dependable sound and roster. For early subscribers there's a pack of bag and badges, three vinyl singles plus a clever code for [...]
And the boys in he 8-bit thrash band are already on their second single release, all being done online and all freely available to stream, download and share alike. Each single from Anamanaguchi comes with awesome cover art and two other tracks in each package. The gang have been hard at work doing film soundtracks [...]
One of the strangest things, to me, pop culturally, is how Liv Tyler could have possibly been conceived from Steven Tyler. Dude's an ugly man, for certain. Let's pause for a second and consider the possible scenarios here. First, maybe Liv got the recessive genetic traits, long dormant in the Tyler line. Perhaps a secondary hypothetical might discuss the toll drugs and excess have taken on the Aerosmith front man, and this plays into the whole mix. In any case, Liv Tyler, to me, has always embodied a kind of graceful poise; she's a pearl and her father is the [...]
Independent rock and roll seems cleanly cleaved into a couple different groups, at least when it comes to the role sex plays: asexual well-behaved (largely) pale dudes in skinny jeans and hyper-sexual bad boys, also largely pale and donning the ever-present skinny jeans. Electric Tickle Machine falls clearly into the latter category, with lyrics about pussy power and disease complemented by a sex-pout style seen on frontmen throughout the history of rock. I mean, shit, their debut release, Blew It Again , has a faceless lassie's not quite [...]
Independent rock and roll seems cleanly cleaved into a couple different groups, at least when it comes to the role sex plays: asexual well-behaved (largely) pale dudes in skinny jeans and hyper-sexual bad boys, also largely pale and donning the ever-present skinny jeans. Electric Tickle Machine falls clearly into the latter category, with lyrics about pussy power and disease complemented by a sex-pout style seen on frontmen throughout the history of rock. I mean, shit, their debut release, Blew It Again , has a faceless lassie's not quite [...]
Debate time, friends. Here's your prompt: Is Nick Diamonds the hipster answer to Justin Timberlake? This is what I've been asking myself lately anyway, at least since the last Islands record, Vapours , came out last month on Anti- . The song that's really behind this particular topic of wonder, "No You Don't," has been bouncing around the internet since July, and while the general spin on Vapours is that it is more minimalistic than previous Diamonds offerings, I'll argue that "No You Don't" [...]
Hit play on the lead single from the recently released Electric Owls' record Ain't Too Bright. Listen to that sweet acoustic intro, backed by a subtly dancing bell sound, punctuated by a hard rock power chord at the ten second mark, launching into sweet multi-tracked vocals ranting about telekenesis and so on. The rest of the song is clearly good, but the first thirty seconds or so are truly amazing. The interplay of soft and loud, the vaguely seventies vibe of the vocals, the grandiose nature of the whole presentation all hit me right between the eyes. The [...]
I'm not going to lie and pretend we don't post remixes on this site, because we do. Ten times out of eleven, however, the remixes are only mildly interesting to me. Many times I find them revolting and really dislike the way people run with other songs and launch themselves in viral popularity because of someone else's musicianship. I suppose, in that sense, it's a bit of a cop-out. I haven't personally posted a Don Diablo track for this exact reason. Strategically timely email notifications about new mixes don't appeal to me usually. This is why hit's nice [...]
I'm home from work today because the right side of my face is swollen to roughly twice its normal size. My doctor gave me some antibiotics, hypothesizing that I was bitten in my sleep by some sort of nefarious insect. I have a slightly wilder theory. I believe a gypsy put a curse on me. I was haggling over the price of a donkey this weekend with a travelling band of Eastern Europeans and secured what I thought was an excellent deal for both parties. The state of my face implies that the gypsy thought she got a raw deal. [...]
I just wrapped up an annotated bibliography (you're reading this on Thursday afternoon, but I'm writing it in the wee hours of Thursday morning). Annotated bibliographies are inherently soul-sucking: read, summarize, evaluate, repeat as necessary. Granted, I have a slightly deeper understanding of my potential dissertation topic now, but my eyeballs might fall out of my head. And I've had way too much coffee. I turned to my electronic mail for some good news (there is no good news in annotated bibliography land, only lather, rinse, repeat). I opened up an email from the Dead Oceans people to [...]
The first time the singer from Morningbell (it's either Trevor or Eric Atria; they're both listed on vocals and I don't know the band well enough to tell them apart) laces into the phrase "We're marching off to war" in the new song of the same name, right around the one minute mark, your ears are going to pick up; it sounds exactly like Perry Farrell circa 1990. I shit you not. The same gravelly, power packed delivery melting into primal howl that Perry perfected on "Mountain Song" is all over the vocals on "Marching Off to War," which is [...]
The first time the singer from Morningbell (it's either Trevor or Eric Atria; they're both listed on vocals and I don't know the band well enough to tell them apart) laces into the phrase "We're marching off to war" in the new song of the same name, right around the one minute mark, your ears are going to pick up; it sounds exactly like Perry Farrell circa 1990. I shit you not. The same gravelly, power packed delivery melting into primal howl that Perry perfected on "Mountain Song" is all over the vocals on "Marching Off to War," which is [...]
We here at Citizen Dick World Enterprises like to stay ahead of the curve, or at least in pace with it. Sometimes, however, we miss a beat. We've taken one another to task for such ball droppage in the past and promise to continue doing so. While we cannot go back in time and fix such mistakes, we can reach back into the near past and drop a tasty nugget of tunage (apparently I'm channeling Phish today) for you to check out. Such is the case with today's singles club entry, "Truth Is" from The Sky Drops [...]
You can't throw a rock in Cleveland without hitting Beaten Awake. Since our launch in January, we've seen the Kent natives open for Heartless Bastards and Crocodiles. (And one other act, I think, but it escapes me. Little help?) In the next couple of months, they'll warm things up for Built to Spill and Meat Puppets when those acts blow through Cleveland. The band's second record will be out on Fat Possum soon, featuring production work from Patrick Carney (you know, the Black Key that isn't Dan Auerbach). In short, Beaten Awake have been on the Cleveland radar for awhile. [...]
I'm just rolling in from Open House, that yearly celebration of the start of a new school year that keeps me at work for a fifteen-hour day. I stumbled into the parking lot, bleary-eyed and hoarse-throated, turned the key on the Dickmobile and had the sad thought that I have to be back in the same spot in nine hours. My Pops always breaks my balls in the summer, telling me that I only have a part time gig. In short, my ass. When I got home, I kissed a nearly slumbering Mrs. Citizen on the cheek and [...]
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