Three New (And Unknown) Bands You Must Hear This Summer
Remember Fishwife? Probably not, but if you like freaked-out math rock with a frontman that sounds like Jello Biafra with schizophrenia, you’ll love Ghetto Blaster.
JT And The Clouds
This is one of those bands that really grows on you. They are an Americana indie rock band that sounds like a mix between Ryan Adams and Devandra Barnhart—great Sunday morning music.
Indie hip-hop at its finest. This deep-voiced white boy sure can rap. This disc falls into the smart/weird rap scene along with Kool Keith, Mos Def, and of course Awol’s full band, the Shape Shifters.
To The Sea
I love Jack Johnson as a person—the dude is the coolest, nicest guy you could ever want to meet. I was never too into his music, but I did find myself humming along to a track or two at a barbecue here or there, and that’s the genius of Jack Johnson. He doesn’t give a shit what you think, he just wants to make music for mellow people to enjoy at barbecues, you can’t hate on that. This new disc is his best yet, and the video for “You And Your Heart” is epic. There, I said it, I’m not too cool to appreciate the cool vibes of a Jack Johnson CD—now back to my depressing indie rock and obscure foreign shit.—Chris Coté
Let me start by saying that Surfer Blood is one of the best band names I’ve ever heard. Right off the bat I wanted this band to be good and live up to their name, which they do. Astro Coast is a great blend of catchy, dreamy, sunny pop that edges its way into serious indie rock with little hints of Neil Young distortion, African drum breaks, and even some psyched-out Animal Collective-type shit. If you’re a fan of The Shins or Rogue Wave ,you’ll be into Surfer Blood.—C.C.
Band Of Horses
Ever drive by a ranch and see horses confined behind the fences? It seems unnatural, hindering their intrinsic nature to run wild like the majestic steeds they are. Band of Horses’ new album, Infinite Arms, is an attempt to bottle that need for freedom into twelve tracks. Theirs is a sound that reinvents the genre of country music. Ben Bridwell’s voice continues to inspire on this, their third album. Infinite Arms takes the listener for a ride throughout the countryside on horseback, searching upwards and downwards for a freedom and finding everything there is to be found.— Ryan Brower
Our favorite messy-punk New York madmen are back and still f—king off as much as they ever did, playing their brand of trashy electro-punk rock. They truly don’t give a shit, as they mentioned in a previous track called, “F—k What You Like.” Darker Blue gives us nine more reasons to love this band—nine more kick-ass tracks of A.R.E. Weapons gold! Imagine if Gary Numan was a gritty hipster punk in New York City today and played shows with Dance Disaster Movement and !!!—that should tell you what A.R.E. Weapons are.—C.C.
Anyone else tired of MGMT’s big hit “Kids” and the incessant club music remixes? MGMT is one of those catchy pop/techno/rock bands that you want to despise and cringe at when a hot chick mentions how much she loves them—that is until you actually listen to their music. They’ve been on a touring rampage since their first album Oracular Spectacular came out in 2007 and finally decided to get back in the studio to create their sophomore album, entitled Congratulations. It stays true to their placid yet upbeat style and offers some more catchy tunes right in time for summer. Hopefully it doesn’t get as played out as “Kids” has, though, because I like this album and would like to keep it fresh.—R.B.
The Hold Steady
Heaven Is Whenever
If you’ve never listened to The Hold Steady, what are you waiting for? They can rock or keep it mellow, and have a knack for the use of words, stringing up just about every emotion on the spectrum. In this album they investigate one of the oldest questions in human existence: does a heaven exist? Maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t. But along the way, The Hold Steady is not going to worry about that—they just want to get the most out of what they’re given. And what they’ve given on their fifth studio album, Heaven Is Whenever, is a rousing presentation of American rock looking for answers through human connections and finding that those answers we’re looking for have been here the whole time.—R.B.
Street Boners: 1,764 Hipster Fashion Jokes
Vice Magazine is as guilty as anyone for propagating the hipster explosion, and for that we thank them, and loathe them. Either way, all Vice fans love especially their infamous and now legendary “Dos And Don’ts” column created by the anti-hipster hipster genius, Gavin McInnes. This book compiles 1,764 of his greatest hits, as in his riotous comments on various hipster fashion photos. This could possibly be the best bathroom book ever, lots of photos of hot chicks, the funniest captions ever, freaks, geeks, bros, hos, and more! Get this book—you will love it, unless you were one of lucky people who had their look belittled within its pages.—C.C.
Surf Adventures 2
One of my favorite surf journalists on Earth, Jamie Brisick, sent me this flick out of the blue. I knew that if he sent it, it was worth a watch. The first thing that struck me about this Brazilian flick was the soundtrack (it comes with a CD of music featured in the film), which includes classic tracks by Santana, Sly And The Family Stone, Grateful Dead, and a bunch of insanely good songs by Brazilians artists. The movie itself features a ripping Brazilian cast including Adriano De Souza, Marcelo Trekinho, Fabio Gouveia, as well as an international crew including Slater, Fanning, etc. The interviews, voice-overs, and captions are all in Portuguese, so good luck understanding what’s going on. But from what I can tell, this film is a beautifully shot travel story that goes around the globe spotlighting different cultures, surfers, and surfbreaks.—C.C.
One Month On The Moon
Low-budget surf movies are not made any better when surfers attempt to be funny actors amidst plots that make no sense only by a relation to the surfer’s last name and the amount of time it took to film the movie. It is quite amusing, though, how large seagulls peck Australian Andrew Mooney to his demise in his outer-space expedition for the classified, behemoth left that Ross Clarke-Jones informs him of. Some serious charging by Mr. Andrew Mooney, Anthony Walsh, and Laurie Towner, and high-flying antics courtesy of the silky smooth Craig Anderson are this movie’s saving grace. Forgo the cheese and you’ve actually got some really solid surfing clips.—R.B.
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