Sasha Frere-Jones in The New Yorker: ‘But by the mid-nineties black influences had begun to recede, sometimes drastically, and the term “indie rock” came implicitly to mean white rock. Pavement, a group that the Village Voice rock critic Robert Christgau, in 1997, called “the finest rock band of the nineties—by…
The Fall is one of those bands I know are important, I read about all the time, have been told are amazing, but for whatever reason I never made the effort to explore it for myself. I wish I could be as musically on top of everything as all the…
I’ve been reloading Amanda Blank and Yo Majesty tracks hard since we caught them at the Spank Rock show during CMJ. Here’s a pic from the show. I love the way Jwl. B is fixing her cap so nonchalantly: Amanda Blank is straight buffness. For the uninitiated her verse on…
We’ve been neck-deep in charts over here for an exciting new feature that’s in the works. Charts can be incredible in displaying certain facts. And, so, I thank my friend Fred for pointing out some charts of pure genius. (Don’t get a PhD! It’s a playa-hating degree.) I will give…
This Yo La Tengo track is a perfect moody Sunday song. A delicate tribute to the much-ignored part of being in a relationship: the messy, difficult, undefinable in-between times when you’re so far in, you don’t know who’s right or wrong anymore, and what it is you’re fighting about. And…
I’ve never really associated a particular sound with London night buses. I’ve taken them thousands of times back from whatever club down to Trafalgar Square, then deep into South London, often hood up, often walkman on, settling in for the 2 hour trek home. But there is a sound, it’s…
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