Seven minutes of bubbling pianos, gorgeously warm synths and subtle textures… Yeah, I could fall asleep to this. Really, anything on Riceboy Sleeps, the ambient side-project from Sigur Ros frontman Jonsi and his boyfriend(?), Alex, would work here. It’s a beautiful album that didn’t get anywhere near as much attention as it probably should have.
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Believe it or not, although I am fully capable of cutting the occasional rug, I’ve never been one for dancing. But something in this beat is (appropriately enough given the song’s title) pretty unfuckwithable. The video is oddly terrifying for some reason, but then again, so are most dancefloors, so it’s probably appropriate.
Or maybe I’m just being a dick. Also: Oh my God, their mouths and his eyes are the same!
Plastic Bertrand – Ca Plane Pour Moi Oh man. I’m only a week into this and this is already the second wedding anecdote. If ever there was a sign that I’m getting old… But I’ve been wracking my brain trying to come up with an event that wasn’t a concert or music festival, since that … Continue reading
This song will always remind me of Toronto. OK, this one might need a bit of explanation. A few years back, I moved to Toronto. It didn’t really take. I had gone there for the wrong reasons — it was half because of a girl, and half because I thought it was a fairly bad … Continue reading
It might be harder to find one that doesn‘t remind me of anyone, so for good measure, I decided to go with something that reminds me of two people. First, former Fast Forward sales rep and all-around awesome lady Liz Collins and I bonded by belting this one out in her car on the way … Continue reading
His just-posted set on gorgeous French video site La Blogotheque seems like as good an excuse as any to bring up Montreal saxophonist Colin Stetson. It’s hard to even find words to talk about Stetson’s new album, New History Warfare, Vol. II (out now on Constellation), without just getting bogged down in superlatives. The guy … Continue reading
What’s sadder than the moment you finally give up on a relationship? “No Distance Left to Run” is about the best encapsulation of that sense of resignation that I’ve heard in pop song form, mixing a gorgeously mournful descending chord progression and Damon Albarn’s reverb-drenched vocals with just enough of that trademark British stiff upper … Continue reading
Girl group pop from the ’60s is basically distilled, concentrated happiness. I just instinctively start grinning when that opening guitar starts chiming — even if I somehow always remember it being bells — and then the sugar rush hits when the percussion comes in. Then the strings swell, the horns add their exclamation points, and … Continue reading