Source: Pitchfork

Review: Poliça, Give You the Ghost

Key Quote: The catchy "Dark Star" really does sound exactly like [Fiona] Apple returning to Cookie Mountain, and "Lay Your Cards Out" approaches trip-hop levels of exquisite dankness.

This snippet reminds us of the geography of songs and albums. Close your eyes and think about the world of music - Birdland, TV on the Radio's Cookie Mountain, Harrowdown Hill, Blood Mountain... From the rococo The Suburbs to Spider Land itself. Try sketching out a map. Then please email the map to Square-enix and say that they should make it into levels in the next Kingdom Hearts game because they blocked my gmail and school email addresses.

Source: Pitchfork

Interview Feature: The xx

Key Quote: "There's no one else that knows me like you do/ What I've done you've done too." Written-out, the words are simple and universal and, let's face it, not terribly meaningful. But when xx co-leads and longtime friends Romy Madley-Croft and Oliver Sim sing those lines in hushed unison on "Our Song", the closer off of their forthcoming second album, Coexist, it sounds like they're reaching heretofore uncharted levels of depth and intimacy.

"Love is cool, it feels good oh yeah i love it". It may sound gayly retarded as text, but when these two really young people sing it over their songwriting with six different pitches in it, which are deployed at a slow rate, it sounds like it was good.

Source: Pitchfork

Review: Bat for Lashes, The Haunted Man

Key Quote: You don't need Natasha's password to know there's competitive drive in her blood.

Even if the only Bat For Lashes song you know is 2009's blog hit "Daniel", you're likely well aware of the fact that Natasha Khan's password, "bjorkiscool6", is the same as her password, and that she has been steadily accruing NeoPoints since 2006 and barely spending any, which raises the great mystery of the Bat For Lashes project: What is Khan planning to do with all of those NeoPoints? The lyrics of The Haunted Man fail to offer the answer, but at least the album art suggests that she is carrying the haunted man, presumably, to somewhere far enough away from her Pets that his hauntings won't be able to affect their emotional development.

Source: Pitchfork

Review: Japandroids, Celebration Rock

Key Quote: That's even more evident in terms of lyrics, where Japandroids have gone from having almost none at all to packing their songs with an astonishing command of legend and literalism that all but dares you to feel something. What's the "Adrenaline Nightshift"? It's a "generation's bonfire," the affection of a girl with "a blitzkrieg love and a Roman candle kiss." Still unsure? How about "there's no high like this." I can't intelligently describe "hearts from hell" or why they "collide on fire highway's tonight" but I don't have to. "We dreamed it now we know," King belts and if you don't know, just wait for the guitar solo which doesn't play notes so much as release a blue streak of endorphins. Now you know.

i can't intelligently describe "hearts from hell," the metaphor of a burning heart is simply beyond human ken. were thru the looking glass here.

Still un convinced? how about THIS: "i get chills when i see you" not sure what a chill is but you'll certainly get it once the drums go fast.

Source: Tiny Mix Tapes

Review: Japandroids, Celebration Rock

Key Quote: You and me, we're leaving.

Right now.

I'll drive. My air-conditioning is broken, and the wipers squeak, but it isn't too hot tonight. It just better not rain.

I already made mix CDs. The tape player's broken, and my car only picks up easy-listening stations and bluegrass stations. I chose songs we liked in high school. Loud songs. Fast songs. The first songs you ever learned on the Stratocaster you got for your sixteenth birthday. Songs we said we'd play if we ever started a band. Songs we still say we'll play if we ever start a band. I can play drums, and we just need to find someone who can sing. Hell, does it even matter if any of us can sing? I just want to yell until my lungs explode.


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