I’ve quickly realised that I will often oscillate between slightly dreamy and slightly rocky, with shades of music in-between; I guess that’s my sort of scene then? Haha. Anyway, it looks like I’m in a big dream-esque, grandiose phase in terms of music listening at the moment, so here is some nice chillwave from Eppard:
The Temper Trap: I've missed you guys!
Don’t you hate it when you find a new artist that you love and six months later people are telling to listen to the aforementioned artist because they’ve become huge. Well since pretty much everyone we back is destined to be huge so you probably know the feeling. (more…)
A happy coincidence indeed that this particular song title is suitably meta-textual, as I haven’t been posting for a bit. But with the onset of April, after equal amounts of soul-searching and movie watching, it’s time to continue on my merry way of sharing new music. I’d like to think of my 2 week break as Hank Moody-esque (à la Californication, Season 1), but indeed that is a mere fantasy. Ramblings aside, here’s a very mellow track from Carousel:
Don't you fuck with Katniss.
Sad times, my friends. This is the penultimate Hunger Games soundtrack review. A few things: Slate’s complete coverage of THG is fantastic, check it out pronto. Also great: This piece by Bim Adewunmi for The Guardian about a few fans’ racist reaction to THG casting. It’s all true and segues into the oft-interesting argument about casting in general. It seems lots of the cinema-going public is still (perhaps unknowingly) racist when it comes to casting. Tributes for a television show where kids kill each other aren’t real. Black people are. And finally: Check out fun.’s Some Nights. It’s truly, truly brilliant. I’ll follow up some reviews later. See you later today for the final installment of our THG review.
You’ve Got The Love has been has been an undeniable success. However, The XX’s version featuring Theophilus London is a whole other ball game but don’t worry. I’ve got you covered (yes I just made that joke). Have the three-piece band (the fourth member in the picture is Baria Qureshi who left in late 2009) been able to replicate the same emotion that shone through in Florence’s version?
This week has been a tough week. Getting back to school is never fun but despite getting back to the ever-present mountain of homework that perpetually hangs above my head, I managed to stumble across a gem of a song with an amazing piece of album art!
It’s amazing how refreshing a week of Alpine skiing can be, how enlightening it is to take a break from the status quo and just get out there…and do. Having said that, I’m heartily looking forward to the school/university transition that creeps closer with every day, and the liberation that will bring.
Keeping on that theme, here is a delightful single by Man Without Country, the same people who brought out killer 2011 remixes of M83, Active Child & Moby (all found here):
So I know on this blog we’ve kind of been going Lana Del C-Rey-zy (that’s why you come here: for the quite frankly world class puns), but having spent the last couple of days in Paris and therefore not being able to write, I’ve decided to charm your ears with this nice little remix of such a big song.
You Again: M83 returns to Can You Hear This
We’ve been fairly M83 heavy here recently, for which I make no apologies. Yesterday we took you for a spin to the eery Midnight City and well, things are about to get even eerier. Ranconte-Moi Une Histoire, like most of M83′s work, takes you on a journey from beginning to end. In French. It walks on a thin line between delicate and creepy, and ends up pretty transcendental. It’s beautiful, and a nice way to ease you into Friday. Just one more day, you guys!
More M83 magic after the technological jump:
There’s a new big-hitter on my list, and he goes by the name of Clams Casino. The New Jersey bedroom producer has stormed onto the scene, producing tracks for emerging acts like ASAP Rocky and Lil B. The man has put together an album full of the instrumentals that he has produced, and in a lot of ways I think they’re better than the actual songs. My favourite (and the one that has been plaguing my mind over the last week) is called Realist Alive. Take a listen. No wonder clams are supposed to be aphrodisiacs…
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