Fornication Forever with Five
1. The Books at Café Dunord, Wednesday – I love that one song, “Be Good To Them Always,” in which the vocalist sings the same lyrics as the various vocal samples (“a culture is not better than its woods” is a highlight). Neato! Actually, The Books sounded great, better than i expected. Too bad i couldn’t SEE anything. Tall people with giant heads really suck. All giants should be forced to stand in the back. You know who you are, giant pricks.
2. Caribou The Milk Of Human Kindness – just as weird and, dare i say, psychedelic as ever. Fuck Manitoba, Caribou is king.
3. Sufjan Stevens “Chicago” from upcoming LP Illinois – Jon Brion wishes he could have recorded this. It’s nice to hear a song that clearly has a shit-ton of work and creativity poured into it. This heart-swelling track makes me want to find a ginormous meadow somewhere that i can run fast with my hands in the air, with a kick-ass sound system mowing me down with sufjan. No really.
4. Boot of Kraftwerk’s Coachella ’04 performance, http://www.hushreality.com/kraftwerk/ – German electro-pop for life. This brings me right back to the show. If you listen carefully enough, you can hear a girl ask a tall guy with a giant hat to take it off because she couldn’t see the robots standing in front of their terminals (see The Books, above). And if you listen close, you can also hear me screaming.
5. Hating on Kings Of Leon – Goddamn they are bothersome. Go the fuck away, Followills (what kind of name is that anyway?). But it's fun to hate a band too. Hating on Train is so played (and too easy).
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Bonus +1 – Seeing Autechre tonight - I can’t wait to see people attempt to dance to their herky jerky pachinko machine rhythms.
-1. Having to work on what is clearly a day in which i should be running through a ginormous meadow somewhere with my arms flailing.
fornication forever,
tP
posted by timmmii @ 3:10 PM
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