This is an album for breezy summer nights bathed in orange streetlight. Swedish trio Junip have really outdone themselves on their second EP Junip (released April 23rd on Mute). There’s a subtle tenderness to everything; the tracks melt into a beautiful, evocative memory of dusky June evenings walking with your crush’s oversized jacket on your shoulders, sweeping dust into your tennis shoes. Everything is meaningful and gentle but fleeting.
Their previous record, Fields (2010) is certainly the friskier and fierier of the two. If I were breaking both albums down into their elemental molecules, Junip would be the mercurial, liquid stream quenching the aggressive embers of Fields.
So these are my favourite tracks, in the hopes of persuading you to check out this great album: Line of Fire – deliciously evocative of ending-credit rollouts – Suddenly – fuzzy, warm and vaguely folky with its echoed lines – Walking Lightly – meandering, smiling journeys – After All Is Said and Done – I’ve never loved vibraphone more.
5/29 – Troubadour – Los Angeles, CA (2nd Show Added!)
5/30 – Troubadour – Los Angeles, CA **SOLD OUT**
5/31 – Rio Theatre – Santa Cruz, CA
6/1 – Bimbos – San Francisco, CA
6/2 – Doug Fir Lounge – Portland, OR
6/4 – Rio Theatre – Vancouver, BC
6/5 – Neumos – Seattle, WA
6/8 – Cedar Cultural Center – Minneapolis, MN
6/9 – Lincoln Hall – Chicago, IL 6/10 – Great Hall –Toronto, ON
6/12 – Brighton Music Hall – Boston, MA
6/13 – Highline Ballroom – New York, NY
6/15 – 9:30 Club – Washington DC
6/16 – Union Transfer – Philadelphia, PA
I love new music, but when I listen to songs from another generation like this one from David Bowie, I get nostalgic of an era I wasn’t even a part of, we are so heavily saturated with new music (I say this because our e-mail inbox for the blog is so out of control I couldn’t even begin to look at it) its nice to listen to a little retro jam.
I’ll also say that I’m not a massive David Bowie fan, I think Pressure is one of the greatest songs, but I don’t have his entire catalogue, I did have the chance to listen to some of his new music, but wasn’t extremely moved- sorry :S. This song though, is something I can jam to, on repeat, consistently and not be phased. You don’t have to be quite that extreme but I do hope you’ll give it a listen and enjoy (even if you’ve heard it before).
For a long time, Who’s That? Brooown! by the late Brooklyn trio Das Racist has been a favourite music video of mine – you can actually PLAY the game and this hella catchy track has a way of getting stuck in my head all day. Of course, I’ve never beaten it because I always seem to take my sweet time. If you haven’t given it a try yet, here’s your morning time-waster. Good luck dodging your supervisor!
Got a case of the Mondays? Here’s an older Young Empires track that was featured on Parisian music label Kitsuné’s Maison 10 compilation from 2010. Always awesome to see a local band with excellent collaborations.
I haven’t listened to much from Portland’s Blouse, but I like what I’ve heard so far. I’m not surprised, because they’re on Sub Pop, and I could eat their artist roster for breakfast and experience optimized nourished and contentment.
For something more uplifting, check out Blouse’s 2011 track Shadow. Happy Monday!
The weather was cray today. One minute it was sunny and balmy, the next it was hailing chunks of ice the size of pinky fingernails. So I put on my ugliest rainboots, ran around with the dog with snow-crusted eyelashes, and hopped in my parents’ hot tub with a disgustingly sweet cocktail. Cue rainy day music.
Unexpected weather fluxes are always surprising, but unfortunately weird weather is going to be a permanent fixture in our collective future thanks to recent developments regarding climate change. Bummerific. But this isn’t a blog about my environmental activism and feminism (I have Jezebel, The Hairpin, and xoJane for that).
The good news is that we can choose to live in the present. Here are two contemplative songs perfect for capping off your Sunday evening.
By this time, nobody is keeping track of how old we are. Not even us. When it comes to remembering birthdays and anniversaries and other peoples’ feelings, if someone isn’t following me around with a calendar, shouting “PLEASE REMEMBER TO CARE ABOUT THIS” I can guarantee you I will forget. I am too busy preparing a snack. In this respect, I am much like a foraging animal with excellent taste in music.
But for real. Here’s a new one from Oakland’s finest Shannon & The Clams to celebrate. Can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to their new album Dreams in the Rat House out May 21st on Hardly Art.
And here’s two from 2011′s Sleep Talk
Have you fallen in love with them yet? Of course you have.
Here are their upcoming tour dates. They’re not coming anywhere near Toronto, but you know. Just so it’s up there.
06.06.13 – Portland, OR – Mississippi Studios *
06.07.13 – Seattle, WA – Tractor Tavern *
06.08.13 – Missoula, MT – Old Beck VFW Post 209 *
06.10.13 – Minneapolis, MN – 7th Street Entry *
06.11.13 – Chicago, IL – Empty Bottle *
06.16.13 – Montreal, Quebec – La Divan Orange *
06.17.13 – Boston, MA – Great Scott *
06.18.13 – Philadelphia, PA – Kung Fu Necktie *
06.20.13 – New York, NY – Bowery Ballroom *
06.21.13 – Washington, DC – Comet Ping Pong *
06.22.13 – Asheville, NC – Emerald Lounge *
06.23.13 – Atlanta, GA – The Earl *
06.24.13 – Nashville, TN – The Stone Fox *
06.26.13 -Dallas, TX – Club Dada *
06.27.13 – Austin, TX – Mohawk (inside stage) *
I’m three weeks away from moving into my new apartment in Toronto, so I decide it would be a good idea to get my G license before I sell my car.
I wake up on a gorgeous sunny morning. The night before, I was super Type-A and replaced my indicator lightbulbs and topped up my fluids. I make my way to the testing center with some homemade chocolate trail mix and an apple in my pocket.
I wait on standby and luckily, someone cancels. My tester gets into the car and we breeze through all the checkpoints (I even did a parfect parallel park without scraping nearby cars).
I’m flying down the highway at a conservative 100 clicks when I notice that my car has begun making a choking tutter, like a disapproving mother-in-law. I realize the radiator is drier than dust and it’s cooking the motor. I’m white-knuckling the steering wheel as the tester mouths instructions. We’re less than a kilometer back when the car completely dies in an intersection in front of a police officer. She storms out of her vehicle threatening fines while I stammer that my car won’t move. Luckily, some guys push me into a nearby abandoned lot as rush hour traffic whizzes by. The driving tester shakes her head, rips my test, and tells me I’ve failed. My car gets towed away to the wrecking yard.
Now I have no car, no G license, and no way to get to work for the next 3 weeks.
How do I cope? Black Lips on repeat, forever.
I want to laugh and I want to cry
I want to spit, but my mouth is dry
I want to run but I can’t cause my legs don’t go.
Where did they go?