The May Girlpants Mix (Girls!)

The May Girl­pants Mix arrives on your hot little screen fash­ion­ably late, its due date being around the middle of the month. It wasn’t entirely my fault though. I’m not sure if I’m allowed to say this but Girl­pants might be bought out by MTV2 [editor’s note: don’t you mean “sell out to…”?] and this […]

your pain’s been done/to perfection by everyone

I’ve been looking back on my uni­formly excel­lent con­tri­bu­tions to this site (where’s my raise, Ben?), and some things have occured to me. With a few excep­tion, I write about two types of genres: clever alt-country and fem, indie folk/pop. Let me assure you, girl­pantsters, that I enjoy a wide array of genre and style…I […]

Girlpants Interviews Peter and the Wolf!

You may remember Peter and the Wolf as a delightful story from your youth. Thing is, Peter (whose real name is Red Hunter) is all grown up now. He’s aban­doned the­ma­tizing ducks with bas­soons… or what­ever the junk that was, and is cur­rently making some of the most spell­binding indie folk around. You can check […]

the stars eat your body

Girl­pants col­lec­tive profit margin rose six per­cent this quarter, which means, YEP, bonuses for everyone! Niina splurged and got her­self a per­sonal chef. Apprently the guy cooks a mean, all-vegan sauteed bean thread dish and can quote T.S. Eliot on com­mand. Not to be out­done, Ben got him­self a sec­re­tary that looks like the chick […]

amid the ceaseless aroma of the eucalypti

Don’t let Niina’s bio pic fool you. Sure she’s a fun, Milton-lovin’ party girl and yea her posts bring some mea­sure of resolve to a tired and strained girl­pants family, but cross her on the wrong day and you’ll find a flaxen-haired She-Hulk ready to school you with the busi­ness end of her fist. This […]

beautiful…and terrible

When I first heard Wolf Parade I thought, “there’s nothing very remark­able going on here, key­boards over some sham­bolic Modest Mou­seisms.” And ok–to borrow a phrase from my Kant-crazy friend Drew, that isn’t so bad “in and of itself,” but it seemed like the hype machine was rub­bing itself a little raw with these guys. But […]

old angel midnight, staring you down

I’ve been meaning to post this for awhile but there have been some shenani­gans around the girl­pants hq. Joel keeps bringing ladies around the office, and I don’t what’s going on exactly, but all of the sudden Braid will start playing real loudly from his cubicle and I’ll hear muf­fled gig­gling. Anyway, via Gorilla Vs. […]

the truth of it echoed inexhaustibly

The other evening I was sit­ting around on the floor and decided that I like the Fruit Bats. A lot of times deci­sions like that are prompted by con­text, and the last time I heard that I was in Ben’s car. Thing is, the only stuff I like to listen to in Ben’s car is […]

Girlpants 2005 Top 10s–Mike

Ben told me I could write this in any tone I want, but since Joel has aggre­sively cor­nered the market with all the humor jokes and junk I’m feeling a bit adrift. I will say this though. Those dudes’ lists are a dis­grace to the pro­fes­sional music writing pro­fes­sion and not simply because they both have My Morning Jacket on there, which is rep­re­hen­sible and the musical equiv­a­lent of a warbly giraffe cooking chitlins, but because, and I didn’t want to say it in a public forum like this but I will because I have a cer­tain com­mitt­ment to the truth, they have no heart and they have no balls.