Meet my favorite new band this week, The Indelicates.
Europe
Stars
Jerusalem
America
Buy their albums on a pay-what-you-like model.
Meet my favorite new band this week, The Indelicates.
Buy their albums on a pay-what-you-like model.
Does the singer look a bit like Ian McShane?
Writing about music is pointless. Just play me the song already!
I’ve been on a Bad Religion binge recently. I’ve never heard them before. It pisses me off a little, because this is fantastic. I’m getting all sorts of “recommendations” from the music software I use, iTunes and last.fm, but they are never any good. Never. They’re more like “hey, you just listened to something from subgenre X, here’s some more recent music from that genre, which is all derivative of that one good band you like, but don’t blame us, you’re the one who apparently likes this crap”. What I want is: “OMG you’ve missed out on Bad Religion?! There’s a hole in your mind!”
In the future, it’s always 2am and raining.
Every TV series I watch, I compare to B5. It usually falls short, so I operate with a double standard: a separate definition of “good” for everything else.
Dangerous music. The vulnerability rubs off.
More music my shuffle button dug up for me on vacation, kind-of-classical edition:
Prokofiev is for taking 90 degree turns into dimensions you didn’t know existed.
Every time I hear this soundtrack there’s a book I want to read while listening. I’m not sure what book it is, because I haven’t found it yet. I’ll know it when I find it.
Nyman has a repetitive, trance-inducing style that, when it’s bad, is really boring, but when it’s good, when he gets it right, it just goes on and on and on, flowering in new directions all the time, and it seems impossible that it hasn’t ended yet. How can this go on for twelve minutes?!
I used to wonder where all the classical composers had gone, but then I realized they went to Hollywood. Classical music split in two. The fine arts crowd kept the pretensions and the integrity, but all the emotions, all the rousing epic scores, which had been part of classical music and opera from the beginning, that went to the movies. Some people can’t stand this sort of music, and, some times, neither can I, but, look, if you can’t add an epic soundtrack to your life once in a while, what kind of boring person are you?
I don’t know how I ever managed to travel without a 160GB mp3 player. The people, they are annoying, and they talk all the time! Gah! The optimal solution would be to make it socially obligatory to use sign language when you talk on the bus, train etc., but I guess it’s .. easier to just turn on some music if you’re the kind of asshole who is annoyed by that sort of thing. So here’s what my mp3 player dug up for me this vacation:
This version is without the choir, but what I like is that it’s clearly just some student orchestra playing in a mall, and one of my dreams (it’s true) is that one day I’ll walk into a mall and find a student orchestra there playing the theme from King of Kings. Here’s the actual theme, with epic movie font and everything.
A one hit wonder, with Rod Stewart on vocals.
For some reason it’s the transition at 0:50 that gets me. Always.
Let me take this opportunity to ask how come every single review ever written about Air’s 2001 album 10 000 Hz Legend calls it a disappointment. I listened to it for years before I learned how horrible it was.
Don’t say the Soviet Ministry of Culture never produced any hits. There’s this song, (here covered by some goofy English “jazzmen”), and then there’s .. probably many more.
From the 1986 album Invisible Touch
From the 1985 album Fly On The Wall, (which for sentimental reasons is my favorite AC/DC album)
From the 2007 album Vicious Delicious
From the 2008 album Demokratischer Sektor