Rebecca’s Room (New Waterford, Nova Scotia)

Rebecca’s Room is a project from New Waterford, Nova Scotia (kind of close to Sydney) by Andrew Gillis and Blaine Mills with additional ladyvocals from Rebecca Ratchford & cutie anon. mothbits, plus Blair Lucas from Walrus and Glen Bourgeois.

They are simply a treat – lo-fi, dreamy, lazy bedroom pop that feels just like dipping your fingers into a cold summer lake and swirling them around.


Rights Of Spring is a righteous summer jam. #1 primo stuff, guaranteed. Straight up proof that double-layering the exact same melody between male-female vocalists is a tried-n-true pop hook.


See you there is also a deelite. Super playful, simple, with some interesting, vaguely alarming feedback that loops around in the end.


I bet you’re hooked now, right? Excellent kick drum in Juxtaposed – the whole beat just screams with a closed mouth.


One more, for the boys. That’s you starts with a suspended chord that immediately resolves into perfection. This is the kind of song you put on in the late afternoon, when the sun is just peeking through the curtains and bathing everything in canary gold.

Raised High in Badwater Basin by Andrew Weathers

A slow-waving paper fan – or is it perhaps an exhaling lung? – pushes droplets of sound across Last Light at Sonora Pass. They tremble when they hit the surface. A patch of rough-edged reeds tangles self-consciously.

The sun rises on command as you open your palms to the edge of the horizon. There’s Gold In These Hills doesn’t insist; you can rest your ears; settle in at your own pace. It nestles in the feeling of emptying all the air from your lungs and taking a deliberate, steady breath.

This fan-made video for Com Truise’s 5891 is insanely good

Freelance LA-based cinematographer Marz Miller just created this eerily beautiful and somewhat frightening video for 5891 by Com Truise. The short film was released today and stars T.J. Hamouzas and Sarah Simmons, with animation by Nathan Sam.

5891 is a bonus track on Seth Haley’s 2011 EP Cyanide Sisters. My all-time favourite Com Truise album is 2012’s In Decay. When I was going through a bitter breakup this winter, I decided to go running, and the beautiful arcs and dips of this album ended up matching the cadences of my angry footsteps (and heaving sobs). It might sound like a strange choice for a breakup album (and I hesitate to even call it that, since it was one of those post-millenial non-relationships), but my hookup was an emotional deadbeat with excellent taste in music and introduced me to Com Truise. So thanks bud!

5891 – Com Truise (Princeton) Soundcloud | Facebook | Twitter | Website

My favourite tracks from In Decay are all nestled around the beginning of the album and can still make me feel that wonderful sense of nostalgic sadness (even though I don’t desire to be in that emotional state anymore). It’s almost like a fracture that’s completely healed but still gets sensitive when it rains. You remember the good time you were having right before you broke your arm and for a fraction of a second, it seems like the cast was worth it.

 

King Tuff’s brand new single is the perfect classic-rock summer jam

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Vermont’s King Tuff is basically the American version of Mac DeMarco; they’re nestled in the same box of nouveau garage-psych memorabilia. On September 23rd, he’ll be releasing his third album, Black Moon Spell via Sub Pop, which will be the first real follow-up to 2012’s King Tuff. Online album pre-orders will include the limited “Loser Edition” pressed on glow-in-the-dark/black splatter vinyl.

Here’s the first single from Black Moon Spell. It makes me think of long, hot summer days washing my car (when I still had one – I’m poor now), and trips to the lake.

Tour schedule below! (Toronto concert: October 14th at Horseshoe Tavern) Don’t stare at the above image too long!

Eyes Of The Muse – King Tuff – Facebook | Twitter

09-25 San Diego, CA – Irenic
09-26 Phoenix, AZ – Crescent Ballroom
09-27 Tucson, AZ – 191 Toole
09-29 Dallas, TX – Club Dada
09-30 Oxford, MS – Proud Larry’s
10-01 Nashville, TN – Mercy Lounge
10-02 Atlanta, GA – Masquerade
10-03 Raleigh, NC – Kings Barricade
10-04 Washington, DC – Black Cat
10-07 Philadelphia, PA – First Unitarian Church
10-08 Brooklyn, NY – Baby’s All Right
10-09 New York, NY – Bowery Ballroom
10-10 Cambridge, MA – The Sinclair
10-11 Easthampton, MA – Flywheel
10-12 Montreal, Quebec – Il Motore
10-14 Toronto, Ontario – Horeshoe Tavern
10-15 Detroit, MI – Magic Stick Lounge
10-16 Chicago, IL – Subterranean
10-17 Milwaukee, WI – Cactus Club
10-18 Minneapolis, MN – 7th Street Entry
10-20 Missoula, MT – Stage 112
10-22 Seattle, WA – Neumo’s
10-23 Vancouver, British Columbia – Fortune Sound Club
10-25 Portland, OR – Lola’s
10-28 Sacramento, CA – Witch Room
10-29 San Francisco, CA – Great American Music Hall
11-06 Los Angeles, CA – El Rey Theatre
11-08 Austin, TX – Fun Fun Fun Fest

For extra fun, read King Tuff’s acronymed semi-autobiography that came in the Sub Pop press release this morning:

More on King Tuff (by King Tuff):
King Tuff’s new record is called Black Moon Spell.
It was produced and recorded by Bobby Harlow at Studio B in Los Angeles, California, in the hot winter of 2014.
No one involved was prepared to make a record, but an invisible hand pushed them to do it. Perhaps it was God or that special someone we all know and love called The Devil.
God and The Devil actually have very similar interests. They both love electric guitars and they both want you to listen to Black Moon Spell and freak the fuck out.
There were many strange occurrences during the recording session – Dracula landlords, flashes of mysterious light, haunted microphones, songs that mixed themselves, demonic vortexes swirling in coffee cups, etc.
Under the Black Moon Spell you may experience euphoria, demented visions, wet dreams, bouts of backwards laughter, and dazed confusion resulting in primordial dancing.
Fire played a very important role in the making of this album. King Tuff loves fire.
For some reason, no one can really explain how the Black Moon Spell came to be. It just appeared one day and demanded heavy rock music and meatball subs.
Backwards messages may be found on this record.
Los Angeles, full of its screaming coyotes and creeping helicopters, surely slathered its sexy, twisted, hairy, polluted spirit all over Black Moon Spell. The Sunset Strip shat itself when it heard all these guitar solos.
Alot of people always ask King Tuff when he’s gonna put out a new record. The answer is September 23, 2014.
Can you feel the Black Moon Spell creeping up the back of yr neck yet?
King Tuff would prefer not to tell you the full story of making this record because its long and crazy and you wouldn’t believe him anyway. Also, I am King Tuff.
Magic Jake, who played bass and is beautiful like sunshine, would like to take this moment to give you a hug and invite you to a tanning party on a beach of your choice.
Old Gary, who plays drums and has the most glorious cackle, would like to take this moment to crack a cold one with you and invite you to watch the old ballgame with him.
Old Gary was out watching the old ballgame, so a wild critter named Ty Segall played drums on the song “Black Moon Spell.” Ty enjoys speaking in a goblin voice in his spare time.
Night fell on Studio B. A Tarot card leapt from the deck and said, “No human judgement is of any value here.” King Tuff agreed.
Sub Pop first discovered King Tuff curled up in his palace in Vermont. It was basically a shit hut made of moss, mud, and glimmering stones hidden near the graveyard, and it was guarded by beautiful wild bullfrogs with silver fangs and baseball bats.
Punx, Squares, Skaters, Farmers, Bartenders, Grandparents, Stoners, Carpenters, Hobos, Heshers, Babes, Babies, Plumbers, Strippers, Art Teachers, Teenagers, Townies, Moms, Dads, Truck Drivers, and Witches will all love this record.
Every song on Black Moon Spell was written without giving a shining fuck about nothing.
Listen to Black Moon Spell, turn yr volume knob up to 666, put yr lover in a 69, and let yr inner grinagog rear it’s wicked, unwashed, smiling snake head.
Listen to Black Moon Spell and give yr ears what they’ve been begging for all year; a heavily weird, heavenly dark, hysterically magical Rock & Roll Sexperience.ps. the only part of this story that isn’t true is the part about the shit hut. I actually was living at my parents house when i was discovered. Love, KT