Monday, December 04, 2006

How well do you know music?

We all get tired of reading every once in a while, so in lieu of a review, I found something fun. How well do you know music? Could you name songs through visual representations? Test yourself with this video courtesy of Virgin Digital:






Or perhaps you're better with band names, in which case, see if you can name all 80 bands in this picture (also from Virgin Digital):


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I can name maybe about 70ish of them. Can you find them all? Have fun with these music themed games!

Monday, November 27, 2006

Oh, I could not stay away from this.

Following weeks of rumors that Michael Jackson would perform for the first time in nine years at the World Music Awards last week, Wacko Jacko showed up to the show and announced that he would not perform.

Perhaps, though, he realized that might not have been a great move, because toward the end, Jacko jumped on stage with a gospel choir and sang “a few shaky lines from ‘We Are the World’” a Rolling Stone Daily email from last week said.

That, slightly unpredictably, did not turn out so well. The stunt provoked the half-full arena to hiss like a bunch of snakes. Oh, man, I wish I had been there. Way to piss off all your fans, Psycho.

And to perhaps add insult to injury, he collected his two awards (the Diamond Award and Guinness World Record Award for “Thriller”) from Beyonce with the following words [read in high pitched voice]: “I’m greatly humbled by this award. It was my dream that ‘Thriller’ would become the biggest selling album ever. I thank God and you for its success... I love all my fans from the bottom of my creepy little heart.”

Okay, so he didn’t say that exactly, but he did thank all his fans from the bottom of his heart. And then he has sex with a boy on stage.

Okay, that didn’t happen either, but it wouldn’t have surprised me. What a weirdo.

But, seriously, really? Really, Jacko? You’re going to lie to everyone by not performing and then you’re going to thank them. Bahrain can have you. We don’t need your creepiness here anymore.

You piss me off, Jacko, but boy does your weirdness remind me why it is that I <3 rock stars…

Monday, November 20, 2006

"She was feelin' 1972..."

By Christina R.
Different moods call for different music. If you’re feeling angry or excited, perhaps a more upbeat album will suit your cause. But, for my money, there’s nothing more fitting for a day or night of chillin’ than Josh Rouse’s 1972.

It was the first Josh Rouse album I purchased, and it quickly became one of my favorite albums in my collection. A mix of rock and soul, with perhaps the slightest disco inflection, this album offers 10 tracks of toe-tapping fun. Alliteration aside, each track has the perfect blend of funk and cleverly worded lyrics to make anyone just sit back, relax, groove just a little and take it all in.

The album, released in 2003, presents ideas of relationships and life in clever, almost silly songs. Take for instance, track five, “Comback (Light Therapy)”. Over a funky walking bass line, Rouse declares “I miss my serotonin / my days are goin’ nowhere fast,” and that “Maybe if the sun would shine / It’d bring my happy back.” In another track, he claims himself to be “such a pretty boy.”

They’re lines that’ll bring a smile to your face; but upon a closer listen, the songs could really just be deep, albeit silly, metaphors for a lost love and detached loneliness. Rouse uses semi-unconventional ways to reach these conventional themes. It’s definitely worth a listen or two.

And you feel like toning it down just a little more, look no further than the last two tracks on the album. The rhythmic acoustic led “Sparrows Over Birmingham” stands as a gospel rock tribute to old memories, which leads right into the lighter “Rise” that makes you start tapping your foot all over again, as Rouse laments being crazy in love. “Think they’re gonna come and carry me away,” he repeats over and over again. “Think they’re gonna come and carry me away / from you.”

If you got an extra $15 bucks lying around, and you’re really itching to chillax, go get yourself a copy of Josh Rouse’s 1972. Then sit back, relax, groove just a little and take it all in.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Britney and K-Fed. K-Fed and Britney. Who knew that such a perfect love match would crumble for no apparent reason? It was just a matter of time really.

Britney suddenly filed for divorce last week after reportedly finding another woman in his hotel room. It may not have been the immediate cause, but it apparently aggravated the already strained relationship.

But that’s not even the crazy news!

One day after Brit-Brit filed for divorce, her “rapper” husband submitted his own papers requesting child support and custody of the couple’s two children, Sean Preston and Jayden James.

“Kevin is prepared to go the distance in order to do what he feels is necessary to protect and safeguard the children and will not be intimidated or dissuaded from pursuit of those goals,” said K-Fed’s attorney in a statement.

Do you think K-Fed knows what half those words mean? Furthermore, do you really believe that crap? If K-Fed was so concerned with safeguarding his children, where the hell was he when little Sean Preston fell ON HIS HEAD? Or when Mommy Britney took him for a drive?

K-Fed won’t get custody, but can you imagine? Just what the word needs: two little kids with pudding for brains running around shouting “popozao.” Great. That’s what I look forward to.

But what really makes me giggle is the fact that the freeloading rapper wannabe really thinks that it’ll all work out for him in the end. What is he going to do with all those kids anyway? Start up a franchise? Maybe. Stranger things have happened.

And what makes me giggle harder is the fact that he thinks that once he gets that severance package from Britney, he’ll be okay. Hey, Brain-dead, you really think that money is going to last you the rest of your life? Because your career sure won’t.

Way to go K-Fed. You really make me smile in a “God what a stupid asshole” type of way. But it’s a smile nonetheless. Much love yo.

You make me remember why it is that I <3 rock stars.

Monday, November 06, 2006

In Lieu of a Substantial Post

As I prepare the post to come next, please enjoy this video:

Battle of the Bands

Monday, October 30, 2006

Life just isn’t working out for Madonna lately. Her recent tour has brought numerous negative comments about the part of the show where she crucifies herself while wearing a crown of thorns. Cities have publicly chastised her and network television refuses to air the now infamous part of her show. But just to add to her public humiliation, there is now drama surrounding her attempted adoption of Malawian boy David Banda.

A couple weeks ago the Malawi government said that the adoption should not be allowed because they don’t let just anyone adopt their babies. There’s a lot more to it than just providing material things (pun intended?). They also have to be assured that the child will be brought up in a nice, moral household. They actually said “moral.” Oh, and something about not letting non-Malawian people adopt their babies. Moral. Hah!

However, the plot thickens for good ol’ Madonna. Now, Yohane Banda, the birth father of little David said he thought the material girl was going to adopt the baby on his behalf (like not permanently). He said that had they told him that she wanted to adopt his son for the sole purpose of making him her son, he would not have allowed it.

“It would have been better for him to continue staying at the orphanage because I see no reason why my child should be given away forever when I can feed him,” Banda told Reuters. However, Madonna and her hubby, Guy Ritchie currently have temporary rights and already have little David in their home in London.

Wow, what a way to be a kidnapper, Madonna. You should stop trying to be like Angelina Jolie, who has apparently made it cool to adopt children from foreign countries. You’ll never be as cool as her. You’re over the hill. You were once cool, but you stopped after you picked up that British accent after what, like a week?

Also, way to go breaking that poor Malawian father’s heart. Way to steal his child. I’m proud of you.

But why am I the only person who notices that? Damn, I wish I was a rock star. Then maybe I could get away with crazy, heartless shit. Damn. I <3 Rock Stars.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Welcome to Sam's Town

By Christina R.

When their first album, Hot Fuss, was released in 2004, The Killers deservedly rose to the status of "retro new wave" gods. If you're familiar with The Killers, you have come to learn the certain feeling of the songs that's indicative of the band, but some of the songs don't quite fit, for example "Somebody Told Me" followed by "All These Things That I've Done". Not that fitting is essential. It allows for diversity of styles while maintaining a sort of "new wave" blanket. It was what made the album great.

It was what made their new album, Sam's Town, released Oct. 4, so anticipated. "Great things are going to come of this band," you heard all summer long in 2004. And the singles kept coming. A new album was imminent. But, aside from the first single, and perhaps a few other tracks, Sam's Town falls short of expectations.

There's no denying that Sam's Town has that "The Killers" feel. But there just seems to be something to the first album that is missing in this one. For the most part, the fun new wave sound is kind of hackneyed, stale. It's like Hot Fuss but without the novelty. It's too "Killers." There's very little that's new and refreshing.

It's, dare I say, borderline boring.

Of course, there are a few select tracks that are just as great as the favorites from the first album. The third track, "When You Were Young", is the album's first single. I can see why: it sure is catchy. It has pounding electric guitar riffs. It has that little element that all the standouts from the first album had that you can't quite put your finger on. It's fun. It's one of the few tracks on this album that actually does anything. But I guess it's not enough.

Though Sam's Town is a solid effort (and an interesting concept album based around a skeevy casino in Vegas called, logically, Sam's Town), it's not exactly what would have been expected from The Killers' second album. As a debut album, it would have done all right. But the final verdict as a follow-up: disappointing.

Tracks worthy of your time: "When We Were Young", "Why Do I Keep Counting?", "Bling (Confessions of a King)", and "Sam's Town".

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

According to the daily email from the friendly folks over at Rolling Stone, Wilco's Jeff Tweedy went and slugged a fan Monday at a show in Springfield, Missouri. According to an anonymous source, the victim/fan climbed on stage and tried to give Tweedy a "fat smooch" on the cheek. Logically, Tweedy grabbed the man by the throat and punch/slapped him in the face. "Tweedy freaks out like the retard from "[There's] Something About Mary" who doesn't like having his ears touched," the source said. Tweedy apparently apologized (kind of) and finished the set as quickly as possible.

The show's production manager, Pat Hagin, affirmed that the incident occurred, explaining that when you're on stage and someone tries to become part of the show, it can get pretty scary. Tweedy's response was, obviously, just a reflex. Because when people come up to me, my first impulse is to punch them in the face.

"This [fan] is an idiot," Hagin said. But think of all the "Cool Points" he gets now for being the guy Jeff Tweedy of Wilco smacked on stage. Or maybe they're more "Loser Points."

Either way, it'd pretty damned funny. Man, I <3 Rock Stars...




Edit: Here, I found this video of the incident. I love Jeff Tweedy. Good for him!

Saturday, October 14, 2006

I'll meet you in The Back Room...

By Christina R.

"I'm so glad I found this / I'm so glad I did." Those are the first two lines of the very first Editors song I ever heard. It's called "Munich" and it's from their debut album The Back Room, released July 2005. It's track number two, but it's really what brings you into the album, full force.

The song's screaming guitars command you to move something. Tap your foot or wiggle in your chair. Something! The energy of the album is palpable (I can only imagine what the live shows are like!).

The driving beat of the drum and the taunting electric guitars just pump emotion out your speakers. "Don't say it's easy to follow a process / There's nothing harder than keeping a promise," the singer warns in the third track, "Blood." The guitars, again, push you through it: "If there's hope in your heart / It would flow to every part / If there's hope in your heart."

The Back Room is such a refreshing contrast to most of what's out in the world of pop music as of late. It is akin only to the likes of less widely known (though amazing) artists such as Doves or Radiohead. It's not rock the way rock is known now, with its punk pollution. The Editors album is rock the way rock should be.

Each song is just as fervent as the last; and with a sound somewhat similar to that of Doves, Radiohead, Travis (who actually sound a lot like Radiohead at times) and perhaps even Coldplay's last album all wrapped into one, Editors can make a great addition to your music library. The Back Room didn't become one of the UK's coveted Nationwide Mercury Albums of the Year for nothing!

If you haven't already picked it up, be sure you do. After one listen you'll be singing the first few lines of "Munich" just as loudly as I am.

Friday, October 06, 2006

"Suddenly I See" what's going on here...


By Christina R.

This song is, apparently, THE song to play in a movie or television show about someone in the fashion business. Not only has it appeared, or the audio equivalent of "appear", in The Devil Wears Prada and ABC's "Ugly Betty," it also actually appears to be about a model. (Edit: it was also played during a scene in ABC's "Six Degrees" in which two people go shopping for nice, dare I say designer clothes. Hmm.)

"And she's taller than most / and she's looking at me / I can see her eyes looking from a page in a magazine / she makes me feel like I could be a tower..."

It seems to say that models make people feel better about themselves. Perhaps my interpretation is off, but I'm not so sure about that. But negative-role-model issues aside, it's still a catchy song.

It begins with a wicked base line and a bass drum. There's also an unidentified electric (which means it's probably synthesized) sound that leads into an echoing electric guitar. The airy vocals of a female singer come in. It's airy, but it's grainy. It's possibly one of the best female voices ever. At least it's one of the best sounds for a female voice ever.

The bass drum continues as do some soft "oohs" in the same airy voice. "Suddenly I see / this is what I wanna be / suddenly I see / why the hell it means so much to me," repeats the airy chorus.

So maybe it's just about a role model in general. "She got the power to be / the power to give / the power to see yeah yeah." Yeah, yeah.

The repeated chorus brings it on home. The song never loses its urgent beat, carrying you to the end. Yeah, yeah.

Perhaps it has more appeal to women; perhaps it's more of a "chick" tune, but whatever. Doesn't mean it's not worth a listen. It's bass driven, it has (potentially) a good message. Hell, it's even got a chick singer. But it's not your typical chick rock.

This is actually good.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Mattox is my Prizefighter

By Christina R

Bain Mattox, a small band based out of Athens and Atlanta, Georgia, has scored again with its sophomore album, Prizefighter. This album, released November 1, 2005, tells the listener about the life of frontman Bain Mattox, the band's namesake. Though he's always been a strong and striking lyricist, Mattox's artfully worded songs about quarrelling, relationships and his father make this album a prime demonstration of the 24-year-old's growth since the release of the band's last album, the self-titled Bain Mattox, in 2003. The music is also a welcomed display of the band's maturation with age and experience. While maintaining the band's unique instrumentation like accordion and banjo, it is darker and heavier than most of the first album, and, at times, is reminiscent of Counting Crows, and Coldplay. Prizefighter, funded entiring by fans who pre-ordered the album, is a victory for the band, delighting old fans while attracting new. Album stand-outs include "Prizefighter," "Slowpoke," and the ever-heart-wrenching "Closer to Me."

Thursday, September 28, 2006

I ain't never been to Nashville, but I know what it's like...

By Christina R.

We all try desperately to find that one album we can listen to over and over again because when we do find it, our search is over, right? Well, maybe. I thought I found that one album about two years ago, but this summer I was proven wrong.

Led by my own curiosity and a recommendation from a very reliable friend, I purchased Josh Rouse’s Nashville. It begins with a rough acoustic guitar going over the same few chords over and over again. Rouse’s scruffy yet sweet voice lets flow the sweet nothings of loving observation. “You play your stereo loud / you got your headphone on / I see you dancing around / to your favorite song,” he sings. “It’s the nighttime, baby,” he says, “don’t let go of my love.” It’s a simple love song, but it’s catchy as hell.

Each of Rouse’s albums seems to have distinctive sounds, and Nashville is no exception. You can feel the difference between this album, released in 2005 and the more disco inflected 1972 released in 2003. Before the release of Nashville, Rouse’s marriage ended, and he moved from Nashville, Tenn. to Spain. The album, mixing upbeat melodies with, at times, heartbreaking lyrics sums up that feeling of having to move on.

Perhaps one of the best examples of that feeling is the heart wrenching “My Love Has Gone.” The starts with a dreamy yet surprisingly cheerful harmonica, leading into Rouse’s lament: “Love ain’t on my side / love ain’t special / love ain’t great / lost in a fog / I’m using spite to find my way / where did you go / I still curse you to this day / I miss her smile / I miss her laughing in my face.”

The album is the perfect album for when you’re up and about, and it’s the perfect album for that not oh-so-sun-shiny day. In all my years, I’ve never found an album I loved more. Give it a listen, and perhaps you’ll feel the same.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

I'm currently Under the Influence...

By Christina R.

Under the Influence of Giants is one of those bands that you can't NOT have in your CD collection (or digital collection for all my music downloading/stealing comrades). Just going by the first single, "Mama's Room," this CD is going to be awesome (I say it's "going to be" because I have yet to acquire it, even though it's out already. But seeing as I have no car, you cannot blame me for taking a while to get down to the nearest record store).

Anyway, this band isn't just another self-righteous punk band, as has become common this past year with new bands. Under the Influence of Giants take elements of rock, mix them with elements of pop, and for good meaure, throw in some oh-so-funky inflections for a wholly round sound. I dare you not to groove.

"Mama's Room" starts with a steady drum beat (provided by Jamin Wilcox) and an unrelenting guitar riff (courtesy of Drew Stewart) that continues throughout the tune. If you have a pulse, you're tapping your foot or bobbing your head. You're into it. Don't lie. The beat leads you, logically, into the young, sweet sounding pop voice of the lead singer Aaron Bruno, and the funk-driven bass line of David Amezcua.

Lyrically, the song is about trying to seduce someone in your mother's bedroom, the band's website says. "Makin' love in Mama's room / takin' all I can from you," the falsetto in the chorus tells you. "And then you go, go, go / go, go, go." Amen.

Kinkiness aside, the song is just so damn catchy, you're singing it too. It's reminiscent of the Bee Gees or another equally disco but talented group. It's hard to believe it's just a bunch of 20-somethings in a band whose lineup wasn't solidified until just under a year ago.

Under the Influence of Giants' debut album, Under the Influence of Giants, is available in stores now from Island Records. I'm going to grab a copy of it, and I suggest you do the same.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Bain Mattox: God of Accordion, Mandolin, and My Heart.


By Christina R.

The saddest thing about "local" music is that sometimes you have to be in the right place at the right time to be lucky enough to hear it (if it's even worth hearing). The greatest thing about it is that if you are, then you can gloat to your friends about the awesome new band you just discovered.

That's what happened to me when I found Bain Mattox. A friend and I were originally supposed to see another band, but being the day after Christmas 2003, there was a lot of traffic, so the main event never showed. Luckily for us, the opener was good enough to keep us there (but that's another story), enabling us to listen to the middle act, the aforementioned band. We had never heard of this band, but they were incredible. We were hooked after one song. I have since been preaching the word of Bain.

Folks across the Southeast have also discovered Bain Mattox, called "hands down, the most talented unsigned artist in the country" by Alternative Addiction, and his band's first album, the self-titled Bain Mattox, released September 2003, for themselves.

Probably the most striking thing about the band is the lead singer and band namesake's talent for a wide array of instrumentation. Mattox delivers sounds in this self-titled album most people wouldn't really expect in your run-of-the-mill rock band. We're talking banjo (not just for the backwoods as some may have you believe), mandolin, and accordion. That's right. I said "accordion" (and a mean accordion at that!). Oh, and did I mention a saw? Yeah, one of the other guys plays a saw, too. Interesting instrumentation isn't exactly a novel idea, but on this album, it feels new (I mean, really, who do you know who can play a saw?).

The album begins with a dreamlike guitar melody, making way for Mattox's plinking mandolin. The rocking bass and booming drums make you want to sing along. Luckily for you, the four and a half minute-long song is composed of only about 10 separate lines repeated throughout (a contrast to the remaining 11 tracks which are slightly more complicated, both lyrically and musically).

Track two, "Thorn," follows the acoustic sound of the first, but treats the listener to a more waltz-y beat. Foot tapping ensues. "Tell me what's the thorn in my side?" Mattox asks as he croons about an annoying friend. But, then the album suddenly leads you into the underground world of the homeless in the electric guitar driven third track, "Jet Black Ash."

Each song surprises you, and though you know they're all the same artist, they each have a fresh new feel. Wind Mattox up like a toy soldier, and let him sing about fighting for the "Republic of You" in track six. It's what he intends to do, he says in this drum heavy love song. And don't forget to listen for the musical saw!

But don't think that the musical diversity is done because three tracks later comes the haunting banjo in "Peripheral People" about, fittingly, seeing ghosts. The album leaves off with the lonely sound of an accordion, which assists Mattox in telling the tale of unexpected pregnancies and the feelings of helplessness and confusion. "And pure skin on skin / can result in kin," Mattox proclaims, finally adding, "I'm not ready / I'm not ready to be anything."

The album finally concludes after 41.4 minutes of spinning original and poignant songs. If the honesty and emotion don't kill you, hit the play button again to relive the whole thing. You can't just listen to it once. I had never heard anything like it before, and I have not really heard anything like it since.

Bain Mattox is, in my mind, the most promising artist of the decade. The only thing better than the album? The energetic live shows!

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Welcome!

Hey everybody! Welcome to the new blog. As you can tell from the little subtitle thing, this baby is all about music. I can't live without it, and well it can't live without me because I'm one of the few people I know who still buys CDs, haha. I have a few old reviews I've written, but never given, so I'll probably start out with those, but then as we progress you'll get to hear about new (or old) stuff. Because if I've never heard it, it's new to me.

So just hold tight for a bit while I decide what to post. I hope to have the first one later today or tomorrow. So until then...


- Christina