I am listening to “Turn Up The Radio,” which, while not exactly a work of genius, is a solid double and an OBVIOUS choice for a summer single, which it still is not, and I have to know: Why does Madonna seem so bound and determined to not have hits anymore?
Scissor Sisters ft. Josh Homme - ‘Magic Hour’ Infomercial (by scissorsisterstv)
Real talk, this is not the best Scissor Sisters album, but this is maybe the best piece of video ever created.
I did you a favor and set the search as the click-through link. (via Craig)
I reviewed last night’s Florence show. I like this band a lot and was pretty much blown away when I saw their MTV Unplugged taping, but this set was messed up by weird pacing, terrible lighting and a drummer who cluttered their best songs with plodding beats. I think I was more into the Unplugged show because they toned down the arrangements and carved out more space in the music for her voice, which is pretty amazing.
I went with Matthew to this one, and I can’t disagree — still a pleasure to see her live, but it wasn’t what you’d call a magical night.
It’s always so hateful when two shows you want to see go on sale at exactly the same time, but I managed to get tickets for both Afghan Whigs and Scissor Sisters today. (I think I am the only person I know other than Maura who loves the Whigs, but I bought two tickets anyway. Sorry, boyfriend who couldn’t care less! Hope you don’t have plans October 5th!)
Unfortunately both shows are at Terminal Fucking Five, but life is full of suffering.
this is pretty much all anyone would ever need to know about thom yorke
I am staring at this while listening to the new Hot Chip and it’s basically perfect.
(Source: demiadejuyigbe, via bg5000)
Twork It Out by Usher (2001)
The thing about “Twork It Out” is that is sounds like a proto-Tedder version of RENT tunes if “Seasons of Love” were about sex. The chorus is so big and wholesome you can just hear a choir of eighth graders singing it. If eighth graders were allowed to sing sex jams.
DON’T TELL ME WHAT I CAN AND CAN’T SING, MOM
So between this and “Climax” it sounds like Usher’s about to put out an album that I actually might love and kinda want to buy.
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Magic Hour. Diplo! Pharrell! Azealia Banks! Calvin Harris! May 28th! Exclamation points!
(1) That’s a pretty good burn, Patrice.
(2) A hashtag came out of this.
(3) Sometimes dreams do come true.
I went through the whole Kanye+Comics archive, and it looks like I beat Chris Sims to this.
Art: Mike Zeck
Lyrics: “Monster”
Brilliant.
Been waiting for someone to nail this line.
“Call Me Maybe,” Carly Rae Jepsen (Curiosity, 604, 2011)
It’s been a little while since I have heard a perfect pop song. (Okay, it’s technically been two hours, since I heard “TiK ToK” in the car on my way home from theraPublix this afternoon.) This is a perfect pop song, and it’s No. 38 on the Hot 100 in its first week. If it doesn’t go No. 1, I will be floored.
This song rules.
Since I immediately went out and looked her up after hearing this, I’ll save you some time: former Canadian Idol contestant (placed third), currently signed to Justin Bieber’s manager’s label. That is absolutely killer string sampling / programming / whatever it is, and that stop-start meter, ugh, too good. One of those songs you’ll download, be obsessed with for a short period of time, and then forget about until several years later when you’ll stumble across it on shuffle and get all excited again. In this, as well as in the strings / meter / etc., it calls to mind The Veronicas’ “Untouched,” which is a wonderful thing to call into my mind.
So our amazing artist on SWAMP THING, Yanick Paquette, wrote an original symphonic score to express the themes of issues 7 & 8, featuring the rebirth of Swamp Thing. The only thing more amazing than that is the image that iFanboy whipped up for their article about it.
