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Toys & Tiny Instruments: what is going on?

Toys and Tiny Instru­ments, a sham­bling good­time rock band from Brooklyn, NY, are exactly as they sound. They play their sets with toys and tiny instru­ments. There is a whole mess of them – like six or eight humans are onstage when the Toys play – but they pull it off since their instru­ments are […]

the psych-doom cometh: Sabbath Assembly

I’ve only been lis­tening to straight-up doom sounds. But hear me out. There’s a lot of gor­geous­ness in doom. Why else would we love the silent napalm opening of Apoc­a­lypse Now? This album, Sab­bath Assembly’s Restored To One (June 2010) is doom melody of the finest order. It’s gor­geous Age Of Aquarius-style choir psy­che­delia, con­trolled and […]

who needs the sun when he goes away

I found myself in Boston once again. This time I had brought along a trav­eling com­panion, someone to act as a phở­tog­ra­pher and, per­haps, mit­i­gate (or at least doc­u­ment) the var­ious hor­rors that con­sis­tently befall me when­ever I attempt to do any­thing with my life besides huddle in a dark­ened room under a pile of […]

Miss Marnie, or Her Majesty Shredding

Fall begins: sun­streaked school­buses, pumpkin beers fer sale, Obama in Martha’s Vine­yard, crabby home­less, and, of course, some great upcoming releases. Put away your girl­pants, and get ready to put on your girllong-johns.

Links of Interest (not lynx of interest; this is not a bobcat watching club, THIS IS GIRLPANTS)

News­flash: Unless you live in Port­land or some other pos­sibly myth­ical “cool” and “rainy” place, right now it’s hot and summer. So let’s listen to music and also read about it instead of going to Coney Island and staring at weir­does (or busting open a fire hydrant and dousing our body parts in it/making our […]

Girls Names

Girls Names came at a good time: just when all these “girl” bands were get­ting stale, we get another girl band worth our ears.

pushed over the brink

I stirred. I was not cer­tain what had awoken me. Even with aware­ness returning to me, I could feel some­thing sap­ping my energy and my strength. Sucking the very life out of me. With a cry of rage, I forced myself to my feet, shaking off the last of the feeling of lethargy. I took […]

Proud Sponsors of Pepsi

Mas y Mas were intro­duced to me by a cer­tain ex-waitress-at-a-strip-club on a recent jaunt down to Rich­mond. Let me set the scene: walking to the gas sta­tion for cig­a­rettes you might see a dude sit­ting on his porch blowing on his digeridoo (thusly named Digeridude), too many cute girls riding bikes to count, and […]

Magic Mang

I recently had the good for­tune to see post-Postal Ser­vice indie synth whatever-core band Magic Man, kicking ass in an over­cast, early time slot of a cer­tain Fes­tival of Spring­time Abandon. Sorta home­town heroes that they were, they played their hearts out for handful of their goofy, adoring col­lege kid fans, and watching them it […]

Minor Works

Our pal Joel covers some dis­tance between the last few J. Tillman records: “some­where in that long walk, Tillman got spooked, his voice ethe­re­al­ized and the grandeur he found in his travels mate­ri­al­ized before him in a sparkling vista.” Quite refreshing, not unlike those soda pop com­mer­cials we’ve been hearin’ about.