This is a band becoming aware of exactly what it has to lose, which is not a goddamned thing.
She is the Springfield tire fire on wheels. There is no hope of running into her without getting burned.
indie rockers make synth pop record, check cynicism at the door.
Seriously hoping the PR firm will use this as a pull quote: “The production doesn’t totally fuck everything up.”
Gorgeously melodic pop songs that will have ’80s alt-pop fans swooning.
Three years ago, they were a poppified Black Keys. Now, they seem to be the new Talk Talk. Most excellent news, indeed.
“It’s a warm embrace from an old friend that you haven’t seen in a long time.” My stepbrother said that. He’s not wrong.
Ure discusses his new album Fragile, and together we brainstorm the best ’80s package tour ever.
Party at Ground Zero, indeed.
Marshall Crenshaw told us that every musician has an internal clock that tells them when it’s time to make a new record. For the New York electronic duo Home Video, their clock is clearly set to four years, because their (fabulous) sophomore album The Automatic Process was released four years after their debut No Certain Night or Morning, and here we are four years later, and the band is about to release their third album, Here in Weightless Fall. The band’s love for atmospherics and slow buildups remains, but for the lead single “Forget,” they work in a dash of melancholia, and the end result is audio catnip. Some bands don’t like this word – though we’re not sure why – but “Forget” is arguably the most accessible song the band has ever done. Armed with a pulsing drum track, sparse percussion, and that minor key melody, “Forget” is the kind of song that will cause people to do anything but. Get on the bandwagon now while there’s still room.
If there is a universal truth among people who dedicate their lives to music, either the creation of it or the consumption it, it is that each generation bemoans the slow but gradual decline in the art of songwriting. Perhaps the greatest declaration of this took place during the 2007 World Series of Pop Culture on VH-1. Two groups of trivia buffs, people who had dedicated their lives to knowing everything worth knowing about pop culture, were asked to guess the name of a hit from 2006 (the previous year, mind you), when given a piece of the lyrics. Neither team got a single one right. Finally, one of the contestants said to the host, “I don’t mean to sound like an old fogey, but today’s songs are terrible!” The crowd erupted into applause, and curiously, there was no 2008 World Series of Pop Culture. All of this is a (very) roundabout way of saying that when it comes to songwriting, Art Decade do not share the standards of their peers. (Clue #1 to the …
At age 14, while watching the video for “The Metro,” these words may have been spoken: “I want that girl.” (Pssst: They were.)
UK electro pop songstress releases second album, makes certain Popdosers tingly.
Cassie McKinnon. She’s like Harry Dresden, only more assassin-y.
The man on the wireless cries again: “He’s back! He’s back!”
Still one of our favorite non-wastes of time.
Well, it’s been fun. Last one out, make sure to turn out the lights.
Listening to Blur in concert is nice, but seeing Blur in concert is better.
This is as close as Americans will get these days to a live Blur show.
The man gave 18 years of his life to Don Henley and Glenn Frey, yet despite numerous opportunities, he would not speak ill of them. Color us impressed.
Former Razorlight and current We Are Scientists drummer drops a new solo album. Popdose is giving away the title track.
Get ready to buy your third copy of Avalon, and smile while doing so.
It’s strange to see Duran Duran churning out live videos every other album like some New Romantic version of the Dave Matthews Band, but at the same time, it makes perfect sense. They’re coming off their best reviews since 1982 with last year’s All You Need Is Now, and when the new songs are mixed in with the old ones, it would be difficult for someone unfamiliar with the band to know which songs came from which period. (They also stand to make more money from DVDs such as this now that they are their own bosses, but that is another story for another day.) The video they assembled from the Astronaut tour was very good, but with “A Diamond in the Mind,” Duran Duran are riding on momentum rather than the nostalgia that dominated the Astronaut tour, and that has to be a good feeling. It certainly looks like it feels good. What this set means for collectors is yes, you get yet another version of “Rio,” “Hungry Like the Wolf,” “Notorious,” “The Reflex,” …
UK synth-rock pioneers revive golden-years lineup, make startlingly good album.
World Party’s cruise director chats about his new box set, and why some people should be forced to smoke marijuana.
Both gods of modern rock, both capable of causing night terrors.
The outspoken passionate one is a pariah, while the cold, calculated one is adored by millions. We’re doing this wrong.
David Medsker runs 1992 through the beat mix blender.
Welcome to our latest feature, in which we dissect the album that restored an artist’s chart prominence. First up: Duran Duran, and their improbable 1993 smash.
Here’s the back story: I had just graduated from college in the summer of 1991, I was in Connecticut. Girlfriend was in Ohio. I packed up everything I had and boarded a train to move to Ohio to be with her. But she was under tremendous pressure from her parents to break it off, and by the time I arrived, their smear campaign was clearly working. I rarely saw her, even though we worked in the same mall. I got a job at a record store, and one of the promo CDs that had just arrived was Squeeze’s new album Play. I had always liked the band but never bought any of their records. However, the local modern rock station (97X, holler) was giving it some support, so after hearing a couple songs I liked, I took it home with me and played it in the car of my friend Ed, who’s the only person I know who likes Squeeze more than I do. I vented all of my frustrations to him about the ridiculous predicament I put myself in as we blasted “House of Love,” because damn it, I was living that song. She was full of lies and boredom, a very acidic tongue waggled in her head, we seemed the best of friends, life had just begun…but on the roof a tile began to slip. The house of love caved in, and that was it. Fuck.