Band meeting: Yeasayer’s Anand Wilder, Ira Wolf Tuton and Chris Keating are hunched around a kitchen table to brainstorm song names. Double-entendres, commercial potential, stealing lines from poetry and revising “cheesy” lyrics are all discussed. “The Children. I mean that’s a stupid title,” says Wilder, reading the sheet in front of him. “It’s not catchy at all,” agrees Keating. Woodstock, April 2009: They’ve been jamming new material constantly, discussing possible comparisons, being their worst critics and best editors. It goes on in the living room, downstairs in the studio, even outside around a fire, where trees line the horizon like a barcode. Continue Reading »
There’s a knock at the door. A German-sounding man in his fifties politely asks if Beach House would mind letting two crack-smoking sisters use their dressing room for a while. Tensions are high. It’s late 2007 and Baltimore’s dream-pop duo are topping a variety bill that has attracted only a handful of people to one of London’s smallest venues. For a little-known band, this does not feel like an auspicious beginning. Continue Reading »
Chaz Bundick’s voicemail makes him sound like the Zodiac killer. It’s amusing at first, a stoner having a laugh, but downright creepy by the umpteenth time you‘ve heard it. When he finally picks up, hours later, Bundick asks what day it is and seems unsatisfied with the answer. He sounds nervous; leaving fumbling gaps between his words. Continue Reading »
Young Man is 20-year-old Colin Caulfield, he of YouTube cover versions fame, previously praised by Bradford Cox for his take on Rainwater Cassette Exchange and featured here for his version of Grizzly Bear’s ‘While You Wait For The Others’. Well, since then Caulfield has been working on an EP entitled Boy in his Chicago bedroom and even has a gig lined up at one of my favourite venues, La Fleche D’Or in Paris, in two weeks. Hopefully more good stuff is still to come… Continue Reading »
Every time Chris Garneau attempts a lo-fi recording at home, a chill lends itself to the air and a faint lullaby-like sound can be heard interfering with the tape-deck. The more he strains to hear it, the more he’s convinced he’s captured an electronic voice phenomenon. What he doesn’t know is that his ghost has a name: Perfume Genius. Continue Reading »
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There's something captivating about watching a kid dip fries in ice cream before he eats them. The reactions of onlookers are priceless
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Found out Kurt Vile is opening for Panda Bear tonight & raced to gig, but missed him. Still expecting a spiritual experience from PB, tho
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