Visual Coercion

Ted Leo, Henry Art Gallery Seattle, WA deerhunter-10_27 A Camp November 17, 2009 at LPR Ted Leo, Henry Art Gallery Seattle, WA An early pic of Broadcast's set Chuck Ragan at Knitting Factory Tribeca 12/1/07

Deerhunter Plays Williamsburg on Sunday

Free Soma I know that I talk ad nauseum about the band Deerhunter, and I know that my friends are also quite aware that I talk incessantly about the band Deerhunter when the topic of music comes up.  I have written a thing or two about Deerhunter, I have listened to Deerhunter records, Deerhunter, Deerhunter, [...]

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Diversion on a Monday

A weekend of halcyon days in the sun gone, a few tunes should be put on. A few songs to put a person through an hour or so, to foment some small rebellion among the androids, to encourage a rising up against the civilized worm.  Give the human race a try, get back to the [...]

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Stay Weird

Nature, it is said, abhors a vaccuum.  As we wake daily older into our ever more vanilla lives, hypermediated and corralled by deadlines and an over-influx of topical information that we can make neither heads nor tails of, an influx whose surfeit is too total to help us to tackle and reshape the world of [...]

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Top Records of 2008

I have no further information about this band and I kind of like it that way, but if I had to give them a one-sentence summation, it would probably be something like: Having nothing to do with the army that fought on behalf of the United Kingdom in WWI and WWII, and neither carrying any formal associations with the other famous BEF, Human Leaguers’ Martyn Ware and Ian Craig Marsh’s early ’80s electronic music outfit British Electronic Foundation that later became Heaven 17, Erased Tapes Records’ The British Expeditionary force are softly tearing the world a fantastic new asshole through which to waft the otherdimensional winds bands like Múm and Schneider TM sailed in on in the early part of this decade…. I wrote a long, confused metaphor a few issues back in Heso about how exciting I thought this record was, a metaphor that involved erotic weather patterns on the isle of Lesbos, but I think I will just say that this record stands out by being really different in its staccato bursts of rhythm from the nu-folk and boojie ivy league naptime garbage that people are shitting themselves for these days (I’m talking about vapid garbage like Fleet Foxes and Vampire Weekend, maybe even Bon Iver?- full disclosure).

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