The world is in the midst of an electronic music renaissance, and you find most of this boon of producers laying claim to the club-friendly, bass-dropping variety, holing up in the the free-flowing world of hip-hop beatmaking or pitching their tent on the out-there, boundary-pushing EDM camp.
Broncho has never been hurting in the hook department. The success of the trio’s 2011 debut, Can’t Get Past the Lips, was predicated mostly on its ability to marry melodies with kinetic guitar riffs and anarchic energy. Yet we’ve heard nothing to the degree of pure pop catchiness on display in “Class Historian,” the new single from Broncho’s upcoming sophomore album, Just Enough Hip to Be Woman.
No one wants to be forgotten; everyone wants some sort of legacy, a mark they leave behind as they exit this life for whatever lies beyond.
And for as long as there has been death, there have been monuments — whether austere or understated, abstract or concrete, prominent or tucked away in private — erected by the ones they loved to assure that remembrance, at least for a time.
Some of the best albums and artists were born out of happy accidents owed to varying degrees of early suckage — the perfect note or chord for a song found by missing the one you are aiming for, failed mimicry of an idol bearing something entirely new and great instead.
The video for Brianna Gaither’s “Find You” is everything I want in a video, local or no: great storytelling concept, mesmerizing cinematography, beautiful visuals, gorgeous song. If this doesn’t win you to Gaither’s team, I don’t know what will.
Approximately a bajillion years ago, the male two-thirds of Seapony lived in Oklahoma. Punks in love, rebelling against authority, all for love!
Chad Valley’s gleeful “Now That I’m Real (How Does It Feel?)” gets one of the most tender, heartfelt music videos I’ve ever seen.
A thousand watercolor paintings were used to make stop-motion animation. This is a visual feast.
Hometapes is becoming my favorite label, as this studio performance cut from the label’s Collections of Colonies of Bees is a smile-inducing blast of crescendo-ing O-prog.
There’s a Mountain Goats shout-out in what must be one of the most entertaining (and most necessary, and most insulting) public service announcements ever.
Rob Zombie directed a commercial for Woolite? Entitled “Torturer”? What?!?