Get your devil horns out and your head-bangable hair ready; you’re going to need them for this one.
No song has made me want to air guitar right from the get-go more than King Tuff’s “Black Moon Spell”. It’s actually next to impossible to resist the urge. Presently I’m writing this in a public place, so resistance is necessary. It’s also futile. Oh, fuck it! Air guitar in public it is.
Try and stop me.
No, it’s not a Grease remake; this scene comes to us from God Help The Girl, written and directed by Belle & Sebastian’s Stuart Murdoch.
We have to call out Murdoch, here, for a blatant double dip. “I’ll Have To Dance With Cassie” originally appeared on the album God Help The Girl, in 2009. It’s making the rounds again, now, on the God Help The Girl Original Motion Picture Soundtrack, which contains most of the tunes from that older record, plus some extras.
P.S. That’s Catherine Ireton’s voice you’re hearing, not Emily Browning’s.
Julie Budet may be the only singer I know who can get away with straddling a giant, phallic cob of corn without losing a lick of credibility.
Yelle have been doing dance-pop since before Lady Gaga brought it back to the mainstream, and fans love them for it. There was some worry that the band may record in English this time around, but as you can tell by the title track, on continue à chanter en français. We can all let out a collective sigh of relief.
If you’re in the mood for a Wednesday night dance break, they play The Mod Club tonight. Don’t worry if you can’t sing along.
Yo La Tengo Decorating Service: we’ll make your bedroom look like Jack Shephard’s apartment after he lost his marbles (that’s a Lost joke; go with it).
Was it really so long ago that music videos needed little more than a band hanging out in a room, performing out-of-place but mundane tasks? Twenty-one years, it turns out. “Big Day Coming” (here shortened from its seven-minute album running time) comes from 1993’s Painful.
It’s hard to avoid rooting for this bear, though it appears he dug his own grave.
Aside: his mountaintop cabin is oddly reminiscent of the one in Chaplin’s The Gold Rush.
“Pick Up The Phone” comes from The Notwist’s 2002 record, Neon Golden.
When I first heard this track, I didn’t feel particularly reminiscent of days gone by. It didn’t even occur to me that the tune that I was dancing to in my living room (don’t judge me) would even evoke any form of nostalgia.
Caribou’s video for “Our Love” has proven me wrong. The song is actually a perfect soundtrack for watching the sophisticated older lady wander the grounds of her enormous estate. That said I have questions: Is that a body lying next to her in bed? Will she stop walking at the end of the video or continue? Only Dan Snaith has the answers.
Our Love was released earlier this week via Merge Records.
Whoever first suggested that “the hair makes the man” (not an easy thing to determine, as it turns out) probably didn’t have this neon mood do in mind.
We’ll toss out another saying that seems apt here: absolute power corrupts absolutely. With the kind of influence this guy’s hair was wielding, it was only a matter of time before he turned to the Dark Side and met his inevitable end.
Brave Shores release their debut EP later this month.