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I only heard the humming of the bass the first three times through this song. This shit reminds me so much of The Hero Factor in that no specific instrument is playing any particular "song", it's more of a bunch of independently beautiful pieces that somehow form something fucking awesome that resembles a song. Regardless of whether it's a song you'd sing, it's a song I fucking love right now. Amycanbe feels like postrock, I think, but the ambient and far off instrumentation make it more of an unbelievably cinematic score than a song. It's like a movie with no title or a book with no cover in that it's whatever right now is.  Thankfully right now kicks a shitton of asses. This song "Wherefrom" is the balls. 

So this isn't an Abercrombie model shooting his own version of a Twin Peaks type sex tape. Get that out of your heads people. We have no idea who Seldom Family is, but the reverby vocals over dat crisp ass guitar is making me stare out the window to watch the squirrels nutfuck themselves before the first frost. Even if I understood what the lyrics were singing, I wouldn't care, because this shit is just fucking relaxing ass awesome balls. When music makes you pay attention to not being able to pay attention, it's got brotential.  Also, there's really good whistling in this shit, and I think an album by these assholes might actually help me sleep when I can't turn me brain off.  SELDOM FAMILY BROS, MAKE MORE MUSIC. 

Does dude's shirt say CALZONES?  I fucking love Juan Deuce. Every single thing this dude does is rap video fodder. Oh the bro is taking out the garbage? BET HE LOOKS MAD COMF WHILE LIFTIN' THE LID AND TOSSIN' IN DAT LAST BAG SON! Oh, it's time to fold a load of whites? BRO IS JUST HANDSOME AS ALL SHITS YEA? Ding! It's Juan Deuce's keesch that he made from scratch from an old family recipe that he made while listening to some Stevie Wonder on vinyl huh? Fuck this guy for being so cool at everything. I bet even wiping his ass would make me clap. But with this track tho, if the song doesn't make you feel like taking off your shoes, the visuals will. If the visuals don't make you wanna eat fried food and ride around in German cars, well, maybe the song will. EAT FRIED FOOD. PET PUPPY. SQUIRT...

I needed this. I needed the lazy throat of disinterest to scream "Desire" in my fucking side face holes. Whoever the fuck Dilly Dally are, I'm into it.  While it's dirty and Sonic Youthy and reminds me of the feelings I used to get watching the Breeders, the voice is almost delicate like Julia Stone (from Angus & Julia Stone bro), but jesus fucking balls on a brick of pimento cheese this is huge fucking cheese balls rolling down a mountain of cheese so the cheese balls get bigger and bigger and bigger the farther down the cheese mountain they tumble.  I'm certain I'm obsessed, I just need a few minutes to gather myself (and air out from all the cheese).  It's bands like this that change my mind, and I'm fucking thankful this arrived up my box this morning. ALL UP INSIDE ME...

I love it when a song playing on a random browser tab in the background makes me click back and start the song over. I never expect to like anything, no matter how dope the video might be, so I only use me ears and me attention span to gauge my interest in a song or artist. FOXTROTT's "Driven" takes a pretty wide open rhythm and tosses simple layer upon simple layer of drums and vocals and synths and smooshes it together into some sort of tribal electronic mating ritual's soundtrack. The vocals are the specifically delicious brand of female vocals that I go insane for. They're like La Roux's throat meets the sass and delivery of The Naked and Famous, but with a bloopy rhythm that I find fucking balls. WHOEVER THE FUCK FOXTROTT IS, they're mine now dog.

The Self Help Group have this Grateful Dead with a penchant for good personal hygiene and well paying jobs thing down fuckin' pat yo. I love how every video they make is both creepy (creepy like a dwarf orgy, not creepy like an American election) and thoughtful (thoughtful like someone holding the door for you when you're still not out of your fucking car and you're fucking CLEAR across the parking lot still, not thoughtful like a handjob at Christmas dinner).  The video for "Luigi's Waltz" is actually a reenactment of an unreleased Disney short titled "We Fucked This Corn Maze Up Didn't We?", and if you're patient enough, you'll see the big climax just after the 2:41 mark. If I were you, I'd watch it, because it's wife changing.  Seriously my wife just earned herself an accent...

As a staunch advocate of pretty partisan politics, regularly attending rallies, job actions, union events, and protests, I've thrown my lot in with people like Jared Paul. As a rapper who owes his breeches to the hobbled darkened stages of poetry open mics, punchlines hanging in the air to only a cacophony of snaps and nods, I immediately felt Paul's prowess. As a Strange Famous acolyte and unabashed Uncle Sage Francis wonk, I respect the cosign of one of my all time favorite rap people. The last kick in the dick came when none but the god Taurus Scott of Alphapup/Smog/Hellfyre Club fame shot this feat of beats and words and passion and crescendo into my buzzing and blooming ear/face piece. It makes me happy when descendents of Public Enemy and Bad Religion are drawing yearning faces to...

Ah fuck. Why the fuck did I have to actually watch a video today? My first thoughts about this video were "holy shit, is that Long Beach? Just off Broadway? I used to live there!". My second thought on the song was "this is rub your face in slow motion music", and alas, there's slow motion face rubbing in this video. But then Jake McMullen just haaaad to be headed out into the desert towards an unmarked grave to pay his respects to the ghastly gorgeous blonde in the video, as I am preparing to do this Thursday with a music-making friend of mine. I've been kicked in the feels and I'm certain that was intentional and I'm now smitten with yet another man with a Mc at the end of his last name. Allow me to list them off in order of deliciousness: Jim McMahon of the 85 Bears, McNulty from The...

I will admit to wanting to turn this shit off the second I saw dude's glasses. IS THIS LMAFO (or whatever their name is)? IS SOMEONE FUCKING WITH ME?  Then I stopped paying attention to my snobby ass feelings and wondered why this only had about 200 views. This shit is fucking fun.  Lyfe of the Party are not writing or performing songs with substance, they will not positively or negatively influence the socioeconomic status of the bottom 90%, there is no political agenda here. This shit has one purpose. "Drink In My Hand" is ONLY intended for turning the brain off and forgetting we're in a catastrophic societal downturn by ingesting large amounts of alcohol and dancing like the shit ain't about to implode. I applaud people who create music with the sole intention of shaking ass....

Sometimes things just hit you at the right fucking time. Whoever the fuck Yassou is, they've got me by the short and curlies I don't even have since my latest manscaping disaster (visual: I look like a lumpy 15 year old down there). The lilt on "to sink" is so patiently gorgeous I'm convinced this song was written, recorded and set to visuals JUST so I would see it today. I needed this fucking baaaad. But wait, what the fuck just happened at 3:40? MY GOOSEBUMPS HAVE GOOSEPIMPLES THAT HAVE TATTOOS OF LITTLE INVIDIDUAL GOOSEBUMPS AND I'M STARRING IN MY OWN VERSION OF SO I THINK I CAN DANCE EVEN THOUGH I KNOW I CAN'T DANCE, but I can fucking feel this. And this feels fucking perfect.