Don't even ask me how we get music out here on the island, but here's what I'm listening to.
This is dance music for fat chicks in their 30's. The singer sounds like he eats the songbooks of Paul Westerberg and Brent Best for dinner, sits on the toilet, and turns on the tape recorder while he's trying to expel his dinner from his scrawny ass while simultanously smoking a carton of cigarettes. Guys who are attracted to dancing fat chicks in their 30's will like this album, alot.
This is dance music for fat chicks in their 30's who also have bad teeth and short pixie haircuts. I'd love to see a duet between this bands singer and Lucero's singer. Then I'd love to see them in an ultimate fight match. Then I'd love to see them sit down for tea. There's nothing unique about this music, but it's pleasant and innocuous enough to be enjoyed while sipping an autumnal serving of hot cocoa. I'm sure they'd sell a boatload of $50 concert tickets without even releasing an album if Dave Growl played drums for them.
This guy (Jim O'Rourke, the album is called "The Visitor" )slept with BOTH Jeff Tweedy and Thurston Moore, making music critics and pitchfork readers everywhere jealous, jealous, jealous. This recording will put a hyperactive toddler to sleep. But unless you have a hyperactive toddler, I say skip in and listen to his more rock-centric 2001 release, Insignificance. I also can't imagine any fat chicks dancing to this music. But fat (male) readers of pitchfork (was I redundant several times over with that phrase?) might try.
Nellie McKay and her dogs sing a tribute to Doris Day. Lots of fat chicks and their gay best friends will love this album. Straight guys can buy this one for your mom for Xmas, but lock yourself in the closet and have a listen yourself. If you're secure enough.
