tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71669792026-05-06T06:55:25.859-04:00an indie music blogUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1947125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7166979.post-91296393453770559732021-02-01T20:09:00.002-05:002021-02-01T20:09:38.228-05:00

photo: dave gillespieAlfie Jurvanen (Bahamas) shouldn't be, and he probably isn't, living in beautiful Nova Scotia and raising a young family. So, perhaps he's a Happy Hunk? Though, I'm not the best at judging my fellow man's sex appeal. But, music on the other hand, I have no problem judging, and I bring my gavel down, hard, on the verdict: guilty. Guilty of twisting the tiniest, fattest,

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Six years since The Notwist have released a new album. Six years? It was something like seven years since I had posted about music here on this blog. I've loved this band for close to twenty years. Not all of their stuff, but bits and pieces have glued themselves to me over the years. Take a look at their output here at Alien Transmission, and pick your way through the label roster for your own

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So, it's been a while (years). How are you? Things have changed, life kicked me hard. But, still... there's music to listen to (and to fall in love with). In fact there's years of stuff to discover and to start with I want to point you toward the melodic pop of Andy Shauf. There's beauty in sadness when it's conjured with minor chords, a lonely voice, and the masterful arrangements of Andy

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Robert Zemeckis's classic starring Tom Hanks has been, in a tiny way, given a Wes Anderson style make-over. Louis Paquet has wondered what the film's opening credits would look like Anderson-ified. Here they are and I like.  

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June 3rd will give us the new Clap Your Hands Say Yeah album titled Only One and with a invigourating taste of what will be offered is this track, "Coming Down", with help from The National's Matt Berninger. The band has supplied us with tour dates and they also need some assistance with their EU tour. Check it out you might just get Alec Ounsworth to play in your living room. 4/9 :

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If any of you have wondered why this blog has slipped away into one of the millions of dusty corners of the internet, today I came upon a prime example of 'what' caused this... Pitchfork's current golden boy, Todd Terje.  All electronic, all disconnected... his songs off of  It's Album Time exhibit a lack of nature, a lack of skin and bone, of fingers hitting, plucking, striking

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 It's fantastic to hear new Alice Boman music, fantastic as it hasn't lost it's unique personality while still being a more 'hi-tech record' (she's moved on from intimate home recordings to a cabin in the woods).  Alice came to us as a soft baby bird you gather in your hands, watching it easily settle into it's new nest of fingers, skin and bone. That soft baby bird is still there

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How often does The National's Matt Berninger get compared to the golden throat of Leonard Cohen? Well, just once is one time too often. I bring this up because Swearing At Motorist's singer, Dave Doughman, sounds like the perfect meshing of Mr Berninger and Cohen and comes out sounding like no one but himself. this flag signals goodbye from the album  This Flag Signals Goodbye (2002) (

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There is something odd about Low Skies' Christopher Salvater's voice—there seems to be a sad moan buried just beneath the surface. It claws it way closer to the light when in lower registers and when it climbs up from it's blue-bladed grave into falsetto, the weeping willows sway. Driven by a big and ragged guitar, Low Skies, "Sad Hymn" turns blue in all the right places. sad hymn from the

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June 18th marked the release date for Mark Mulachy's first studio album in eight years, Dear Mark J Mulcahy, We Love You. Recorded in Northampton, Massachusetts, with Henning Ohlenbusch at the helm, the album was mixed by Paul Q. Kolderie and mastered by frequent Mulcahy collaborator Myles Mangino.  Long adored by fellow musicians and industry insiders, Mulcahy has tended a feverish core

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A simmering opening becomes interlaced with lead singer Bry Webb's recitation. And the music simmers, and the band simmers, building... building... building... until the liquid roils. "Can I get a witness?" young offenders from the album Constantines (2001 Canada) (mp3 courtesy of epitonic.com)

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Real Punks Don't Sing About Girls by Bronx Cheerleader Real Punks Don't Sing About Girls by Bronx Cheerleader

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Jim Guthrie's "Never Poor", off of his 2013 release, Takes Time, opens with a boozy horn and late night nicotine piano that recalls 70's Tom Waits and the dive bar openings found on his early records, but that is blasted against the wall by the rich fat sound of Guthrie and his band all jumping in on the same beat. And surprisingly, and pleasingly, that good feeling lasts just four beats

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This song... it makes Sixeyes feel like he's got two eyes again. Oh, my god, it brings back all that was so mysterious, intense, moving, and undeniably physical about a piece of music that twists about your core. This is eleven years old again... and it feels so good. And what is so f**kin' amazing is that Sixeyes gets that happiness from several of Marmoset's songs... here they are, free

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The term Western Canada often brings to mind iconic images such as Lake Louise, the Rockies, or a Mountie on a horse framed by Lake Louise and the Rockies... but shift a tad east to the heart of the west, Saskatchewan, and you'll find flat plains and huge vista skies. This is the Canada of Andy Shauf, a criminally ignored singer/songwriter whose audience deserves to be much, much bigger.

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An extra large Listening Post today... thanks to the great free music site, epitonic. And HAPPY CANADA DAY! bob dylan the times they are a-changin' patti smith wing the tallest man on earth 1904 richard swift whitman el perro del mar glory to the world divine fits for your heart the halo benders don't touch my bikini the xx reconsider dirty projectors swing lo magellan kurt vile wakin' on

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Vancouver's Jordan Klassen must have been inhaling the same air as Carl Newman when he wrote this track. I know nothing of Klassen other than he's based in British Columbia, the home of The New Pornogapher's Newman. Although, now I know this song is just a touch baroque where Newman's pop is often in the 'power' camp. And that's not all... "Go To Me" has an air of Sufjan at it's start, but it's

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So spare, so crisp, like a collar-less dress shirt, freshly laundered. White, starched... slip it on and button it up. You'd swear you can smell hot metal and steam on the papery cuffs as you finger comb your hair. Spoon is all about control—neat, folded, pressed—ready-to-wear out of the package. Pull the top one from it's paper wrapper and snap it in the air... that starchy crack is Spoon.

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Sweet Billy Pilgrim is a British band named for an American character, Billy Pilgrim, from Kurt Vonnegut's classic novel, Slaughterhouse-Five. A 21st century band referencing a late sixties novel, describing events of a late 1930's to mid 1940's war. This leapfrogging of time is as folded-in upon itself as the creation of art can be, and what's folded in during moments of creativity are

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Maybe you get the reference to 'gold-plated diapers', maybe you don't. And maybe, juuust maybe, you've never heard this song before. The entire staff here at Sixeyes recalls this song, by Malkmus and his band, fondly; we all love it—especially the cowbell. the hook (mp3 provided by epitonic.com - one of the first curated music sharing sites)

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Out of Key by Albert Draper Archfiend by Eksi Ekso The Sparrow by Lawrence Arabia

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