Sound of the City roots for the home team and so does Impose Magazine‘s Jeremy Krinsley.
Turkey Day may have put a stop-gap on this weekly effluvia of New York music news you’ve all come to know and love, and man, we missed… some really amazing stuff.
I’ve always been on the fence about MGMT in the knee-jerk sort of way of one who’s paid to be a music snob. They are on Columbia Records and their bedroom eyes have graced glossy covers, while I have a hard time remembering what their songs sound like. That being said, much like Ezra Koenig fronting Fucked Up (cute!), there are certain charming shifts in character that remind you that, yes, they’re human, and they have a sense of humor. Dressing up as Thanksgiving, lip-synching to your own songs in floppy puritan garb and claiming to have met your co-frontman on an internet dating service to front your band “Make Great Music Today” is one such scenario.
This was awkward. After a back and forth drama between the Web Sheriff, Grizzly Bear, and Animal Collective in which Ed Droste’s post of a new AC mp3 was incorrectly accused of being the song’s “global-leak-source,” we all learned that said “Web Sheriff” is more than just an awesome idea for a Halloween costume, it’s a real person, with pre-written, threatening e-mails, and a bad temper. Forced to post an apology, as well as the Web Sheriff’s e-mail, the post, which garnered the obscene amount of attention you’d expect, is now sort of boring, with a 12-step explanation of the confusion. Way more fun is the Web Sheriff’s Twitter, which has moved.
The Marnie Stern kissing booth could have been a world tour, but it sounds as if the pucker-up stopped after two shows, and that most of the lip-locking happened between Ms. Stern and the men of Gang Gang Dance. Way to work out all that tour tension.
The Vivian Girls strike me as one of the first newly-loved-by-all bands that are sufficiently young and tuned-in enough to keep pace with the internet buzz cycle. Their debut album only came out a few months ago, but they’ve dropped a couple new songs this week on their just-minted record label in a package that includes a seven-inch (with a Beach Boy cover), postcards, and a t-shirt. I’m waiting for Vivian Girls trading cards. Another reason people will continue to ogle is their unperturbed candidness. The video clips of an interview )that earned not one but two posts on this blog) showed the girls combining earnest love of the “punk” lifestyle with an acerbic snobbery for those who go to “Applebee’s with their coworkers.” Adorable!
The announcements for the next ATP New York are rolling out and locals are well in attendance. That said, the upcoming New York Eye & Ear Festival and Record Fair is probably going to be more fun for the geekier music snobs among us. A two day fair that promises upwards of 36 bands, a late night dance party, lots of record-selling tables, put on by the Pendu Organization. And to that tune, the flotilla of New Year’s Eve parties (and the cruise ships on which far too many of them will be hosted) have begun to roll out.
These Are Powers have been touring for months (or rather, the last break they took from their eternal treck through Europe and America was a while ago), but in the midst of their traveling, they’ve announced a new album to be released in early 2009 on Dead Oceans, an exciting and well-deserved step up the label ladder from the ever-reliable and excellent HOSS Records.
Kermit the Frog and James Murphy!
After EPMD released their first single since 1999, the rap duo have slowly leaked bits and pieces of the LP in anticipation of its official release. The latest is called “Bacstabbers.”
My editor got a Facebook friend request from Boy Crisis.
The same New Yorkers continue to be “rumored” to play the upcoming inauguration. Why wont they just be officially announced? Maybe they transition team is worried about stealing Bill Richardson’s sunshine. Snoop would perform, if he’s “admitted” to–highly unlikely.
Jeffrey Lewis teaches you about Rough Trade.
Sister Souljah is releasing a follow up… prequel to her last novel, The Coldest Winter, called Midnight: A Gangster Love Story. But don’t call it “urban lit.” Quote: “Shakespeare wrote about love. I write about love. Shakespeare wrote about gang warfare, family feuds and revenge. I write about all the same things.”
David Byrne has expanded his tour in support of the new album he put out with Brian Eno.
Russell Simmons’s political stances have become increasingly yawn-worthy, starting last year with his strident side-by-side-with-Al-Sharpton attack of the N-word. Lately, it’s been supporting Hillary Clinton. Really.
Jadakiss got Lil Wayne to do a song without autotune, but good luck finding it online.
Charles Hamilton and Max B. smoke a blunt, Hamilton releases a song about pills that talk.
Theophilus London, with a new track.
Jim Jones makes a jump on the Christmas pop song circuit with a Billy Bob Thornton impression.
Lidia Stone break up.
Diddy releases this video on the heels of a fragrance he dedicates to Barack Obama, Muhammad Ali, Martin Luther King, and working dads. Also, he would like to be the next James Bond, since “there is a black president and it‚Äôs time for there to be a black Bond.”
Busta Rhymes attracts controversy in England with his new track “Arab Money,” when a DJ and his Producer at a radio station are suspended after people call in complaining of offensive lyrics. I was more offended by the quarter tone vocals on auto-tune, and the hilarious mimicry of Arab MC dance moves in the video. If they only knew it was all just a green screen.
Jean Grae played a show and no one showed up but the New York Times and Talib Kweli. Kweli also notes Obama’s import on bringing hip hop into the political mainstream: fresh faces “who are not like Bruce Springsteen and those other old men who pay taxes, have mortgages, and stuff like that.”
As may happen regularly with the upcoming Biggy biopic, a video of the rapper from 1995 suddenly made it onto Youtube without getting immediately removed.
Redman put out one of the better tracks on a new Streetfighter II mixtape, actually sponsored, apparently, by Capcom.
The singer from Blonde Acid Cult had a period on the way to Mercury Lounge?