FAITH NO MORE - Poker Face/ Chinese Arithmetic

Naked Raygun - Last Drink

NEW DILLENGER ESCAPE PLAN IN MAY!!!

I had no idea - once again Brooklyn Vegan comes through! "One of Us is the Killer" comes out in May on Sumerian Records by way of the band's own Party Smasher Inc. In the meantime, I'd never seen this before and it was every kind of awesome I thought it'd be and more: Now, if you're unfamiliar with DEP here's one of their songs for a little juxtaposition (watch the singer in the hood at about 0:08):
I first saw these guys open for Mr. Bungle on the original stint of the California tour. I had no idea who they were, all I knew was one minute my friends and I were near the front of the stage waiting for the show to start, the next the lights went out and furious strobes sent the whole room into seizure-mode. Five violently spastic and extremely intense individuals appeared and began to make music the likes of which I'd never heard before. These figures on the stage didn't look like people, they looked like... demons. Demons made entirely of static. I was literally afraid. Years later I was backstage at a show at Chicago's Metro with my friend Dave when we saw the guitar player smash his guitar and send it sailing out into the crowd where it connected with someone's face. 

Face.

Heartbreakers - Pirate Love

I'm relatively new to Johnny Thunders and the Heartbreakers. They'd been on my radar ever since first reading Noel Monk's 12 Days on the Road circa 1996/7 - an awesome book about the Sex Pistols only US tour (the half of it they played that is) written by the band's tour manager (Monk). Anyway, everybody in the first wave of British punk seemed to look up to Thunders and his band - for better or worse - but somehow their music always seemed strangely out of reach to me. Fast forward to about three months ago on a Saturday. I was home listening to Henry Rollins' weekly radio broadcast on NPR affiliate KCRW. Mr. Rollins played a Heartbreakers song - I forget which one it was but it really grabbed my attention. Then our gracious radio host went on to talk about how the good folks at White Trash Soul Blogspot had gone through the many different editions of the band's record L.A.M.F. that are available (French, Italian, German, etc) and compiled what they believed to be the best composite edition, culling from all those different sources for each song's individual best possible mix.

Talk about a labor of love!!!

The site then made this ultimate edition of L.A.M.F. available for free download - you can link to it right from that site linked above. When you go there you'll also see that the white trash soul folks break down everything about the different records and how/why they chose what they chose. It's fascinating. And the end is result is fantastic listening.

NPR Streaming Thurston Moore's Chelsea Light Moving

courtesy of bowlegsmusic.com

Go here and hear the self-titled debut album from Thurston Moore's post-Sonic Youth band Chelsea Light Moving. The album is out March 5th on Matador. I'm posting this from work, so I won't be able to even hear this until about six hours from now, but I had to pass it on, courtesy of Brooklyn Vegan.

Four Tet + rocketnumbernine

Found this via pitchfork a little while ago. Begs for a certain state of mind. Reminds me of the outro to a traffic song or something. That probably sounds ridiculous, but there's a 70's vibe run through an EDM paradigm.

Or something.

Alice Donut - The Son of a Disgruntled X-Postal Worker Reflects On His Life While Getting Stoned In The Parking Lot Of A Winn Dixie Listening To Metallica

Oh! Great title, great song to match. All hail Alice Donut!!!

I stood outside by the window - Mom lay bleeding on the sofa - Dad dry heaved in the kitchen

I didn't wanna deal

he passed out on the formica - she held an ice cube to her lip - she stared vacant at the screen 

she didn't wanna deal

I drove behind the Winn Dixie - smoked a bone and listened to Metallica - as loud as I could stand it

I didn't wanna deal

I started thinking - he's just biding his time - X-postal worker
eaten up inside - unemployed and disgruntled - eaten up inside


waiting for nothing
waiting for a sign
waiting for nothing
waiting for his time

one day he'll snap and kill her - then he'll shoot me while I'm sleeping
then he'll drive to the office - and kill'em all before he shoots himself

he was still passed out as I entered - she was locked up in her room
locked up and waiting - another day

I ain't gonna deal