Monday, January 11, 2010

Whathaveyou


  • New albums upcoming this year from the Drive-By Truckers, Arcade Fire (both confirmed), Vampire Weekend, Spoon (both in my iPod already), The Fleet Foxes, The National, Band of Horses (all announced but release dates are uncomfirmed), Radiohead (who knows), She and Him (who cares), and The Who (who who, who who).
  • Regarding the new Spoon and VW: See this post for a super-harduh and brief review of Contra. I've made it through Transference once and, man, this band sure does deliver. Long-time readers will remember a piece I did almost 1 year ago on the topic of bands who've established a sonic trademark and remain faithful to it while still churning out the goods. Spoon reinforces their spot on that list with their newest slate of funky 4/4 indie rock.
  • Another upcoming release I'm impatiently anticipating is that from Toro Y Moi, fellow Gamecock and chillwave noisemaker from Columbia who's been causing some national buzz. I caught him performing a few songs in Charleston in November and I was mightily impressed.
  • Concerts upcoming: None untiltwo big ones, looming like cargo ships the horizon. Indeed, back-to-back nights with Wilco await in March. It'll mark my seventh and eighth Wilco experiences, and first in the state of Georgia. While my seats aren't quite as bitchin' as the last time I saw 'em, I'm confident that the band will still make with the awesome.
  • In what none might consider our first piece of nationally recognized press, my letter to the editor appeared in the January issue of Paste Magazine. I made the argument for the retroactive inclusion of my oft-touted favorite album, Sun Kil Moon's Ghosts of the Great Highway. Will post the actual text sometime this month.
  • The last record I bought in 2009 is Dan Auerbach's Keep it Hid. It's pretty good, although I must confess his vocals always are always muddled beneath layers of reverb and gutted of the low-end. I also take issue with the album title. It's an irrational dislike, but I don't like album titles that are brief directives like that. Something about it seems kinda played out. Obviously I'd excuse Let It Be since the song and the album's legend have qualified it, but by and large it's a pet peeve. Examples include Band of Horses' Cease to Begin and Langhorne Slim's Be Set Free, which is a pretty crappy album even without the title.

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