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The newly released self-titled debut from Britain’s newest songbird, Polly Scattergood, is reaping praise for her delicious brand of indie pop that glides seamlessly between the defiant, the confessional, and the anthemic.
Bonnie Prince Billy / I See a Darkness
This song breaks my heart. I find the darkness of his words very comforting. I love the way he tells a story in his songs — though they are sometimes uncomfortably honest. It’s like reading some beautiful poet’s diary.
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With their debut album, Keep Color, Kansas City-based quintet The Republic Tigers crafted an epic yet timeless and intimate album, weaving future folk, euphoric psychedelia, and exuberant symphonic pop with intricately crafted electronic textures and uncommon emotional depth.
The Menahan Street Band / The Contender
Great song, great groove going on with the drums and guitar. The horn section is really well arranged. It reminds me of some of my favorite arrangements by Ennio Morriconne and Charles Mingus, only with a really good funk and r&b groove to it. It makes me wish I could dance.
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With influences ranging from the bleeps & bass of classic Warp artists to the spectral folk of John Renbourn, and the minimalism of Steve Reich to the percussive space-scapes of Do Make Say Think, the diversity of the music that inspires Kelpe finds reflection in his own sonic adventures, informing his ever evolving sound, combining as map and compass to guide his lunar-bound b-boy throwdowns. It’s an awareness of this constant state of flux that shapes his recordings, and we will study future transmissions with intrigue and wonderment. Kelpe’s second album, Ex-Aquarium, is out now
Hauschka / Blue Bicycle
This was one of my favourite albums in 2008. The album, and this opening track particularly, are perfect for those iPod moments when you’re listening on a bus on a sunny winter day and you look out the window and everything looks like a film. I suppose you would call it ‘cinematic’ then!
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The inscrutable J.G. Thirlwell was dropped on this planet some time ago to bestow sonic majesty, chaos, violence & beauty and cunning linguistics on an unsuspecting earth. A Brooklyn-based Australian ex-pat, Thirlwell has used many names for his many visions: Foetus (and its many name variations), Steroid Maximus, Clint Ruin, Wiseblood, DJ Otefsu, Manorexia and Baby Zizanie. Over the course of more than a dozen albums he has stretched from yearning orchestral soundscapes, meticulously organized chaos, electronic swathes, blistering big band pastiche, crunching hard rock and even inventing stupefying collisions of genres and forms with a raw emotion and irresistible musicality.
Ratatat / Shiller
I dig this cinematic searching sound and melody, and the Brian May-like guitars.
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