After hearing “Losing to the Dark” I’m pretty certain Katy Goodman (aka La Sera) could kick both your ass and mine. Blistering guitar and cut-through-the-bullshit lyrics twist her girl-group vocals from sugar-sweet to saccharine tang.
What plays as a nod to The Walkmen in electric gets new life when stripped down on Stone Cold Fox‘s “Seventeen.” Stomp and clap with the celeste and tambourine up top, then check out the original below.
A nice little shot of adrenaline to start your day from Arkansas’s Pagiins. “Yeti Spaghetti” reminds me of the punk bands that littered millennial suburban garages, save the fact the song is actually good instead of just a mash of chords pounded out as quickly as possible. Pogo around for a few minutes and don’t miss the opportunity to bust out your best air guitar at the track’s end.
Gem Club makes me so sad. So, so sad. Sometimes you just need to have your heart wrenched out of your chest and mourn your loss for a few minutes until the needle works its way off the vinyl. It’s true you’ve got a hole where your heart should be, but now you’ve got room to fill it back up again.
Punxsutawney Phil and friends may have seen their shadows and six more weeks of winter on the horizon, but “Dancing” by Little Racer has thawed my brain enough to let me remember that summer is a thing and it is coming. Flats, short floral skirts, and the will to leave the house are all in our future. “Dancing” might just help that future come a little sooner.
Bust out your thick black frames and let your heart beat math rock. If you liked early-2000s Midwestern emo, you’re probably feeling a tidal wave of nostalgia hit you right in the gut. Precision guitars and drums punctuate Ian Gassman’s lingering calls. This is the sound of hope before the eventual breakup.
You’re at your prom. Ruched dresses with sweetheart necklines, crushed velvet bow ties, and tinsel abound. A man bearing a striking resemblance to Vincent Price croons into a boxy silver microphone while the punch bowl sits untouched because everyone is gently swaying on the dance floor. There’s something a bit off, though – everyone looks a bit green around the gills. It wasn’t that your dinners came with a side of salmonella, it’s just that you’ve all been dead for decades.
As a filmmaker, it’s no surprise Joe Chang’s project Gold Light elicits such eerie cinematic images in the span of three minutes. “Last Night (In My Dreams)” spins something both vintage and otherworldly, putting you in the position of being here before, for the first time.