sorry about my abysmal February blogging (or lack of). let me make it up to you with an ~eXclUSive~* download.
Apples, who i have written aboutbefore, from Hereford release their next single 'Theo' on Popular Records on April 26th. delectable indie pop given a samba re-work from Finland's Zebra & Snake. what a way to kick start the month. party in the office anyone?
still young and cherub faced (cherubs with bumfluff), Cassette Kids have yet to release their debut album despite having been around for nearly 3 years. they make youthful, slick, electro-tastic pop-punk and i'm still excited to see what's fresh poppin' out of their boxxxx.
basically i adore the new Kate Nash track. it's incredibly shallow (you can't really listen to Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea for 6 months just because you're going out with someone in a rawwwk band, rip it off completely and get away with it that easily love) BUT who cares. it's not like i had to pay for it what with this wonderful internet culture we inhabit.
if you know what's good for you, you'll have been checking out the flawless set of tips for 2010 by Illegal Tender. if so, you'll have already come across the following band.
The Shimmer are a duo comprised of brother (David) and sister (Jade) who make obscenely good, dark pop music. currently recording in a fort, the forthcoming output from this band is something i am awaiting impatiently. i have a bunch of demos from when The Shimmer were The Mono and if their new stuff sounds even remotely close to those songs, they are going to blow your little socks off. dirty guitars meet yelping synth in dark room and can't help dancing together.
& apparently they used Gary Numan's synths for the track below. yow.
hailing from NY via Washington DC, Psychobuildings have tapped into the new-wave culture steeped in the city around them to create slices of synth-funk that echo sounds from years gone by. Psychobuildings is one part Peter LaBier and one part Peter Schuette (Silk Flowers) with Juan Pieczanski (Small Black) on production duties. they've got ESG in their top friends so i'm a fan for life. their music all sounds pretty wonderful, it's 1982, close your eyes and imagine you're only five blocks away from the night's wickedest party.
not only did they say my best friend's ex-boyfriend is a loooser and refuse to play at his shit clubnight SOME TRUE STUFF ABOUT SOMEONE I MAY OR MAY NOT KNOW, but they also make incredible music, and they're from Manchester.
there's yelping and drums that sound far away then really close, there's an organ and crying guitars. in a good way. it's like Abe Vigoda met Wild Beasts circa 'Limbo Panto' and had a slightly creepy child.
back in the middle of last year i came across an outfit called White Russia. harnessing the power of industrial electronic beats, combined with a special sprinkle of 'pop' and a dab of Bjork, singer Marina Elderton also adds her unique and powerful voice to the mixture to create amazing, fresh slices of experimental pop music that sound like no other.
after being lucky enough to see her in rehearsals, i know for a fact that the White Russia live show is set to be something spectacular, watch out for dates and an EP sometime later in the year.
"Skeptics argue that the paranoia behind a conspiracy theorist's obsession with mind control, population control, occultism, surveillance abuse, Big Business, Big Government, and globalization arises from a combination of two factors, when he or she: 1) holds strong individualist values and 2) lacks power.
"The first attribute refers to people who care deeply about an individual's right to make their own choices and direct their own lives without interference or obligations to a larger system (like the government). But combine this with a sense of powerlessness in one's own life, and one gets what some psychologists call "agency panic", intense anxiety about an apparent loss of autonomy to outside forces or regulators. When fervent individualists feel that they cannot exercise their independence, they experience a crisis and assume that larger forces are to blame for usurping this freedom."
I was about to hand A. back his wikiprintout but he was slumped over the Studiomaster. Or at least that was how the scene presented itself. My faculties now seem severed from reality, his voice resembles a dark alien growl, a scrambled Scooby Doo from Mars, or maybe Jupiter. How long either of us had been holed up in this darkened studio I couldn't say. I had been trying to leave for the last twenty nine minutes but can't seem to find the door. I grab the headphones and make myself comfortable amongst the Cheetos packets and piles of rental videos that remain unreturned. A fine for Robocop 2 is the least of our worries, as my ears are forcibly tuned into the arrival in my ears of a glittering pop princess, warts and all.'