
Calvin Harris Pros
Dizzee Rascal's "Dance Wiv Me".
Kylie Minogue's "In My Arms".
Calvin Harris Cons
Kitsch.
"The Girls".
Ha-ha-the-'80s.
"I'm Not Alone"?
Vile!
See what he did there.
He lifted "Madagascar" by Art Of Trance, chucked in the hand-claps from "Star Guitar" by Chemical Brothers, mumbled something over it, and earned himself a number one single in the U.K.
What's the problem? A couple of months ago, for example, Lady Sovereign built her single "So Human" around The Cure's "Close To Me," but it was somehow endearing and effective while Calvin Harris here comes off cheap and ugly.
I hate this.
Why?
Decibel is offering half off ticket prices for its May 6 fundraiser at Triple Door [previously discussed here]. The discounted $25 entrance fee doesn't include dinner, as the $50 cover charge does, but patrons of course are free to order anything they want from the Triple Door's menu (provided by Wild Ginger).
Here's my blurb of the event from this week's issue:
Decibel Festival Fundraiser Gala
MUSIC
Eat, drink, chill out, and, in the process, lend a financial boost to Decibel, the local organization that hosts a world-class electronic-music fest every September. Tonight's gala features Helios, an elite purveyor of beautiful, meditative ambient music, and Seattle's Lusine, whose productions exude emotional depth and variegated textural splendors. Classical violinist/electronic-music composer Rena Jones and the Seattle Pianist Collective also appear, along with electronic-music-enhancing pan-Asian cuisine courtesy of Wild Ginger. (Triple Door, 216 Union St, 838-4333. 7 pm, $50 [includes food/beverage], all ages.)



I am really enjoying Kutiman's YouTube remixes. Here is one:
(Via.)
Sonic Youth have been airing some tracks off the forthcoming The Eternal (out June 9 on Matador) on British TV show Later… with Jools Holland. There’s something autumnal about these songs, fitting for a rock group in which the members are in their 40s and 50s. They’re not peak Sonic Youth fare, but they’re certainly solid late-era Yoof business, with no amazing surprises or huge letdowns. “Antenna” particularly radiates a plangent grandeur. And it’s good to see ex-Pavement member Mark Ibold holding it down on the bass.
Sonic Youth play Sat July 25 at the Capitol Hill Block Party.
Looking for something else, I came cross this...
Brenda Fassie (3 November 1964 — 9 May 2004[1]), was a legendary South African pop singer widely considered a voice for disenfranchised blacks during apartheid...I had no idea Benda Fassie died. The news never reached me. And to think she died only six months after my own mother passed away makes the matter even sadder. Why? Because of this popular tune, "Vulindlela":...On the morning of 26 April 2004, Brenda collapsed at her home in Buccleuch and was admitted into the Sunninghill hospital in Johannesburg. The press were told that she had suffered cardiac arrest but later reported that she had slipped into a coma brought on by an asthma attack. The post-mortem report revealed that she had taken an overdose of cocaine in the night of her collapse, and this was the cause of her coma. She stopped breathing and suffered brain damage from lack of oxygen.

As can sometimes happen with album reviews, I may have been too quick to judge the new Art Brut album, Art Brut vs Satan. Because it's beginning to grow on me. I still think it's probably their most uneven album (and that its weaker songs just have to be skipped), but at least of a few of its songs—"Alcoholics Unanimous," "Am I Normal?," "Summer Job"—are really starting to stick. Most improved of all is "What a Rush." I'd initially dismissed the song for the verses' less than sing-along inspiring backing vocals, but the chorus and the bridge have a couple of the album's sweetest lyrical turns, the first-date small-talk killer, "You like the Beatles, and I like the Stones/but those are just records that our parents own," and the bleary morning-after blackout bon mot, "We were seen kissing/there's a scene missing." Nice. (The band, of course, is as anxiously, ably rocking on the song as ever.)
Art Brut play Saturday, June 13th at Neumos, 8pm, $13, all-ages
Finally, something new by Burial. He has released two remixes of Four Tet. The first, "Moth," is house, and the second, "Wolf Cub," is dubstep. And the house track is more interesting than the dubstep one. "Moth" has the dreaminess and simple beauty of Model 500's "Starlight." "Wolf Cub," on the other hand, fails to develop the beat into in a grand statement of the soul in its urban condition. The beat ends where it begins, as a beat.
This post was made possible by Brian Geoghagan
Scope this video and tell me that it isn’t some kind of Freudian-nightmare fiasco full of sick and depraved images and set to hamfisted Euro tanz-musik cheez. And yet… I can’t stop watching this. Well done, Barto feat. Haka. Russian, I’m rushin’!
Paper Rad, watch your back.
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Judging from the evidence of the eternal hits, country music is primarily devoted to big general themes like heartache and heartbreak and independence and true love. But once or twice in a while, things got more complicated, as these two classic tracks devoted to the dangers of swinging reveal.
First up, George Jones and Melba Montgomery lamenting their married-couple love for their best-friend fuck buddies in "Let's Invite Them Over":
But leave it to Dolly Parton to take it to the next level, spinning a minimalist psychodrama of nonconsensual swinging in "If I Lose My Mind":
Sorry for the weird Dolly collage that accompanies the song and gets in the way of the lyrics, which you can read in their entirety and without video interruption here.
(Thanks for the timely reminder of George and Melba, WoW Report.)
Bob Log III is playing the Croc tonight. Here's just a tidbit of what Dave Segal had to say in this week's paper:
Bob Log III is a one-man ruckus-bringer from Tucson, Arizona, who used to be in the similarly ruckus-bringing duo Doo Rag. Doo Rag released a couple of buzz-generating records that came off like a lower-fidelity Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, without the Ivy League pedigree and corny Elvis shtick. Then in 1996, just when Doo Rag had picked up momentum and were opening for Beck, Blues Explosion, R. L. Burnside, and Ween, percussionist Thermos Malling bailed while Doo Rag were on tour with the latter, leaving Log to finish out the dates alone. Thus was born Bob Log III. Necessity is the motherfucker of invention.
The Shins, Delta Spirit
(Showbox at the Market) The Shins have been awfully quiet lately. Following 2007's fair but not life-changing (sorry) Wincing the Night Away, the band split with Sub Pop and announced vague plans to self-release a fourth album. Since then, not a peep. So, who knows? Tonight might see the band unleashing a slew of untested new material, or it might just see them leaning on their considerable catalog of impeccable indie pop. Either way, expect the band's live set to be relatively quiet as well, as the Shins tend to fade waaay back onstage and let their songs speak for themselves. Or, less charitably: They're kind of a ho-hum live act. Fortunately, their fainting pop songs are still perfectly, painfully eloquent. (Both shows are sold out.) ERIC GRANDY
Iron and Wine, Yogoman Burning Band
(Vera) Grouse about the ad world's appropriation of your favorite band if you must, but understand such deals can mean the difference between your favorite artist praying she never needs the health insurance she doesn't have and your favorite musician driving to her chiropractor in a fully functional automobile and designer shoes. Presumptive case in point: Iron and Wine, whose recordings have been used to sell everything from M&M's and Ask.com to the fourth-season finale of House M.D. and the prom scene in Twilight. As good as the residuals: the musical work to which Sam Beam will devote the rest of his life. Tonight's show at the Vera Project (and tomorrow's at the Triple Door) comes in advance of the release of Iron and Wine's Around the Well, a compilation of B sides and rarities (including Beam's well-loved covers of New Order and the Postal Service) due out on Sub Pop May 19. DAVID SCHMADER
Brian Auger's Oblivion Express
(Triple Door) For 40-plus years, Brian Auger's been making his Hammond organ purr, snarl, roar, and burble in a slew of jazz, R&B, rock, and funk songs that all sorts of producers have sampled (check out Bentley Rhythm Ace's use of the stunning "Tiger" in "Midlander [There Can Be Only One]"). The British keyboardist excels at high-energy dance music, but, especially with singer Julie Driscoll, he has displayed a supple melodic sensibility, too. At age 69, Auger may not have the vigor of his prime, but his repertoire abounds with thrilling cuts, and recent videos prove that this ivory tickler hasn't lost his swift, deft touch. The latest incarnation of Oblivion Express includes Auger's son Karma on drums and daughter Savannah on vocals. DAVE SEGAL
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