Videos

This is the auditory equivalent of redecorating my living room with shag carpet.  Just slide left.  The feel of the bushy fabric on my naked body as I lay prone on floor.  Just slide left.  Jumpsuits for men!  Just slide left.  This is the auditory equivalent of matching casserole dishes and an avocado-colored electric stovetop.  Just slide left.  This is the auditory equivalent of letting my pube-scaping go.  Just slide left. This is the auditory equivalent of doing deeeeeeep squats in tightie whities.  Just slide left.  I know it’s time to trim my mustache when I can chew on its edges.  Just slide left!  I pee in the shower. EVERY TIME!  Just slide left.  Cobby and Litten. Just slide left!  Cop the record though. FilthyBroke Records. Just slide... ok, enough already.  Love, B

I have no idea what the fuck is going on, but I'm popping my hips back and forth and doodling cocktails served in motherfucking fruits bro. Savoy Motel got me sassin' HAWRD with "Souvenir Shop Rock" bros. FUCK. Not only am I uncertain if that's how you really spell souvenir, I'm completely confused as to why I'm so fucking in love with this track. That clear plastic guitar sounds plastic as FUCK! AND I LOVE ITTTTTTT! Also, the lime skin bass drum head is pretty fucking dope. I needed to learn more tho. So I went down the Savoy Motel wormhole and I am proud (and tight pantsed) enough to say I'm a convert. Holy fucking glam sass balls these assholes are WICKET! It's like Datarock but with fucking BANGS!

Post rock has always been about energy for me.  My favorite post rock bands might not always have the greatest chops, or have the most amazing guitar solos, or the most massive drums, but what they might lack in technical skill they more than fucking make up in the grandeur of energy transformed into fucking noise. Bells have been one of my favorite acts since I discovered them a few years ago, and while I consider their skills to be pretty fucking amazing, it's their energy that gives me the lord's boner. I'm telling you, these assholes make me wield a boner of a thousand adolescents. The video for "Wanderer" is simply gorgeous, with mountain scapes and gorgeous forests and abandoned locales in random wooded areas, but until the vocals come in around 2:38, I'm not totally...

I was a bit cashed just a broment ago, and I forgot I had the computer on mute and I watched half the video on mute.  First off, I love post production shit that's whimsical and simple and something I could see myself adding to my own videos. Secondly, I expected a hip hop video when this shit was on mute. All that urban fist pumping and snap-backedness and shit.  Third, the blonde lady "aaaaaaah"ing is wearing the same face I wear when I expell flatulence. Kid Runner's "Give Me Something To Love" sounds like a summer anthem to stomp concrete to, if I've ever heard one, and I have heard one, because this is the fucking one. I JUST TOLD YOU BRO. I love songs that make me feel guilty for not knowing the chorus the first time I ever hear the chorus.  Song is balls. Band seems fun....

What the fuck did I just watch? Is it disturbing that I want some BBQ ribs now? Congrats to the Dirty Nil for making the goriest video of 2016 and making me jump the fuck out of my own skin.    

I don't remember remembering who this band is, but after watching the video with a smile on my face, I'd like to remember the memory of reminding myself to remember who this band is because they make me unbelievably fucking happy. Active Bird Community sound like a Matthew Sweet tripped over a Sonic Youth and then went to the same catholic high school I did and we shared hitter boxes.  It's amazing what you can create when you don't try to create anything besides what just pours out. The inclusion of tents, forts, and blanket capes, and snow angels is only overshadowed by the amazingly welcoming addition of genuine fucking smiles in this video. "Pick Me Apart" is my favorite song by a band I have only heard one song from, but who I hope is able to continue my good feels into...

I'm a pussy for Sigur Ros. I've had daydreams soundtracked by Sin Fang. And the idea of an electro-ified Jónsi makes my goose pimples have goose pimples.  However this shit came to be, it sounds like the first shower after driving 10 hours cross country. Fucking beautiful. Both enriching AND fortifying. Much like a loaf of Wonder bread and a half ounce of blue goolies. 

I just fucking leapt out of my chair, pointed at the screen and screamed, “LOOK AT THIS SHIT, Y’ALL!” to absolutely nobody! I’m home all alone. I'm on the internet a lot and at this point almost unshockable. From beheadings to kittens covered in baby chickens, I'm like mostly emotionally numb at this point. So that I hurled my fat ass into the air and raised my voice above a nearly inaudible mumble tells much. This isn’t so much a video from an artist but a shout out to some fucking crazy ill animation. Tristan Zammit, 2D animator and illustrator, put out this animated mix-up of MF Doom, Ol’Dirty Bastard, and Earl Sweatshirt nearly a year ago. I’ve just noticed it posted around social media a bunch over the last week or so. I finally clicked it and was fucking floored at how clean the...

This fucking song is the fucking jam. When the latest Factor album dropped I listened to this song like nine times in a row with just the biggest fucking smile on my face. Kay the Aquanaut sounds completely at home over this shit. His flow is the flannel over Factor's comfy ass corduroys bro.  I never really noticed the crowd rapping "on my petrol" towards the end of the song, but maybe the drone footage allowed my ears to hears what it didn't hears when I was actively driving and listening to this shit while wasting the very petrol that Kay is asking for snaps for bro.  The video is perfect, the vibe is quintessential Canada, and adorable is a fucking understatement.

What do you get when you cross a rapper who looks like a piñata mid-explosion, and another rapper who definitely knows how many hit points it takes to fell an ogre? It’s a world premiere video called, “Break the Mold” and I fucking LOVE IT!  My chubbed-up adoration for all things Sammy Warm Hands is well-documented. Add in giant homeboy/Gamestop manager Ogar Burl and chubbed-up transforms to mildly erect real quick. (Go easy on me. I’m almost 40!) But these two, if not outright smashing the mold, definitley push the elastic to its limits. It's less the rhymes and more the mouths that spit them. “Break the Mold," while a straightforward rap track, is also narrative romp through Ogar Burl’s murder plot to stop Sammy Warm Hands. Whether straight up hair envy or not, it is up for debate. #...