There’s a Coachella Diet

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Most level-headed people now realize Coachella is a huge joke existing solely as a giant meeting place for psuedo-hippie club sluts and alt-bros. So it should come as no surprise that Stereogum posted an article entitled The Coachella Diet is a Thing today. It seems two fitness trainers have created a workout regimen called “Cut by Coachella.” It’s designed to help their fellow ladies attain a hot bod that can be shown off at the festival. Finally, people rolling their faces off can be assured that they won’t accidentally bang a fatty while listening to shit music.

Eyehategod Drops Another New Track

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Looks like Eyehategod released another track from their upcoming LP, which will be the first released since 2000. The track is called “Robitussin and Rejection,” and it will make your bowels shake. Apparently they will also be playing Three Floyds Brewing’s Dark Lord Day in Munster, Indiana. Imperial Stout and metal? Hell, yeah.

Check out the track and more info via the Brooklyn Vegan post I stole this from.

Before the Eyeliner

Years after third-wave emo hit its peak may seem like a strange time to suddenly toss an article about the bastardized word up on a site that has sat dormant for months, but hear me out. I’m not planning on posting a tangent on what “emo” is or what it should be or where it started or how it died. Really, I was just listening to some bands from the 90’s and early 00’s that, at the time, were considered part of a loose category that shared the name. Even though today the word “emo” causes shudders and horrid visions of emaciated, androgynous teenagers cowering in their bedrooms, for many years it was a type of music that was truly awesome and meant something.

I am purposely shying away from using the word “genre” here, because as it stands, emo is not a genre. In a lot of ways, it suffers the same fate as a descriptor as “Indie Rock.” In essence, emo and indie rock are so broad, they are worthless in any type of actual explanation. The term emo has been used for decades and has meant something different every time. The 80’s had first-wave emo and emocore that brought us bands like Embrace and Rites of Spring; bands fueled by the remains of hardcore but with an emotional bent. Second-wave can be traced to the early 90’s, when the word began being used to describe bands using a more rock-oriented, post-hardcore sound, keeping the same lyrical themes but including twinkling breakdowns and a high level of musicianship. Branches began to form on this tree around this time, sprouting out to more specific genres like screamo and emo-violence, although even those styles could still fall under emo as a whole. And then of course the world was treated the third-wave; here came the over-produced MTV pop emo that systematically destroyed anything the term had once stood for.

Personally, I would generally gravitate towards emocore, screamo, and emo-violence, but that doesn’t mean I have overlooked the second-wave emo rock bands. In many ways, the latter hit me where it counts on later listens. Not to make too crazy of an assumption here, but I’m fairly certain a lot of our readers can look back on a time where records by bands like Mineral and SDRE were on heavy rotation. When I hear songs from bands like that from around that era, I can’t help but think of more innocent times before actually being forced to grow up. Those songs have somehow captured my memories in their chords and progressions.

Basically, I feel enough time has passed since the word emo became a cultural taboo, and I’m thinking it might be time for us to take a look back to the albums that gripped us when we were younger, possibly records we once considered soundtracks to our lives. Below this article is a quick playlist I created on Spotify. It covers some of those second-wave emo classics, from the jangly to the driving. Unfortunately, I was constrained by the limits of old Spotty’s library. Either way, why not take a trip down memory lane? After all, we still experience hopes and letdowns just like we did a decade ago, so we might find some of those old songs as pertinent today as we did back then.

Spotify Playlist: Before the Eyeliner

90 Songs, 30 Days: Day 13 – A Song that is a Guilty Pleasure

Seeing as the writers of aDeadKid have complimentary tastes in music, we are taking a shot at the popular Tumblr survey “30 Songs in 30 Days” list.  So get ready for a shitload of name-dropping and youtube clips as Brian, Matt and Lis proudly give you their 90 Songs in 30 Days…

Day 13 – A Song that is a Guilty Pleasure

Brian: I’ve mentioned this before, but Chuck Klosterman has aptly pointed out that the modern use of ‘guilty pleasure’ is just an easy way of copping out of something you enjoy but don’t want to own up to.

…People who use this term are usually talking about why they like Joan of Arcadia, or the music of Nelly, or Patrick Swayze’s Road House. This troubles me for two reasons: Labeling things like Patrick Swayze movies a guilty pleasure implies that a) people should feel bad for liking things they sincerely enjoy, and b) if these same people were not somehow coerced into watching Road House every time it’s on TBS, they’d probably be reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.

Both of these assumptions are wrong.

So.  What is TRULY a guilty pleasure akin to Klosterman’s examples like snorting coke in a public restroom and sex with your enemies?  For the sake of this post, let’s call guilty pleasures “Something you enjoy although you know it’s bad for you.”

Pop music, even if you loathe it, does not constitute self-destructive behavior.  On the other hand, NOT listening (or following) pop culture further isolates you from others.  Modern media is increasingly scattered and what little commonality we have left with strangers is based on lowest-common-denominator entertainment and internet memes.  Being actively against pop culture music simply isolates people into smaller and smaller sub-groups.  We’re at the point now where you need to coerce your friends to listen to/read/watch the things you enjoy just so you have something to talk about.  (Not that the joy of sharing your passions is a bad thing, just saying).

So.  Obscurity is self destructive. Ergo, flash-in-the-pan side projects are pleasurable, fleeting, and ultimately bad for your social health.  So.  Here’s a song from Ugly Cassanova, a footnote of a band comprised by members of Modest Mouse, Holopaw, Califone, The Black Heart Procession, and Red Red Meat.  Don’t like them too much.

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Lis:  When looking at my frequently played list, many people (Matt and Brian included) would probably consider most of them guilty pleasures. This was a difficult post to come up with something – especially following Brian’s judicious report. So, I’m not thinking about it too much, and going with a song…more specifically an entire band…that when I say I like them, I am usually met with ‘Oh, really?!’ Pause. ‘Oh, you’re being serious.’

Kings of Leon – Closer

Blah. Blah. Prima donna douche. Blah. Blah. Whatever.

I have an affinity for angsty southern boys with strange idiosyncrasies (e.g. all their album titles have five syllables). Add in that I’ve been spending near equal times in Nashville versus Chicago as of late, and here we find ourselves. Go ahead and judge me.

I picked Closer b/c even with the overt bass line, I find myself completely captivated by the drums. Nothing quite like some spastic car-dancing and steering wheel drumming to help with my morning commute.

(Editor’s Note: Matthew is not being super douchey and playing with his teeth – he’s screaming into the pickup.)

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Matt: Straight off the bat, I want to point out that we haven’t posted in awhile due to my lagging. I apologize. Don’t blame Lis or Brian. It’s all my fault. Kbye.

Psych! I’m still here, y’all! All joking aside, it’s time to get serious. Serious about guilty pleasures. To me, a guilty pleasure is more than something you like but want to hide from others. My guilty pleasure is something I love, but it also contains elements of things I constantly complain about. Basically, any of my friends could take my guilty pleasure and throw it back in my face when I complain about bands relying on “pop sensibilities” to sell records. They could point out how I’m being hypocritical when I say easy music is for people too lazy to put any effort into the music they listen to. Because my guilty pleasure is easy music. It’s jangly. It’s banal and simple and made for head bobbing in a Saturn while on your way to a mall. But fuck it, because I love The Jealous Sound, and I will defend them to the death. Hearts, Jealous Sound (and Knapsack).

60 Songs, 30 Days: Day 12 – A Song From a Band You Hate

Seeing as the writers of aDeadKid have some complimentary tastes in music, we are taking a shot at the popular Tumblr survey “30 Songs in 30 Days” list.  So get ready for a shitload of name-dropping and youtube clips as Brian, Matt and Lis proudly give you their 60 90 Songs in 30 Days…

Day 12 – A Song From a Band You Hate

Brian: You can learn just as much (if not more) about someone by asking what they hate rather than asking what they like.  People are very particular on what they admit to liking, while most categorize what they hate in wide, indifferent swaths.

Why do I hate the band I hate?  It’s because they embody something in music that I feel is intolerable — bad music disguised as “important” music.

What you have in the band I hate is a group of film school grads turned recreational bohemian dips, dropping LSD and putting to music (obnoxious music) the clichés you overhear from a table of drunk philosophy/lit undergrads speaking loudly on purpose

This group is fronted by a vapid (though certainly glamorous) instrument-less “singer” whose fans failed to notice his embarrassingly trite lyrics (not to mention an aggressively obnoxious organ) while he affectedly pranced around stage and/or rolled on the floor in leather pants.

Inspired by both Brechtian pomp and their altered perceptions via mediation (but mainly drugs), they masqueraded what could be some of the worst pop songs ever written as some sort of shamanistic vision quest.  Meanwhile crowds piled in to see how fucked up a lead singer can truly get before he up and dies… and then he died.

Close your eyes and listen to what amounts to a lounge singer’s fever dream.

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Lis: There are a handful of bands that I dislike. Maybe it’s because I just don’t ‘get it’, other times it’s because I’m not the intended target demographic, but no band instigates more involuntary eye-rolling and my gag reflex than The Black Eyed Peas. There are a lot of reasons to hate The Peas. To name a couple, there’s the band members’ insistence to punctuate their names or Fergie’s bladder control problems. However, the one that sums it up for me is the unabashed declaration that the following song took 5 minutes to write and the self-admission that ‘it wasn’t like my best lyrically’.

My Humps

Yeah, this song won a Grammy.

[Editor’s Note: I was tempted to link to Jeff Tweedy reciting My Humps for a book launch party at The Hideout, but I don’t want to deny anyone of the full effect of the original experience.]

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Matt: Since I basically don’t like anything, it is easy for me to come up with a ton of bands I hate. However, I only get one shot at this, so I want to make sure it’s the band that I absolutely loathe more than any other. I hate the culture surrounding this band. I hate the singer’s voice. I hate festivals and Alpine Valley and hemp necklace trades and bros eating grilled cheese sandwiches. Faux-bro-hippy-jam-jazz-? Fuck all that. You have too many useless members! I don’t think I have to say much more before I present…

60 Songs, 30 Days: Day 11 – A Song from Your Favorite Band

Seeing as the writers of aDeadKid have some complimentary tastes in music, we are taking a shot at the popular Tumblr survey “30 Songs in 30 Days” list.  So get ready for a shitload of name-dropping and youtube clips as Brian, Matt and Lis proudly give you their 60 Songs in 30 Days…

Day 11 – A Song from Your Favorite Band

Matt: Man alive, some of these are real doozies. The problem here obviously isn’t coming up with a great song by what will ultimately be deemed my favorite band. This is a sleeper question that forces me to actually pick a band as a favorite. Really, the same issues involved in picking a favorite song for Day 1 arise; I have certain bands that might be considered favorites within different styles of music, but picking an ultimate end-all-be-all band is incredibly difficult.

While I have come up with something to post, I can’t honestly claim this band as a definitive answer. Essentially, I put this into perspective by asking myself the following question: If I had to get a band-related tattoo, what band would it be? Well, in the past I have thought about getting a band-related tattoo, and that’s because this band has been a solid contender in my musical library since I was in middle school. Since two of my favorite things are old horror movies and punk, it would only make sense to pick The Misfits. Their theatrics were ridiculous but memorable, and their songs were damn good. Plus, the crimson ghost is a pretty gnarly icon for a tattoo, even if it has been done to death.

Tattoos aside, I really have always been into The Misfits, and I don’t see myself tiring of them, so here is one of my favorites jams by the unruly fellows.

Lis: Echoing the mini-disclaimer above, I have favorite bands for different things, etc. and I do not believe I have ever actually (in my adult life) referred to any musician or band as my ‘favorite’. However, in the spirit of this post, I’m going to put on my big girl pants and pick something from a pair of artists that I find myself continuing to tell people to check out.

I’ve had the pleasure of seeing both Scout Niblett and Bonny Prince Billy play live (albeit separately) numerous times, and the experience is…unique. Pre-show Scout and I sipped tea together in Schuba’s while doing crossword puzzles from the Red Eye (she was already wearing the construction worker vest that has now become a permanent fixture at her shows) and I had the distinctly unforgettable experience of witnessing Bonny Prince Billy (AKA Will Oldham) post-show change out of slacks and into jort overalls in an upscale brunch establishment in Jackson, MS. (Editor’s Note: The fried green tomato benedict at Julep’s is amazing.)

Brian: Since I’m writing last on this one, I feel I can write really mean things and the only way Lis or Matt can retort is by replying, which I can then mark as spam, heh heh heh.

Asking a critic (or a hipster) what their favorite anything is causes a problem.  They will fight this question to the death.  “There is no black and white! Only gray!”  “Choice is an illusion!” “Reason is fluid and topical!”  “Simulation and simulacra!” Etc.  This, of course, is just a way to dodge having any real opinion that you can’t immediately contradict in your next breath.  I remember in college one time drawing a complete blank when someone I respected asked me what I was listening too.  “Uh, ummm, stuff?”

So, Matt’s got a great point.  What band would you get a tattoo of if you had to? That is an excellent way to attack the same question from a different angle.  I wouldn’t expect any less from a philsophy major.  Alas, I can never make up my mind on getting a tattoo either… or even where to put stickers, because that kind of permanence stresses me out.

So, the closest thing to a tattoo these days (and this is a stretch) is my Twitter, and here is the image on my twitter profile…

So, duh.  And here is a very unexpected, and very excellent remix done by Aussie DJ collective The Avalanche.  So… Scotland + Australia = African Tribal Pop.  Obvs.  Enjoy.  Also, Matt & Lis are stupidfaces!

60 Songs, 30 Days: Day 10 – A Song That Makes You Fall Asleep

Seeing as the writers of aDeadKid have some complimentary tastes in music, both of us are taking a shot at the popular Tumblr survey “30 Songs in 30 Days” list.  So get ready for a shitload of name-dropping and youtube clips as Brian and Matt proudly give you their 60 Songs in 30 Days…

Day 10 – A Song That Makes You Fall Asleep

Matt: Sometimes I listen to music while in bed waiting to fall asleep. I have a hard time passing out at night, so I like to try and relax myself once I’m lying there in the dark. Obviously this means I normally listen to calm, dreamy tracks, and the song I am posting doesn’t necessarily make me fall asleep, but I have fallen asleep to it a few times in the past. I don’t think there is any song out there that literally makes me fall asleep, so I am doing what I can.

Essay’s “Love & Air” is a beautiful track that contains elements of ambient floated over a slow steady beat. I really like the song, and I fall asleep to it because it is so mellow, not because it’s boring.

Brian: This is an easy one.  Because, I remember falling to sleep to this song on purpose a few times.  Junior Boys has this sort of ambient  (<- lower-case “a”), calming effect, and this is J.B. at their dreamiest.  There’s the echo-heavy plink that flows through the song, accompanied by soft electro thuds and the atmospheric falsetto.  I have two favorite parts of the song.  First at about 2:40 when most of the mix drops off and you can hear a little typewriter/clock-tick under the song you never heard before, but then you definitely notice if for the rest of the track.  Then, the other part, which may be up there with some of my favorite sonic moments of any song, at  3:50 the mix drops back down while echo-plink takes center stage, and the vocals go all Hurdy Gurdy, and thenn when everything kicks back in about 30 seconds later, it’s just a swelling, transcendent, soothing moment… a few goosebumps before you’re off to sleep.

 

60 Songs, 30 Days: Day 09 – A Song that you Can Dance To

Seeing as the writers of aDeadKid have some complimentary tastes in music, both of us are taking a shot at the popular Tumblr survey “30 Songs in 30 Days” list.  So get ready for a shitload of name-dropping and youtube clips as Brian and Matt proudly give you their 60 Songs in 30 Days…

Day 09 – A song that you can dance to

Brian: Just so you know… I can dance to any song.  Name it, and I can move around to it with a semblence of rhythm.  This isn’t bragging.  I would say that all people can dance to any song — the question is, do they WANT to. ANYway….

Say what you will about The Great Cowbell Uprising of the 2004’s, the world needed cowbell, and it didn’t hurt that the perfect storm of James Murphy and Bruce Dickinson (Christopher Walken) started pleading for it at about the same time.  As MattyDangerFox can attest, I take dancing to The Rapture’s “House of Jealous Lovers” very seriously.  They played it at Bonny’s a few weeks ago, and that was it — it was time to freak the fuck out.

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Matt: I was lucky enough to see Brian lose it to “House of Jealous Lovers,” and I wish I had it on video.

Anywho, lately I have been heavily into this whole bass scene that has been growing in places like London and San Francisco, and the tracks being pumped out make it impossible to not want to get that booty shaking. On a decent sound system, this stuff can seriously rattle your bowels and make your knees go weak, so you can’t really stand still even if you want to. Dark Sky is a group that has gained a lot of respect in the scene, basically because they consistently make excellent tracks in a genre that is in danger of getting old quick. One of there more recent bangers is off of the Radius EP that was released earlier this year. Turn your subs up and give a listen to “The Lick.”

60 Songs, 30 Days: Day 08 – A Song You Know All the Words To

Seeing as the writers of aDeadKid have some complimentary tastes in music, both of us are taking a shot at the popular Tumblr survey “30 Songs in 30 Days” list.  So get ready for a shitload of name-dropping and youtube clips as Brian and Matt proudly give you their 60 Songs in 30 Days…

Day 08: A Song You Know All the Words To

Matt: There are a lot of songs I have memorized, so I am going to go with a song that is actually worth knowing. A song that helped change mankind with it’s important lyrics and outspoken social themes. Yes friends, I am picking a song that helped shape my youth and formed who I am today. Obviously, that song could only be “TV Party” by Black Flag.

Brian: I am not naming a song worth knowing… most of my memorized songs were ones I felt compelled to learn for fear of social scorn. I have a distinct memory of my friend, Matt (another Matt, not the above Matt), KILLING the ladies with his word-for-word performance of the Butthole Surfer’s “Pepper”.  I was also impressed by how, years later, the memorization of Nelly’s “Ride Wit Me,” garnered you Life of the Party status.  I’ve never been too good with lyrics (or remembering  worthwhile things for that matter), but the one I tried hardest to memorize was Blind Melon’s “No Rain.”

This was a very important skill in Junior High.  Tripping up on one lyric would surely earn you the scorn of adolescent peers.  Nevermind that some boys were rocking fashionable bowl cuts, or rat tails, or gangsta looney tunes sweatshirts… I was pretty sure my lack of Blind Melon knowledge (and Beavis & Buthead quotes) would be an easy target of ridicule.

60 Songs, 30 Days: Day 7 – A Song That Reminds You of a Certain Event

Seeing as the writers of aDeadKid have some complimentary tastes in music, both of us are taking a shot at the popular Tumblr survey “30 Songs in 30 Days” list.  So get ready for a shitload of name-dropping and youtube clips as Brian and Matt proudly give you their 60 Songs in 30 Days…

Day 07 – A song that reminds you of a certain event

Brian: I’m going to decide what song reminds me of a certain event as a I write this.  You lucky readers get the unique opportunity to see what I’m processing as I’m processing it.  Some people would call that meta, I would classify it closer to me being lazy. Once again we get into semantics, in this case, what is meant by “certain event”.  I’m going to take this to mean a particular, once-occurring event… so all holiday-themed songs are out.

I’d have to say one of the most interesting songs about an event is an event that only occurred in one man’s head, but has kept people talking for 20 years, is Neil Young & Crazyhorse’s “Powderfinger.”  It’s a rollicking, and cryptic southern rocker pored over generously by Sound Opinion’s Greg Kot and Jim DeRogotis in their Desert Island Jukebox segment, and further in their look back at the LP Rust Never Sleeps earlier this year.

Anyway, is this a song about an event, or a song that reminds you of an event that you’ve experienced.  Writing this on 9/11 it seems that I would have to talk about that.  I won’t.  Much. Although there were numerous sub-par attempts to crystallize that event in song in the months that followed, namely the self-appointed “Voice of the Workingman,” Bruce Springsteen’s cloying 1st-person story-song “The Rising.”  Fact is, it takes a little more than two months to really look at event and tell a story worth telling.  It could take a decade.  I’m speaking now of Bob Dylan’s excellent, if rhyme-challenged “The Hurricane“.

When I think of a song, and a moment that I experienced that moved me, it would have to be bundled up on a cool November evening, marching from a bar in the West Loop among other jubilant strangers eastward to hear President-elect Barak Obama’s acceptance speech.  Politics-aside, it was a very joyous, kumbaya-type experience hearing (as it was featured in his viral campaign) the moody, hopeful, mysterious “Fake Empire” echoing from podium speakers at the corners of Grant Park.  (I can hear Matt groaning right now, hahaha), but here’s video of the actual rally when the video was playing.

Apologies for the propaganda… but please enjoy the background music.

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Matt: I was really having a hard time with this one for whatever reason. While trying to come up with a song, I realized I don’t attribute songs to specific events very often. This actually seems very strange to me since music is such a huge part of my life, but I guess it is what it is. What I did manage to scrounge up was a song that always reminds me of my first punk/hardcore show. I think I was about 13 or 14 when it happened, and I went to see Avail play with The Suicide Machines. The best part of that entire show was when Avail played “Clone.” During the last few seconds of the song, Tim Barry screams “Rise,” and at that moment the place completely exploded. It was fantastic, and it pretty much encompassed everything I wanted punk to be at that time.

Unfortunately, the only video for “Clone” I could find on the internet machine was a live recording along with “Pinned Up.” So, uh, here are both songs I guess. “Clone” is the second one.