I'm in Portland, it's still barely light out, the air is perfect body temperature, the breeze is gentle and somnoriffic (is that a word?), and I just woke up from the most perfectly glorious disco nap.
And when I did, this song was stuck in my head...
...which rather ironic, as I'm about to launch myself into the capricious night, hunting of that drinky and lurid temptress, Portland Gay Pride. So each moment of my night's gaying will now be interminably set to a loop of, "Heeey, we want some PUUUS-AY!" in my brain. There is NO CHANCE this will stop playing in my head for at least a week.
Which is, of course, AWESOME.
"I don't care if you got three BABIES, you can work this dick in my MERCEDES!"
Awesome.
Somewhat inspired by David Schmader’s post about “squick songs,” I want to discuss those inexplicably adorable tunes by artists on whom you normally wouldn’t piss if they were on fire. I’m talking about musicians who stir up irrational bile in you just by the mere mention of their name, but who somehow created that one song you secretly dig the shit out of. File it under shameful pleasures (this goes beyond guilty—and yes, I know some of you scorn the entire concept of guilty pleasures with regard to music; just play along for now, okay?).
Mine is below. I have no use for Styx. Their overblown stadium nerf-rock for poodleheaded fules was anathema to me during the band's heyday and life's too short to revisit them for a revision. However, hearing "Lorelei" by chance in the old Cha Cha in 2006 stunned me into appreciation for a song I'd probably heard and quickly clicked off on the radio dozens of times.
But I had an epiphany that night. Styx wowed me with the way "Lorelei" builds anticipation with those plinky Phil Glass for Dummies synths and then accelerates into that damnably catchy, uproarious chorus, finally zooming into the stratosphere with the realization that you've found the person with whom you want to live forever.
"Lorelei" is trite ("Her eyes become a paradise"—blech), yeah, and I feel as if I've eaten an entire wedding cake after hearing it, but, damn, the layered vocals and ascending chord progression erode my long-simmering Styx hatred and force me to put this shit on repeat.
Which song by a band whom you loathe do you love, against your better judgment?
Eric Grandy interviews Art Brut and previews tonight's show:
Art Brut and Miike Snow(Neumos) Miike Snow are three dudes (two from Sweden, one from New York City) whose production credits include Madonna, Britney Spears, and Kylie Minogue. Their self-titled debut is as expertly produced as you'd expect from such a pedigree, ditching the diva pop for blue-eyed soul and R&B (male) singing crooned over bright and breezy high-gloss electro-pop tracks. There's the sunny, ska-inflected, slightly Peter Gabriel—esque "Animal," with its loping beat, pasted synth horns, and up-picked guitar. There's the archly melancholic "Burial" ("Don't forget to cry/At your own burial"), whose lyrics are offset by a mellow xylophone melody, vocals stretched out like taffy or spun with air like cotton candy. It's not a flawless album ("Silvia" is skippable, even upon first listen), but it's hard to really get mad at anything this light and easy and ably done. One listen, and half of this album is totally stuck in my head. ERIC GRANDY
Also in Up & Coming tonight:
Point Juncture WA, the Pica Beats, Black Whales and Grant Olsen(Chop Suey) The great thing about this year's Noise for the Needy festival is that just about every genre gets a turn in the spotlight. So tonight, while Black Eyes & Neckties and Loving Thunder rip the roof off the Wildrose, fans of a more-mellow vibe will sway and gaze at their shoes for Portland's Point Juncture, WA. The band's shimmering and swirling songs have blasts of tambourine, horns, and harmonies that have earned them comparisons to Yo La Tengo, Stereolab, and Spoon. Openers Black Whales are one of my favorite bearded, folk-tinged acts in Seattle right now (which is saying a lot, as there are many). If you find the Fleet Foxes' campfire sing-alongs to be a little too precious, you might want to try Black Whales on for size. MEGAN SELING
Casey Catherwood on the Lonely Forest in Underage:
The Lonely Forest, the Globes, Intimate HordesIf you've been catching the growing wave of indie-pop bands coming out of the Northwest right now, it's hard to deny Anacortes band the Lonely Forest's steady rise to the top of the rip curl. Since their victory in 2006's EMP Sound Off! competition, the band have recorded with guru producer Jack Endino, written a wild rock opera about the end of the world, and recently played to a sold-out crowd of insanely loyal fans at the Vera Project for the release of their album We Sing the Body Electric. The album is the band's most comprehensive collection yet, a smooth amalgamation of the piano-driven ballads that typified lead singer John Van Deusen's early solo work and the band's recent turn toward head-bobbing rock-and-roll sing-alongs.
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