ATP New York Saturday: Photos

Due to budgetary and educational reasons, Pretension and Perk was only able to send a reporter to day 2 of this year's ATP New York. Despite missing what were surely some of the best sets of the weekend (Panda Bear, Boredoms, Jesus Lizard, Suicide), our reporter had a fabulous time, as evidenced by these photographs. A full report will follow tomorrow, and our decade end coverage will resume before the weekend hits.

Everything by Andrew Doerfler.

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Festival grounds

Naught to Be Outdone: Albums, Pt. 2

Hello friends. It's time for part 2 of our newest decade-end feature. As you can tell, there is little rhyme or reason to what features we put up at what time. Though we started off with a live review before moving on to our album list, it has been decided to follow through with the entire list before pursuing other features further. Obviously this is for the benefit of the reader, who is anxiously waiting to hear what the best albums of the decade are. You are very welcome, reader.

Click here part 1 of the list (and a profound, retrospective introduction).

15. Chutes Too Narrow. The Shins. 2003.
"Tone down the reverb. Clean it up; tighten the sound. Experiment a bit. Explore some styles that you hadn't before. Embrace those styles. But still build on what you've done before. Dig deeper. Have more fun. Get emotional. Keep it together." -an excerpt from How I Beat the Sophomore Slump and You Can Too! by James Mercer, published by Books "Pretension and Perk" Just Made Up.

14. Apologies to the Queen Mary. Wolf Parade. 2005.
I don't know what to say about this record. It simply comes as close as any album on the list to fitting my tastes perfectly. I love the way the two major songs writers play off each other, allowing the album to excel in ways that each fellow's separate efforts (see Sunset Rubdown; Handsome Furs) never could. While Spencer Krug's erratic and yelping contributions are the highlights of the album, Boeckner grounds the album with more straightforward indie rock songs. Instrumentally, the two also click: the layering of synth and guitar parts is done exquisitely, creating some of the most triumphant and rich sounds of the decade. Oh, look. I guess I could say something about the album.

13. The College Dropout. Kanye West. 2004.
DISCLAIMER: I know I'm contradicting myself. In the previous segment, I lauded Jay-Z's The Blueprint for its perfect structure; a tight and condensed effort that doesn't rely on guest spots or throwaways. I said I wished more rap albums were made that way. But here is College Dropout, an album that breaks every single one of those rules, three spots higher on the list. The fact of the matter is that Kanye knows what he's doing. When he makes moves that normally make me cringe, I don't mind. His skits are amusing, but don't seem like misguided attempts at comedy. All the guests prove that they deserve to be there, but they also don't steal Kanye's thunder (I doubt he would let that happen). And the beats, hooks, and flows are so strong and delightful that seventy six minutes does not feel too long. I guess I'm just another one of the millions of teens who fell for the guy who doesn't play by the rules.

12. Fever to Tell. Yeah Yeah Yeahs. 2003.
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs have certainly matured a lot over the years, but Karen O remains a very primal and ferocious creature, and the group was at its finest when the music was as raw and untamed as its leader. This album does not mess around. There's no filler; 37 unrelenting minutes of pure garage rock. The songs are fast, hard, and biting. Hell, even the song names are: "Rich". "Pin". "Maps". "Tick". Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. All right, they do tone it down quite a bit for "Maps", but that's because--in addition to it just being a pretty beautiful song--Karen and the gang don't want too much raucous rawk rocking your face too hard. They're looking out for you, listener.

11. And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out. Yo La Tengo. 2000.
Yo La Tengo is a band of the nineties. And they're damn close to being the band of the nineties: I Can Hear the Heart Beating as One and Painful rank as two of the finest discs of that decade, and the rest of their body of work holds up damn well too. Yo La Tengo's last few efforts, though, sound like greatest hits records; each track recalls a highlight from their output while the albums as a whole lack cohesive directions. And Then Nothing Turns Itself Inside Out marks the trio's last successful attempt to create a record with a distinctive personality. The disc sees Yo La Tengo venturing into a darker region of music, and maintains a moody overcast even when a song gets poppy. And it doesn't hurt that the group's best song, the upbeat and fuzzy "Cherry Chapstick", is on the album. A great way to start the decade.

A quick break from decade coverage...

Yes, we're running behind on our Naught to Be Outdone feature, but yesterday the game changed.

Atlas Sound's Logos leaked. And it is a serious contender for album of the year. hashtaghypehypehype

This delicious unauthorized release of intellectual property without the creator's consent jolted us back to focusing on the current year rather than the decade as a whole. On that note... here's Pretension and Perk's diary of 2009 so far.

1 Jan. Still recovering from the awesomeness of the Animal Collective album leak.
3. Jan. Blogs declare Merriweather Post Pavilion album of the year; resulting backlash is astonishing. Not sure I want to live in a world where people don't like MPP.
19 Jan. Starting to get worried.... maybe MPP isn't so great after all. What if I just like it cos Pitchfork does? Do I have any opinions?
2o Jan. Animal Collective tour dates!!!1
12 May. Animal Collective plays Philadelphia's Electric Factory. Greatest night of ~2500 people's lives, including mine.
1 Sept. Logos leaks.

(I promise, Part 2 of our album list is coming soon)

Naught to Be Outdone: Albums, Pt. 1

Remember when the world was all abuzz with this idea that the album was "dying"? With the world's newfound ability to buy individual songs via the mp3, appreciation for an entire 45 minutes with one artist would quickly fall, and albums would cease to exist.

Well, they weren't entirely off base. Album sales have indeed dropped. And though artists are still churning out the LPs, who knows, maybe this "death" is just taking a bit longer than we expected. Regardless, the Decade of the Mp3 still managed to produce some damn fantastic albums. Sexy, droney, hooky, fuzzy albums that pushed music in interesting directions, just as albums had in the last 5 decades (without the hindrance of the mp3). Here are a few of Pretension and Perk's favorites.

20. Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea. PJ Harvey. 2000.
Polly Jean Harvey has repeatedly insisted throughout her career that she was not influenced heavily by Patti Smith. Despite the overwhelming evidence against her (see: almost every PJ Harvey song), I am inclined to believe her, if only for the sheer honesty she puts into her fifth album Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea. Simultaneously beautiful and rough as hell, the album finds PJ reaching a balance she has been on the verge of for her entire career. PJ, we beg of you: stop messing around with that John Parish fellow and give us more albums like this.


19. Franz Ferdinand. Franz Ferdinand. 2004.
Oh my god. What a sexy album. This thing is just dripping with a pansexual intensity. The hooks are what pull you in first, which, though incredible, are just the foreplay. After a bit, your mind clears and you notice the subtleties. Alex Kapranos' articulation is sultry and comforting, inviting and menacing. The the guitar licks bite you, then heal you back up. The slow builds... the resolves. What are you left to do?: Let it happen again and again for thirty-eight point seven minutes. Oh yes.


18. Sound of Silver. LCD Soundsystem. 2007.
For his sophomore effort, the consistently brilliant and consistently disheveled James Murphy sacrifices some of the biting wit found in tunes like "Losing My Edge" for a bit more heart and soul. And it works. "Someone Great" takes on the question of starting over with a repeating hum that drills into your brain; "All My Friends", meanwhile, builds on a single, droning piano riff to create a middle-age examining-masterpiece that defies classification. But by no means is his edge gone: "North American Scum" is a sly jab at the oversimplified criticism of American culture. Murphy's edge and soul finally converge in the album's closer, "New York, I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down", a song that shows him trying out a surprisingly traditional rock structure. Of course, it succeeds. Is my man-crush blatantly obvious yet?

17. The Woods. Sleater-Kinney. 2005.
When Sleater-Kinney announced their hiatus in 2006, they couldn't have been going off on a better note. Their final album sees the band not summing up their career (as so many swan songs do), but rather continuing to expand their sound. Dirtier and more elaborate riffs ground the girls' intense and desperate wails in both the album's lead single "Entertain" and the epic, 11-minute "Let's Call it Love". But it's "What's Mine is Yours" that hits the hardest: the songs swings like the girls have never swung before, but ultimately degenerates into a more familiar fuzzy mess. "It's either run or fight," yelps Corrin Tucker, just before howling in a prolonged drawl, "I'M STILL RUNNING." Hey, the band might have chosen flight over fight, but perhaps it was for the best. It would be pretty hard to create a more perfect final memory.

16. The Blueprint. Jay-Z. 2001.
Sure the hooks are great. The samples are well chosen and well placed. And Jay's flow has rarely been smoother. But what really puts this album over the top is the structure: no skits, no throwaways, and no guest rappers except one instance in which the guest is very much warranted to be there. Jay crafted The Blueprint the way more rap albums should be crafted, and he backed it up with the finest set of songs he has put out to date. It would have been an utter shame to see them spread thin by joke tracks or cheapened by lazy verses by the hot new rapper of the month. Hova proves again and again he knows just what he's doing. --insert any of the thousands of relevant, self confident Jay quotes here--.

Naught To Be Outdone: LiveJournal, part 1

As a relatively young music fan, I naturally did not start actively listening to/consuming/obsessing over music until this decade had already been quite underway. The naughts, consequently, entirely shaped my taste in music. My experiences as a concertgoer perhaps contributed to that shaping of taste more than anything else. Since the first show I went to in 2003, a handful of concerts stand out as especially important to my life as a music fan; performances that caused something to click inside me; shows that screamed, "This is what music is. Find more of this."

December 2nd, 2004. The Hives.
2004 was an important year for this founder of Pretension and Perk: I took my first steps away from 70s punk and into modern music. It took a few heavy hitters to make this happen, though. First off, Modest Mouse's "Float On" broke into the mainstream. Then Interpol's Antics showed me a more fun and accessible kind of post-punk. And finally, Franz Ferdinand set a new standard for the pop-rock album with their self-titled debut.

That last one is what led me to Camden, NJ's Tweeter Center on December 2nd. The Y100 "Feastival" boasted a mediocre lineup headlined by Good Charlotte and Jimmy Eat World, but the promise of my newest Austrian archduke-named obsession was too good to pass up. Franz, as it turned out, had not quite mastered their stage presence yet. But I didn't leave the Tweeter disappointed.

For a group of Swedish rascals in black and white suits made it their duty to completely annihilate the ears of the Good Charlotte-adoring teeny boppers that had made their way to Camden that night. But the Hives managed to maintain proficiency in musicianship despite their raw, ferocious energy. Today I know this is not exactly a rare feat, but when this group was surrounded by the lackluster performances by Jimmy Eat World, Silvertide (one of the worst shows I've ever seen), and Franz Ferdinand, I couldn't help but be amazed.

While the band churned out balls-out garage punk song after balls-out garage punk song, frontman Howlin' Pelle Almqvist combined Jagger-esque stage moves with obnoxious, self-deprecating egotism into something all his own. The unbridled conceit and undeniable swagger of Almqvist left a young me completely enthralled. He simply refused to accept that anyone could think that The Hives were not the greatest band in the world. I certainly wasn't going argue. I hardly can today.

And I promise, I left 3 songs into Good Charlotte's set.

Naught To Be Outdone: Pretension and Perk sums up the decade

We all know Pitchfork is the golden standard for music websites. So while some may say, "Hey guys it's only August; why are you doing some end of decade junk", I can just slap them with a link.

pitchfork.com, lol

End of argument.

So here's what you can expect from Pretension and Perk in the coming weeks:
*livejournal: a diary of concert experiences
*20 best albums of the naughts
*The songs that changed how the founder of Pretension and Perk looked at music, and thus led to the creation of Pretension and Perk
*The Bands of the Decade

And probably some other things! We at P'n'P like to think of ourselves as organic writers- unexpected ideas will appear out of the work we put into our other pieces. But, as longtime readers know all to well, sometimes articles we have planned to and/or stated that we will write never appear. You must take the good with the bad.

+Acknowledgments to BenB for coming up with the title for this feature. Where would we be without him?

Pictures from the Dan Deacon, No Age, and Deerhunter Pool Party Extravaganza

On Saturday, August 1st, a private airport/pool/resort in Medford, NJ hosted the second stop one of the most unique tours of the year. For Dan Deacon, No Age, and Deerhunter's Round Robin shows, all three bands set up simultaneously, creating a constant, "seamless piece of music." Indeed, the Flying W Airport was the place to be; the night saw Dan Deacon playing on a swing set, No Age's Randy Randall thrown into the pool, and Deerhunter's Bradford Cox using detective skills to find the sneak who stole his bag of picks. Pictures by me follow. The camera that took the pixx is owned by fellow blog-runner John Teoli (of Quality New Music).

Opener Ed Schrader delights with all too appropriate songs about gas stations attendants (appropriate because we were in New Jersey) and airplanes (appropriate because we were at an airport)





















Dan Deacon, as expected, embraces his inner child.
































Could that be BEEEEEEEANNNSS??
















Deerhunter was good, but not too photogenic. Also they were slightly obscured by the deck. #excusesforbadphotography


















Bad photo of No Age and airplanes, but actually the better of the two No Age photos I took. SORRY FOLKS WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH READERS TO HIRE A PHOTOGRAPHER.

The Roots Picnic was good times

HERE IS A ROUND UP OF WHAT HAPPENED, OK? And also detailed accounts of Black Thought's wardrobe every time he appeared onstage.
also I forgot to take pictures. *sad face*

The Roots opened the festival!
They jammed with the Jabberwockees and two of the New Kids on the Block. Jordan Knight didn't do anything but Donnie Wahlberg spat a line or two. Then they covered "Jungle Boogie". I would have preferred a Black Thought-Jordan Knight duet of "Jungle Fever". Tuba Gooding Jr. huffed and puffed and ?uestlove was predictably badass.
Black Thought wore shorts, a white polo, and a baseball cap!

Elevator Fight?
I did not know this crazy group of kids was playing the festival. They let us know that they are not called the Pipes and they were pretty ok at music! Also the lead singer is Lenny Kravitz's daughter.

Busdriver figuratively drove that bus!
A quirky fellow with a rapid staccato-like flow. He only played four songs, but he made his mark even among the aging hip hop fans who just came for Public Enemy and the Roots (I overheard an older gentleman behind me, who before the set did not know Busdriver's name, say, "Well he drove that bus, didn't he?" He sure as hell did.)

Antibalas was exactly what I expected!
Multiculturalism! Antibalas is an Afrobeat group and everyone in the band is very good at what they do. It was a pretty fun show. Just not really my "thing", as the kids say.

Then Santigold came on!
She had a full band and two way cool dancers. The dancers wore big ol' sunglasses and kept completely emotionless, stoic visages while their bodies suggested just the opposite. Santigold likes to smile and dance (which are good things indeed!)!

The Black Keys had sound problems!
Dan Auerbach blew out his amp so hard and after a long intermission they had a bit of trouble recovering the pace of the set. They both are still very good at playing instruments, though.

Public Enemy fought the power!
They were recreating their classic It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold us Back. But they didn't play it in order. They're not even going to conform to the expectations they themselves set, boi.
This was the first time the album had been recreated with a full band. But this was not just any full band. It was the Roots themselves! (And also Antibalas, but that is not as exciting (sorry Antibalas).) Flavor Flav was just as excited as I was about this, frequently saying that performing with the Roots was his "most legendary moment". This set was pretty much perfect, from the giant collective of enthusiastic musicians onstage to the lyrical intensity of Chuck D.
Black Thought wore a blue polo shirt and a different hat! He was also still wearing shorts.

TV on the Radio made the best album of this decade so far!
They played more songs from the new one, though. Which is OK, I guess. But the peaks of the set were clearly the older songs, such as "Young Liars", which they opened with. "Staring at the Sun" and "Wolf Like Me" were expected highlights, while "A Method" was an unexpected highlight. For "Method" they had a handful of chil'en come out and play percussion instruments. I do not know who each child belong too.

Then the Roots finished us off!
And they like covers, including covers of "Sweet Child o' Mine" and "Bad to the Bone." Amanda Diva came out to duet with Black Thought. She was pretty good on Q-Tip's last album and she was pretty good at the Roots Picnic. Unfortunately, I had to leave a bit into this set, but according to Rolling Stone, they ended up only playing 3 actual Roots songs. But then again, they also say that DJ Jazzy Jeff was actually there, so what do they know?

Oh, and Black Thought wore a long sleeve thermal, jeans, and another different hat!

Overall: F- because Jazzy Jeff did not show up :[

Two of the best active artists are releasing albums in September, or: I am excited for September

September is looking like it will be a good month.
Yesterday, two of the world's best active artists both announced release dates for new albums. Yussssss.

According to the Matablog, indie rock champions and amazing live act Yo La Tengo will put out Popular Songs on September 8th. Earlier this year, Yo La Tengo, under the name "the Condo Fucks", released Fuckbook, an album that can only be described pure fun. The blog post announcing Popular Songs seems damn excited for the new album. I share the feeling.

Three days later, the third installment of Jay-Z's Blueprint series will find its way to stores. Originally rumored to be a February release, Jay and Kanye West, who is producing the album, have spent the last several months perfecting the Blueprint 3, which will be Jay's first to not be released on Roc-a-Fella Records. Talking with MTV, Kanye insists that the album will be worth the wait. 'Ye, in the same interview, also mentions that the album will have no auto-tune. I am certainly on board.

In short, two albums were just added to my "Records that I should actually purchase" list.

Setlist from Animal Collective last night

Just in case anyone was wondering, here are the songs they played. Hope everyone (or anyone) enjoyed (or actually read) my Twittering last night.

Setlist from memory, with highlights in italics:
In the Flowers
Who Could Win a Rabbit
My Girls
Summertime Clothes
Leaf House
What Would I Want Sky (new)
Lablakely Dress-> Fireworks
Lion in a Coma
Daily Routine
Brothersport
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Bleed (new)
Also Frightened
Slippi

TECHNOLOGY

Here at Pretension and Perk, we are big fans of the future. It sounds like a pretty cool time. Because of this, we embrace any possible hints at what it may be like, such as "The Twitter". Maybe you have heard of it. We're going to operate under the assumption that you have indeed heard of it and are far more familiar with it than we are.

As you may have noticed in our "Pretension and Perk will totally be at" section, a staff writer (who, as it turns out, is also the editor, founder, and writer of this and all posts at Pretension and Perk) will be attending Animal Collective's show tonight at the Electric Factory. In order to provide our readers with the most up-to-the-minute coverage of this show, our reporter will be utilizing Pretension and Perk's Twitter account. The fact that approximately 90% of our readers will actually be at this show does not discourage us one bit. Check it out from 8:30-11:30, because that is probably when things will be happening.

albums reviews based on the first play on words that I make from the album title

Bonnie "Prince" Billy- Beware
You should beware of this album.

Woods- Songs of Shame
It's a shame that these songs are so awful.

Pains of Being Pure at Heart- Pains of Being Pure at Heart
More like the Pains of Listening to This Album.

Morrissey- Years of Refusal
I wish this had been the year that I refused to listen to another terrible Morrissey release.

Dirty Projectors- Bitte Orca
I would rather bite an orca than listen to this album again? ...sorry

Bill Callahan- Sometimes I Wish We Were an Eagle
Sometimes I wish I had not bothered with this record.

Magnolia Electric Co.- It's Made Me Cry
Too easy.

White Rabbits- It's Frightening
Too easy.

Fischerspooner- Entertainment
Hardly qualifies as such.

I am forced to inquire: what now, bizz-itches?

Mika Miko has instantly become very close to my heart

Mika Miko is sufficiently rad to fill any sort of voids that Be Your Own Pet's split might have left. Basically, they dish out most things I love and have ever loved about punk rawk. So, to pay homage to what Mika Miko does so well, I'm going to keep this post short and simple.

Mika Miko is way hawt and you should buy their album We Be Xuxa.
And I actually just kept the post short and simple because I am lazy. What was that I had said about a Dinosaur Jr. review?

I can has logo?

The answer to the above question is a resounding "yes"!
Thanks to the immense generosity of John Teoli (founder, editor, and sole contributor to a quality new music blog called Quality New Music), Pretension and Perk now has a logo. Teoli rose to the challenge quite proficiently, satisfying all three of my requirements: it had to include me, it had to have a gramophone, and it had to fit the color scheme. He even managed to keep any sort of obscene images out of this logo, which came as a huge surprise to me.

I'm so goshdarned excited that I might actually write that review of the Dinosaur Jr. show after all! But just so you know it will mostly be just complaints about the venue.

kisses,
Andrew

Family Fun Night!, or: the Spinto Band w/ the Sin City Band, or: My most legitimate blog post yet

I enjoy going to shows more than anything else, and that's saying something in a world that offers pornography and foie gras. My community, however, has for years had rather limited options for live music.

So obviously I was thrilled when I was discovered in January that a new concert venue would be opening up not only in Kennett Square, but 2 blocks from my house. The Kennett Flash promised "the best national, regional, and local recording artists live in Historic Kennett Square". Sounds good to me.

Four months later, my attendance record at the flash included nought but two open mic nights. Turns out $15 is a lot to drop on an artist that I've never heard of. And, unfortunately, with all the great music constantly coming out these days, local bluegrass bands haven't exactly been on my radar. And thus on Friday, the locally-born and locally-loved Spinto Band, being the first artist on the Flash's schedule who I was at all familiar with (and who recently celebrated Record Store Day with an instore performance at the fantastic Rainbow Records in Newark, DE), put on my first actual concert at the Flash.


















The show was billed as "A Family Affair": the fathers of a few Spinto Band-members opened with their group The Sin City Band. The Sin City Band enjoys tonk of the honky persuasion. A fun, sing-a-long set, the band covered old country standbys while mixing in some crowd-pleasing, local-referencing originals. The pinnacle of the set, though, was the family get-together. The Spinto Band came out to help finish off their papas' show with a rousing medley of "Shake, Rattle and Roll" and "Shortnin' Bread".

The Spinto Band took the stage for their set less than fifteen minutes later. Instantly noticeable onstage was a small, guitar-shaped piñata with a "Happy Birthday" balloon attached. I assumed, obviously, that it was a band member's birthday. It turns out it was the band's birthday--they have just completed 10 years as a group. I was quite surprised, as these fellows are certainly no older than their mid 20s. It turns out the whole "fathers in a band together" thing got them playing music with each other at an early age. I had no clue they had been around so long; I guess my previous assertion that they were "the first artist on the Flash's schedule who I was at all familiar with" was a bit of a stretch.

To celebrate the occasion, the band decided to pepper throughout their set rarely played tunes from earlier in their twee-tastic discography, which I was unable to wholly appreciate due to my lack of intimate familiarity with the band and which I only was aware of due to the fact that the band said so. But I felt like I was witnessing something rare despite those drawbacks, especially when they played "I Saw the Spider", a 50 second, 5 word (they replace "saw" with "killed" in the second verse) drone that has never been performed live before.

A high-energy show throughout, the meager corner in the Flash set aside as a "dance floor" was surprisingly well utilized. The band kept a good pace, alternating vocals between guitarist/lutist Nick Krill and bassist/kazooist Thomas Hughes. With his ridiculous smile and spazzy dancing, Hughes is certainly the more enthusiastic and energetic of the two, while Krill is a more natural and engaging performer. Hughes' entertainment is obvious and more instantly amusing, but Krill keeps the show grounded. And hell, Krill's songs are just better. Admittedly, I make that statement based only on hearing the songs performed live that night: the only tune I knew going in was "Oh, Mandy" (which was ace).

But, as with the opening, the definite highlights of the night arose when the two generations shared the stage. The Sin City Band's Scott Birney and Steve Hobson each made brief, much appreciated appearances during the set, and the show climaxed when both took the stage for a rendition of Van Morrison's "Gloria".

So the show was surprisingly high energy and engaging for a venue filled with seated tables. But the atmosphere alone at the Flash would be enough to pull me back more than a few times this summer. Just don't expect me to pay $8.50 for that cheese plate again.

photo credits: my pa (which I suppose adds to the whole family theme)

This is to hold you over

I didn't do a real update yesterday and I probably won't today, so I am making a short update to hold you over until I finally post my review/pictures of the Spinto Band show.


This post is called #1 Reason Why Vinyl Is the Best Music Format. lolz?

Some songs to listen to today

Today is Shakespeare's birthday so here is a song that has Shakespeare's name in the title.

Shakespeare's Sister - The Smi...

It is also my father's birthday so here is a song with the word "father" in the title.

You Are A Runner And I Am My F...

From the Desk of Pretension & Perk

Dear PJ Harvey,
Stop hanging out with that John Parish punk.

Dear My Bloody Valentine,
Stop trying to preserve your precious mystique and do a real tour.

Dear Kanye West,
Stop dicking about with Auto-Tune and make a rap album.

Dearest Animal Collective,
Stop thinking that I'll masturbate to whatever you put out. You're close, but not quite at that point yet.

Dear Pixies,
Stop being flighty and decide whether or not you exist and are making music.

Dear Antony and the Johnsons,
Stop making music.

Love,
Andrew

The Lollapalooza Lineup Came out Today

I have gone to Lollapalooza for the past 3 years. It is a splendid festival. So excuse me when I say FUCK YOU C3 for booking Lou Reed, Animal Collective, the Decemberists, Deerhunter, Dan Deacon, and Band of Horses the year that I'm not going to be able to come. Animal Collective DJ set? That is going to be so fly. I AM SO ENRAGED THAT I CAN HARDLY CTRL+V THIS LINK.

(link to lineup)

Meh to the headliners, but solid middle.
Also, how the hell is Jane's listed so low? Perry managed to get his band Satellite Party to be billed in the top 10 acts in 2007; you'd think he'd be able to get the band that people actually care about on the first line.

Review: Pains of Being Pure of Heart

I thought I was listening to the new Pains of Being Pure of Heart album the other day, but then I realized that I just had "Thorn" by My Bloody Valentine on repeat. So A+!