Cough Cough // Everything Everything
The band must’ve realized typing this song name and their name back to back would look like a horrible case of stuttering. Thanks, guys.
They must’ve realized how stupid-catchy this is, so nobody would notice really anyway. Highly recommended play if you want to dance like a dipshit at the club by the way.
Since it’s nowhere on youtube or anywhere else really.
For the 900th post (yay), I give you…new Kanye. I don’t mean to fangirl, but actually, I do. Because this is incredible. And you are stupid for thinking otherwise.
Sorry. I haven’t had a reason to fangirl out lately. Thank you, Yeesus.
Dream Machines // Big Deal
Look, I just want to be in this band now.
Or at least write a song that sounds this fuzzy and great.
After Afterall // William Fitzsimmons
If you are currently experiencing a major, dramatic shift in your life, a breakup, a graduation, a big move, what have you…I recommend you avoid listening to William Fitzsimmons for a while.
Maybe the charm of these simple songs and William’s voice barely humming above it all like early-Iron & Wine Sam Beam works on the select few saps like me. I choose to believe otherwise. Songs like this just flat out hurt. And, for some reason, that makes them completely endearing. I don’t know. Enjoy the sorrow, I guess, friends.
Let’s Talk About Your Hair // Have Mercy
I may or may not have cried like a beautiful man-child whilst listening to this song.
I second this. I actually cried out a beautiful man-child though. I can’t pay custody, guys. And this kid’s already part-man, so he wants to be independent and shit, but he’s still a child and it’s hard to be a parent sometimes.
Basically, exercise caution while listening to this song.
Kiss Land // The Weeknd
The first track released from The Weeknd’s first official full length, Kiss Land (which I still haven’t gotten over as being one of the worst album names I have ever heard), was going to be big. First of all, it would have to live up the fact that a) it comes from one of the most anticipated records (with a shitty name) of 2013 and b) it’s likely going to be the single that The Weeknd tries to break fully into the mainstream with. Secondly, it’s the Weeknd, so, quite honestly, I already have a half-boner. Bring me to full, Abel. Bring me to the fullest of boner.
I’d say my curiosity is peaked, if anything, with this one. The beat is creepy as hell from the start, which I’m loving. The shift mid-track…also very welcome. Abel seems to be reaching that point of breaking lyrically though, bringing up a doctor/voice of reason that says what everyone listening was thinking: “Hey Abel, this whole ‘mixing drugs, tons of alcohol, and having sex with anything that moves’ thing you’re doing…yeah, it could kill you. Mostly the drugs and alcohol part though, keep on having a good time in the sack”. He still mixes his pills though, earns a couple more stacks, and does his creepy, tortured/drugged up artist thing, which I’m debating if I want more of or if I want him to…uh, not go off the deep end and die from anytime soon?
Kiss Land, the album comes out later this year. I will save any real judgements/references about my erection until then.
You know what’s really disappointing? Being disappointed by a record.
And man, does the Daft Punk album disappoint.
The good news is: they absolutely nailed it with Get Lucky.
And, actually? This one, too.
To be quite honest, after a solid amount of listening and contemplation, I agree with the above at this moment. I think the charm of “Get Lucky” is that it’s distinctly Daft Punk, but fully embracing their disco/funk influences. The majority of the record though just sounds like the members of Daft Punk formed a new, mostly instrumental band that really loves Earth, Wind, and Fire and AM radio hits circa the ’70s, leaving most of the upbeat infectiousess Daft Punk is known for behind.
If the album carried in the direction that “Doin’ It Right” and “Contact” closed the record with (i.e. early ’80s electronic-pop meets modern electronic catchiness), this would be my favorite album of the year. Unfortunately, we have an overhyped disco record that, at best, has five songs I will probably be listening to still by the end of the year. Very, very sad face right meow.