Glitch punk + Profound/ Esoteric Lyrics = Crystal Castles
Hold my head under water
Take a breath for the Father
Learn to love. Lessons repeating
The Chronicles are so misleading
This is your baptism
And you can’t forgive them
This is your baptism
And you can’t forgive them
DO YOU PRAY WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED– NATURALLY?
Hopefully I get my check before the Wallpaper. show in San Jose on the 18th.
Kanye West is not an artist. Whatever style he presents, whatever “new sound” he introduces, they’re simply not original. Even worse, it’s not personal. Just as mainstream’s streetwear king/ self-dubbed music genius previously sampled the hell out of a bunch of songs for Graduation– a sample-heavy album featuring 10 of 13 songs not being completely his own work, Yeezy’s newest video samples one of the works of my favorite filmmakers/ artists, Ralph Bakshi. See for yourself, the similarities between Kanye’s video for “Heartless,” and scenes from American Pop.
In the words of Mark Vallen on street artist/ Obey Plagiarist, Shepard Fairey, “it displays none of the line, modeling and other idiosyncrasies that reveal an artist’s unique personal style.”
10. Radiohead – Idioteque
9. At The Drive-In – 198D
8. Alkaline Trio & Tegan Quinn
7. The Three Degrees – Tenshi No Sasayaki
6. Elliott Smith – Between The Bars
5. Entrance – Silence On A Crowded Train
4. RATM – Bulls…
3. Rilo Kiley – Ripchord
2. Jenny Lewis – Melt Your Heart
1. Ryan Adams and The Cardinals – Fix It
I went to the Jenny Lewis show yesterday in Santa Cruz, thinking it was going to be disappointing for two reasons. One, I was anticipating a bunch of Jenny lookalikes– redheads with bangs, probably wearing overalls or hotpants, topped with a fedora, while singing at the top of their lungs, ruining the experience; and two, I believed that her current album, Acid Tongue, wasn’t up to par with her previous debut, Rabbit Fur Coat. But I was wrong.
If anything, I like the album more now. She gave the new songs that she performed, a more personal meaning, as she stamped them onto my memory in the way a good artist is able to. Her vocals haunted, and her eyes captivated, making everyone feel as if she was singing to them– making a surreal moment true for each person, reminding everyone just how vulnerable they are just as the characters in her lyrics. She was flirtatious, and she was charming; sharing random stories and never letting go of each long look that she would shoot at the men in the front row, as she strummed the guitar or pounded on the piano keys. Jenny Lewis proved that she was definitely more than an LA girl, she has some charm.
Holy shit! I actually went to Blow Up. WTF was I doing at the Rickshaw last Friday night?! Douglas Haddow would be disgusted with me. Nevertheless, I have to admit I had a lot of fun. And it’s all thanks to hanging with a certain baddass photographer and witnessing the band, Wallpaper.– the satirical, sonic-singing, glitz-gloating, and excess-storytelling duo of Eric Frederic a.k.a. Ricky Reed and Arjun Singh. Fuck it if it’s hipster shit! There’s no denying that Wallpaper. easily becomes a new obsession. If there’s one song that summarizes the essence of Wallpaper., without a doubt it has to be this one (eyes and ears to the video).
P.S.
A part of me still wishes I was at the Mezzanine that night for Black Scale’s event.
LOGIC VIGILANTE 