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 […]
Toys & Tiny Instruments: what is going on?
http://www.girlpants.org/2011/01/toys-tiny-instruments-what-is-going-on/
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 […]
http://www.girlpants.org/2010/12/1234/
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 […]
http://www.girlpants.org/2010/11/who-needs-the-sun/
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.
http://www.girlpants.org/2010/09/miss-marnie-or-her-majesty-shredding/
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.
http://www.girlpants.org/2010/06/girls-names/
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 […]
http://www.girlpants.org/2010/06/pushed-over-the-brink/
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 […]
http://www.girlpants.org/2010/05/proud-sponsors-of-pepsi/
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 […]
http://www.girlpants.org/2010/05/magic-mang/
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.
http://www.girlpants.org/2010/04/minor-works/







