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I've listened to this song over a dozen times, a few spins in a row, a few days apart.  I didn't care for this shit the first two times, but every time it came across my inbox I thought "huh, Fell Runner, sounds like LODE RUNNER the video game I played before I had pubes, I should listen", and then I would remember the blue and white picture of the ram and think "I've heard this before". Then I'd forget it was playing and then close out the tab at the end of the day. TODAY I HAVE YET TO X OUT THE FUCKING TAB BECAUSE I'M TOO BUSY PLAYING PENCIL DRUMS ON MY DESK AND I'M SUPER GOOD LOOKING WHILE DOING SO. Fell Runner sound like they have ALL THE TIME SIGNATURES and are just playing nice and easy so we don't get lost. You can almost feel the fucking talented restraint these assholes are using...

Intro: SYFFAL (or Joel) LOVES ME LIKE BEES REALLY HARD. Let's all laugh as they describe SXSW without the use of hashtags! March 17th, 2016: Welcome to Austin, TX; home of some of the most insufferable shit in the world such as Ted Cruz, Wake-boarding, Psychedelic Rock and now South By Southwest Music and Film Festival.  It’s like the whole city is under a terrorist threat of a hipster-bomb going off while convincing themselves that “Kimchi Fries” is an actual Korean dish and Breakfast Tacos aren’t just half assed breakfast burritos with lower overhead and higher profit margins.  Greed is a terrible sin and SXSW is the foremost of sinners.  Here’s an idea for a music festival; let’s never compensate entertainment while making them pay $20-$50 for parking.  It works.  The damn...

Some songs make we want to write essays, like that Andrew Bird video I published yesterday. Some songs just make me want to shut up. I don't really have anything to say about this new track from M83.  So just sit back and loosen your belt and close your eyes. DO IT. Close your eyes. I can see that your eyes aren't closed yet.  ....Okay Now let this song take you on a fucking journey. 

This dude Brookfield is SO fucking GENTLE. DAAAAMN this dude rubs my shoulders like a fucking BRO when his musics be in my side faceholes.  Airy and ethereal, I can't help but look out the window whenever his music is on, which is extremely dangerous while driving and/or injecting oneself with vitamin B12. Not that I've been injecting myself with vitamin B12, but if I was, shit, I would NOT be listening to Brookfield. The latest single to drop is "Kaleidoscope", which is a beautiful splooge on the palm of my North American spring that I have yet to wipe off, because I'm too busy staring off into the distance to care that I look like I'm holding a load in my cupped hand. The production on all of Brookfield's music has been crisp as fuck, but this new new tiptoes into an area of...

I don't know who Dustin Kensrue is. I don't know how to pronounce his name. I don't know what dude's deal is.  But this is some shit. I've always been on guard because of the fact that I love me some Miley, hawrd. No seriously, some Miley Cyrus shit is fucking awesome. I think she's genuinely talented, plus my daughter watches Hannah Montana all the fucking time when she isn't grounded from all technology for forgetting to wipe her ass and brush her teeth. Hell, I even like the fact that she annoys so many people with her antics because it means she's making an impression. While I don't always love everything she does, I do love me some Miley bro. Plus, no matter your opinion of her persona, her voice is unfuckwitable. So when someone sends a link to a cover of "Wrecking Ball...

I hit play on this and walked away, came back about three minutes in and turned it off. Then I spent the next 15 minutes thinking about the song until I audibly "do do doo, do do doo doot diddah doo"'d and told myself to go back through my internet history and find that fucking song. Whoever the fuck Andy Shauf is, "The Magician" is on some reruns of Who's the Boss type red brick and white trim shit. It's comfortable and familiar and introspective but it's rusty, like the baby blue Tony Danza handyman van in the driveway. It's therapeutic stare out the window while it's raining music, and if that was an oboe that just tooted, it touched me.  Oh relax, it's not supposed to mean anything. Andy Shauf just makes me remember things that have nothing to do with music, and they feel...

Yeah....I know it's a week late, but uhhhh. Um. The leap year fucked me all up.  These songs are all much better than that excuse.    PURPLES - Big Opportunity: This groove is so tight. Then it sounds like the band broke into the studio late at night while drunk to add some 'LA DA DA's' to the final mix. And this is why I love this track.  Quiet Life - Lost in the Light: I was instantly hooked to this track when I first heard it because Quiet Life sounded like Dr. Dog playing on a sunny Friday morning. And then I realized that the song features Scott McMicken of Dr. Dog and it was indeed a sunny Friday morning. Look for their new album coming out in April.  Yuck - Hold Me Closer: This song is driving to high school early in the morning after over sleeping with a still wet head and...

Allow me to fanboy out a second right quick. NEW P.O.S.????? BROLY SHIT BRO, I FUCKING NEEDED SOMETHING TO ESCORT MY FISTS INTO THE FUCKING AIR LIKE I NEEDED THE SNOW TO FUCKING MELT AND A NICE STEADY RAIN RINSE OFF ALL THE BULLSHIT MEMORIES OF A WINTER THAT CAN SUCK MY ASS. A new P.O.S. is exactly what the fuck I wanted without knowing I wanted it damnit. (Is this where the kids say "yaaaas"? JUST WONDERING.) P.O.S.'s "sleepdrone​/​superposition" is an eight minute and forty eight second rage filled celebration of anger. The only thing consistent throughout this entire song is your fingernails buried deep into the skin of your palms. Holy FUCK this dude encites the part of me that wants to break shit, and then calmly and eloquently explain why it all this shit needed breaking in...

This fucking band, Howard, is on some tickle the grundle shit.  I wrote about their last single "Glass" a few weeks ago (see below) and I was smitten with the crickety blippety smack smack, and I thought I understood what was happening here. But here now I'm here now to admit now that my now here before it was here now was slightly askew because my here right here is starting to make sense right here right now.  See, "Plastic" is sampled excusively from the album Religion that I've been geeking out on since it was tossed on my manpod back in late January. As a member of the fanboy guild of bands actually deserving of fanboys, HOLY SHIT THAT'S INCREDIBLE. So this band, Howard, is so fucking balls they sample their own music which was originaly badfuckingass just...

A couple years ago I had a pair of Avec Sans tracks on my manpod that would pop up at just the worst fucking times. I would be knuckle deep in pounding out turkey burgers, or just stepped into the shower to wash off the sin, or I'dve just pulled into work; every time was a bad time it seemed. Wait, you think I was trying to avoid the Avec Sans shits?  Nah mang. Either my hands were full of raw poultry or I was wet in the shower or I was already at work bro, that means I couldn't turn the shit up and go full tween on myself. WHY YOU ASSUMES I BE THE HATINS?!?! So then Avec Sans disappears and I'm left to other random bubblegum electro pop and it's all just bad influences on me and shit, so I've started smoking, using the F word (which is fahntahstic with long "a" sounds), wearing dozens of...