Videos

I literally can't get enough of Sacramento's Sister Crayon. I can't even pretend like the crush isn't real. The throbbing rhythms of Dani Fernandez, and the piercing vocals of Terra Lopez make the hair on my neck stand at 5 star attention.  There isn't another group doing this level of haunted, head nod-inducing, and progressively aggressive.  This video is for all the outlaws, all the weirdos, all my people living their true selves outside of the confines of narrow minds. These are the people that get the deepest, squeeziest Brando hugs. I've been called a freak magnet. I've been called a freak. I've been called fat and unattractive and ugly and stupid by weak, sad people. Only I didn't know they were weak and sad, because they seemed so powerful at the time.  You see, those kind of...

This fucking song "Redesigned Maestro" is all over the fucking place. It's like a dreamy folk song, but then it's got these glitchy electro Radiohead elements, and then it's got some elements of scream and post rock, but it still retains that innocent folkiness where you can totally tell this band had sex outside of marriage.  GROOMBRIDGE sound like strange smooshwich between Sufjan Stevens and AFI, but instead of there being tattoos on everyone, everyone just carries around the original artwork inspirations for their would-be tattoos and no one judges anyone for all the moons and barbed wire and Chinese characters on everyone's laps.  If I get around to adding another band to be a fanatic about, I think GROOMBRIDGE would be an exelfuckinglent band to suck off. I mean, there's...

We ain't shit. You ain't shit. I ain't shit. She ain't shit. Your kids ain't shit. Your girl ain't shit. Buriers ain't shit.  This is a song about not being shit. "We all die twice. The first time when we cease to breathe. And the last time is the last time that someone speaks our name." Our self-importance is only contradicted by the truth. We can only eat carcinogens. We can only not survive. Buriers always make me think. And usually its about my insignificance. In a good way. Thanks. I needed that.  We Are Small is out now on cassette at I Had An Accident Records.  

The build into this song is fucking awesome. It's like a more South American version of Solid Gold's Bodies of Water album, and it's fucking delicious.  No idea what the fuck is going on in the video, but I've listened to this song about time times today so far and I'm looking forward to digging into more from Les Crazy Coconuts, whoever they may be. Alls I know is, "Speed Shoes" is the jammy. 

Fuck.

I don't know who the fuck Miner is, but that dude's beard game is on fucking POINT. DAMN SON. YOU COULD START A NEW CIVILIZATION ON THAT CHIN BRUH. I COULD EVEN THE NATIONAL DEBT WITH A FUCKING CHIN OF SUCH VALOR. WHERE DO ALL OF THESE GOOD LOOKING PEOPLE FUCKING COME FROM? THE FOREST.   GOOD LOOKING PEOPLE COME FROM THE WOODZ. This started off like I was assuming it'd be a folky sumbitch, then it got creepy, then they started layering his vocals and it got kind of old timey, then the blonde lady shows up and she's all "SINGIN TO THE TREEEEEEEEEEES" and shit, and then they're all even better dressed and on a beach? WHO PAID FOR THIS FUCKING VIDEO? JESUS BALLS ON A BALD BARRACUDA THESE GUYS PROBABLY WEAR VESTS TO THE GYM! Miner confuse me. But I kinda dig it. I think I dig "Better...

This is a dope rap song about learning you're going to be a dad. How it took me this long to Syffal it is a disgrace and I express my deepest dad rap apologies to all the rap dads coast to coast. I never fucked with Verbal Kent before now. But, as I come up for a glorious breath of fresh air after swimming in the depths of all life has to drown you with, I decided to give his video, "Notes" a spin.  With the Mello Music Group stamp of approval, I had bookmarked the video to watch at a later date. A month later, I've finally had the time to chill and bump. And Verbal Kent lives up to his name. With clean syllables delivered wittily and with expression, Kent proves that Usual Suspect references are never played out.  With life in full-on smack your bitch up mode, and with that bitch being...

I fucking adore Kendra Morris. A number of years ago I was introduced to her music by a mututal friend and I didn't quite understand how this skinny ass white girl could create shit that sounded so fucking soulful. She doesn't look like she could belt shit out, but she do. She doesn't look like she could melt my sequins vest with a vocal arpeggio, but she do, she did, she doos it agains bruh. I've already been banned from buying anymore sequins because of all of the Kendra Morris sequins melting episodes yo.  So Kendra went and got hitched (because I was already taken, *bites bottom lip*), and then started her family, and then because maintaining a happy and healthy household is fucking EASY, she's dropping new tunes? That can't be, when we had one kid we couldn't even match up the socks...

I wasn't paying attention after I hit play and then clicked away letting the audio play in the background. I was fucking certain I was hearing the new Maroon5 single before the rest of the digital world. While that might sound like I was excited about it, I wasn't necessarily UNexcited about it either. I can dig me some Levine if I'm shirtless and/or in an area where top 40 radio is being blasted like a Kohl's or Lover's Lane, but it isn't something I willingly subject myself to. Unless my wife is driving the radio that is. So I click back and see that it's a band named AudioDamn! and their drummer is fucking flam balls and I think I already know all the fucking lyrics and I've already scrawled AudioDamn! on my trapper keeper. YES I SAID FLAM BALLS.  "Lights Out" is a pretty dope...

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!!!!!!! Holy shit I could nod to this fucking beat for daaaaaaaaaaaaays. Apart from not knowing what they're singing, I'm completely in lust with the instrumentation on this song. Someone tell Odguer Hernández in his native tongue that his music is fucking amazing and I'm addicted to "Nueva Semilla" in a way I haven't experienced since becoming one with my loins while on peyote in the late 90's.  This is fucking dopeballs. LET'S STALK THIS DUDE PRONTO!