hollowed out between the places to gothere might be something there but you know i don’t knowand i think we both find comfortin the reckless exteriorbecause its 3 a.m. again and we’re both still awakeour senses shut off for simplicity’s sakewe both have a way with words but the silence sounds much better for tonighti’m sorry for the mess, you see my mind is somewhere elsewe revel in obscurity, surmount when we dwellnow you’re making coffee in an unfamiliar houseindulge in frailty, looking for a way outand temperance engulfs your mind every time our aversion intertwinesit’s early morning and we’re both wide awakekind of nostalgic but clearly a mistakewe connect through detachmentwe prosper in a troubled medium
Every year around this time, music writers like to participate in the numerical masturbation ritual known as year-end lists. (Stay tuned for ours!) This is always followed by the even lamer ritual of endless bickering over said year-end lists. Then someone will inevitably stir up the pot by pointing out that not enough female musicians were included. And while I have about as much interest in getting involved in a heated argument about gender equality in music as I do in watching a single episode of either Entourage or Sex and the City, I do want to take a minute to point out that the ladies of rock totally crushed it this year. Just absolutely slaughtered the dudes, musically.
We’ve been blessed with a pretty fantastic Autumn by way of August day here in Philadelphia today. It feels, and even SMELLS(!), a bit like Fall outside and I really couldn’t imagine a more perfect day for Columbus, Ohio’s All Dogs to have entered my life! An ongoing Columbus mystery for a little while now, they’ve finally released a stunning, exuberant half a tape with fellow Ohioans Slouch taking on the other half.
Mentioning the house of Crutchfield feels a little too easy here, but it’s also a pretty accurate touchpoint (along with a bit of That Dog, Team Dresch, and Superchunk)—and certainly not a bad one, indeed. The wide-eyed punk-pop energy of lead-off track “Farm” serves as a near-perfect intro to an EP’s worth of songs that never let up even an ounce of that drive. And as if I wasn’t already in love with them enough from the start, the six-song run closes with a Muffs cover. A Muffs cover! Well shit.
“Oblivion” by Katie and Allison Crutchfield // Originally by Grimes
I’ve spent many hours of this year listening to the works of Katie Crutchfield (Waxahatchee) and as luck would have it, there seems to be no shortage of her brand of excellence. Here, collaborating with her sister, Allison Crutchfield, she takes “Oblivion” by Grimes and shifts it from an ethereal electro pop number into a jangly, garage rock jam with killer harmonies and a driving beat. The whole spectacular thing is part of Rookie Magazine’s May “Theme Song”, so be sure to check them out for future theme song goodness.
When is a better time to be listening to emo than on Valentine’s Day? Made this playlist at work out of boredom (and made the art when I got home) and thought I’d share since a few of you said you’d be interested. Feel free to reblog and share with whoever! The link (it’s on my Skydrive) should work for anyone :)
OMG OMG OMG! Attention! OMG! So Allison and Katie Crutchfield covering Grimes’ “Oblivion” for Rookie Mag’s May Theme Song is likely to be the best thing you’ll hear all week. It translates to their ragged, trebly guitar pop tendencies better than I could have ever expected and HELLO YES I’VE JUST CLICKED PLAY FOR THE 7TH TIME A ROW.