LCD Soundsystem – \”Tribulations\” (Lindstrom Mix)
Goddamnit, I totally rediscovered this jam and a half this morning. Released on Introns which was some sort of LCD Soundsystem B-Side/Remix Comp (which includes the astoundingly good “Yr City’s A Sucker”), this Lindstrom remix of “Tribulations” is a booty shaker. The vocal stabs at the end are AWESHUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
Ok look, I understand that you want to be supportive. You want your child to develop his own sense of “being.” A confidence exploding from a place so deep from within that from a young age your offspring feels comfortable in his or her own skin. But if you’re going to allow them to choose to live in an eternal state of virginity, couldn’t you at least give his hind legs some knees? And maybe a shirt? And what the fuck is that stick? He has four legs… does he really need stability? It better have a knife on it or something… Fuck….
Unrelated but also worthy of mention today:
This ain’t photoshopped.
(Shot @ Rivington + Ludlow)
Also today I would like to break a bottle of cheap champage (there’s a recession on you wastrels) over a little feature I would like to call Robots Among Us. This should not be confused with the Incubus album Fungus Among Us which has no bearing on anything, least of all the career of Incubus. All not that funny jokes aside, this is a serious column dedicated to finding and rooting out the most dangerous threat to all of humankind. No, I know what you’re thinking and it’s not H1N1, nor is it Corporate Greed and an out of control Wall St., neither, my compatriots, is it a impeding socialist revolution led by a racist who duped the public into electing him to the highest office in the land…no
…..it’s fucking robots.
All of the bluster over the “Economy” and “War In Iraq” and “Swine Flu” and “Health Care Reform” is a smokescreen. These nonesense issues are distracting us from what is actually important.
FUCKING ROBOTS PEOPLE.
For the inaugural posting, I will expose one of the most high profile robots masquerading as human: Roger Effing Federer. In the video below, please watch carefully as his gyroscopic stabilizers and carefully calibrated servos deliver the finishing blow to some poor, unsuspecting, eastern european human. The robots are out there people, let’s be vigilant.
This begins a new feature I like to call Unsettling Today. This is the place for things that are so awkward, so butt clenchingly uncomfortable, that the world must be made more aware of them. Today’s featurette stares race relations hard in the face, daring the abstract concept to blink. It then utters, fatefully, “boner.”
Glenn Beck creeps me out 24/7 but this…this is just so shudderworthy that I cannot come up with anything funny to say about it.
I. Just. Don’t. Know. What. To. Do. Anymore.
Surfer Blood – Swim (To Reach the End) – (Right Click To Download)
Well I stole this song from Pitchfork, because they’re the only people that had an MP3 of it. Prior to that we were forced to choke on the proverbial grizzle of that god for saken myspace player. It’s funny, you can’t stream a fucking microsecond of a song most of the time, but boy howdy they remember to serve you an ad over the player.
So for once, and you know you’ve wronged me PF (REALLY WRONGED me), thank you Pitchfork.
On to the music: This song is fucking fantastic. The conceited bloggeratzis will just say “this is just ripping off Band Of Horses.” Yes, there’s a shit ton of reverb on the vocals, but the arrangement is pure power-pop wonderment. Get your head out of your ass. Taking cues from the better parts of Weezer’s back catalog, the band twists Cuomo and Co.’s penchant for the crisp and clean (save Pinkerton) wildly into the world of lo-fi/no-fi. It seems to be all the rage these days. Throwing in a bit of Cheap Trick goodness doesn’t hurt either – and I HATE Cheap Trick.
Put this jam on, you’ll feel like you’re driving in West Palm Beach with the band after a high school football game. Home-made meth optional. Aren’t kids down there in to huffing anyway?
Go team go.
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