I get the most out of âWristwatch,â with its descending riffs giving way to Xandyâs pedal steel on top of the guitar lead. The lyrics open with âSo you say Iâve got a funny face/It makes me moneyâ which conjures up a character misquoting Quiet Riotâs 1983 cover of Sladeâs âCum on Feel the Noize.â Lenderman excels at characters that come across as guys not getting it right, low-key committed to not quite understanding. A denseness, a hapless but easily seen wrongheadedness. Doubling down on not wising up.
This song is true Alex G-style slacker alt-country. Itâs somehow both tender and disquieting, and won me over immediately at SXSW. While technically the solo project of Columbus-based songwriter Mark Allen Scott, the five-piece live band is brilliant and fuzzy and brings everything to life. Darling Recordings labelmate Merce Lemon is a dainty harmonic presence who plays a really convincing tragic figure (she also put out a record this year!). Iâve listened so much that I feel like Iâve spent time in the midwest. I havenât.
this song is soâŚ. itâs not good. itâs not groundbreaking. but the vibes feel like standing outside of a club about to get in but the club is made up of people on pills and youâre the only sober one. you ask the bartender for a drink and she ignores you. your friends disappeared and you donât know where they went. you donât remember getting home
i didnât quite appreciate this song as much as i do now until seeing it performed as the closer to his live show⌠such a great encapsulation of the feeling of years of life under very late capitalism weighing on you
how hard can you go,
and for how long can you sustain it?
when the force that fights back
doesnât ever relax
itâs so relentless,
oh how long can you defend
against a cheat code?
at a furious pace,
with a smile on your face
While it was warm in 2008, IÂ traveled the United States with a crew of friends directing promotional videos for Rock Band 2, a rhythm and timing-based video game that came with guitars, drum kits and vocal mics. We traveled with modified Xboxes and prototypes of the instruments.
The appeal of these sorts of campaigns was that we could dash across the United States, conjuring surreal adventures. Swimming in the Ozarks with catfish grabblers. Hanging off murdered out choppers from Sturgis to the Devilâs Tower. Squishing our way through red clay of a riverside land trust that members of the Elephant 6 Collective had moved into outside of Athens, Georgia.
Johnny Knoxville had a batch of ideas to shoot back home in Tennessee, so we drove deep into the profoundly corrupt Cocke County, Tennessee. We crept past cement infrastructure inexplicably built in the undeveloped woods. Highway exit ramps that werenât connected to any highways. Contractors being paid to build sections of bridges over no actual gap. Money being siphoned and kicked back as we tried to find Parrotsville, TN. READ MORE HERE