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This band has some fucking nerve.  I mean, I was just getting over this shit and now it's back and in full color? "Don't Think About It"? Fuck you, all I can do is think about this shit. I love how the fucking noise making you don't immediately notice is shared between members of the band. I always loved making the CHU-CRUNCH noises myself, but seeing it created by each of them makes it seem so fucking reverent. I love how this band is so into their own creation of the song that they feel the need to capture their shared use of the Explorer and mallets, all the while the accordion just squeezes on its own schedule.  Twin Limb have cobbled these incredibly large and gorgeous and comfortable shoes, and if their next song is this fucking powerfully dainty, I'll consider them big ass...

You know you’re doing something amazing when you can make a track with Kool fucking Keith and I take time out of my Sunday watching Home Alone for the first time with my son to talk about your jazzy production: but BALLS if L’Orange isn’t the large McDonald’s coffee of consistency. Like how Target stores the nation wide all smell the same as if they’ve canned their customer-friendly aroma of Jergen’s moisturizing lotion and plastic wrappers on the Up & Up. I love every beat that L’Orange peels off.  I have no idea what Kool Keith is rapping about in this song. But I didn’t try very hard. I’m not sure that trying hard is really what Kool Keith wants. He seems content to say those strange things that occur inside his beautiful brain, a brain that from which heretofore we’ll refer to as...

No idea who the fuck Andy Clockwise is, other than a sensual source of some motherfucking sassy sex pop, but I can appreciate this shit at this particular moment in my life.  Everything seems so fucking serious and life threatening, I needed a respite from wanting to crawl in a hole and hug my knees to my chest while the rest of the world burns. Sometimes you just need some JagOFF style electro sex funk to thrust all the cares away. Andy Clockwise's "Open Relationship" might be the best video I've accidentally listened to six (sex) times today so far. I wish all songs made me feel certain that I already know the lyrics to the chorus like this one does. It's almost like this song was the spiked punch that loosened me up to watching my wife get railed by a better looking guy with a...

New rule: If I don't sway, it gets no play. Within the first 39 seconds I was sort of hypnotized, but when the drums subtly start up I'm over here swaying like a willow in the wind bro. Fuck this is comf. This is pillow tops on top of pillows on top of clouds on top of freshly boiled pasta bro.  Whoever Dan San are, they feel like The Feather, where the whimsy is just fucking dripping off every chord, but the stacking of the vocals on this shit is just delicious as fuck. I'm hoping my new found addiction to musical wimsy like this will make even the most mundane tasks somehow peaceful.  I'm hoping pressing play on "America" when it comes times to do my taxes will make them something I just put up with, regardless of how much anxiety it causes me for the 11 and a half months...

So many questions... The Giving Tree Band is in my top ten list of "groups of humans I would allow to join my group of post-apocalyptic survivors based solely on my personal opinion that they are indeed amazing humans". They also happen to throw a mean show, with skin tingling musicality, an amazing ability to create a community within mere minutes of starting a show, and there's this weird fact that people genuinely love them because they already loved everyone before all of the reciprocationz. Giving Tree Band is a fucking institution.  But what the hell am I watching? I have some questions. Did GTB somehow wake up in a Polyphonic Spree video? Is this pop music? This was possible the whole time?  Why do I want to offer my hand to some stranger sitting on a bench and when they reach out...

I have a five year old daughter.  She's fucking beautifully annoying, annoyingly beautiful, and she owns me.  She's also currently spinning in my kitchen while the audio from the video for "For That, I'm Sorry" plays from one of my more recent obsessions, BATTS. Forget the fact that I JUST got the fuck over this song, forget the fact that this song looks how it feels almost exactly how it feels it looks, this fucking song is all of the titties, and now my daughter is screaming "PLAY IT AGAIN DADDY".  So I'm playing it again, and again, and again.  Someone tell BATTS to make more music because I can't keep obsessing, then moving on, then reobsessing like this. It's bad form. I'm supposed to have other things to focus on. FUCK. 

Dildo of God? More like vibrator of my ear clits. Yes, clits, plural. That's what makes music so stimulating. Now, grab a hold of your pillow and arch your back like you know.  I half expected some rapey bro metal, Satanic porn pop, or maybe a good ole lesbian folk outfit. With a name like Dildo of God and my overactive imagination, the possibilities were really endless.  The thing I didn't expect was for it to be a rap song. And not only that, a fucking DOPE rap song. The track is dark and deep down and deliciously worded in pointed imagery and shaving cream. Out of Greensboro, North Carolina, Dildo of God aka D.O.G. are rapper Daily Planet, Tommy Flake, Dottie Na$h, and Fuzzymoto aka Jesus of the WILD. Not only does this tripped out sonic stem cell sound incredible, I also want to...

DID YOU KNOW THE DUDES IN STONE COLD FOX WAS WHITE?!?! MIND. BLOWN. BRO. Regardless of their pale and delicious caucasianity, I love how this band sounds like nine other bands all the time. While looking at them, you're certain they're one band, but then when the verse ends all of a sudden Stone Cold Fox are someone else. Just imagine these limber bastards at a key party and they show up all clean shaven, but when shit starts to get freaky they've got fucking hairy thumbs and shit!  "Contagion" sounds like Stone Cold Fox are on their way towards finally deciding on which direction their sound is headed, and I'm please to announce they have decided on ALL THE DIRECTIONS. And I love it. Fucking adorable ass white ass motherfuckers. 

I saw Wolfmother on stage at Lollapalooza in 2006 and it stands out as one of the greatest visions of rock and roll I've ever fucking seen. That show is so high on my list of awesome I shit at the thought of new Wolfmother being released that can stack up to that one half hour experience almost ten years ago.  And then this lands in my inbox this morning.  FUCK. "Victorious" is fucking monstrous. If I changed oil for a living, I would fucking wail on this shit so hard in my greasy overalls. This is like fucking a dirty Billy Joel video waiting to happen. Fucking hell yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas. HOW DOES A BAND WITH THE BEST RIFFS EVER RIFFED KEEP COMING UP WITH EVEN MORE OF THE BEST RIFFS EVER RIFFED? HAVENT ALL THE RIFFS BEEN RIFFED?!?!?!?!?!? FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK  MY AIR...

  This mother fucker Bleubird is not only embracing his roots, after a career spent in a van on the road pointed any direction not towards home, he's pulling Fort Lauderdale's panties down and spanking the shit out of her.  I first came to love Bleubird for his travel musings, his eclectic list of collabs, and ultimately his skill on the mic. Bleubird has always been in his own lane. And now it's the fast lane on the 95 pointed SOUFF as FUHHHCK, tho!  This new record, Lauderdale, out on Fake Four, Inc., isn't anything like what I'd come to know as the Bleubird sound. I'm sure trading in the hallmark sentiments and tortured road poet for tropical button ups and bitches in the pool sounds pretty dope to a lot of people. And I can see why. But I was more skeptical. Wondering why....