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This perverted animation is just what the (witch)doctor ordered this morning, yeah? Also, does anyone know if former labelmate Chad VanGaalen had a hand drawing any of this? Oh swoon.
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UPDATE: getradified confirmed Chaddy V’s involvement. BRB—melting over that dude for forever. Thanks for the tip, Jonathan!
I spent a lot of my recent time in Florida playing menace to my nephew, mostly by contorting my face into shapes that shouldn’t happen (and that you definitely shouldn’t show off three-drinks-deep into a crumbling first date… trust me).
Somehow this scene from Who Framed Roger Rabbit greatly influenced my sister’s and my early senses of humor. Dad often placed a penny over each eye, squinting to keep them in place, and shouted in a gurgly, deep voice. It both delighted and terrified us.
So I guess now we work to make that perverse humor trickle down to tender, new people on the planet.
Sorry Pip.
I lived in a no-waste, sustainability compound for just two weeks intermittently last spring. It was pretty inspiring with hoards of food growing all around you and truly dedicated people working hard each day. Perhaps because the camp lay in Oakland—because even considering all that—I shamefully and secretly fantasized about taking a 15-minute, scorching hot shower often.
But this place in Costa Rica isn’t surrounded by a chain link fence or busted El Caminos. This, this I think I could do.
Tonight I saw Glasgow electro-poptarts CHVRCHES. And holy shit. Talk about insane potential.
For a band still without a full-length, I find it so incredible they sold out MHOW. What’s more is what they have planned tomorrow night—a guest band spot on Jimmy Fallon’s talk show. All basically based off one insanely catchy, effervescent cut (and OK, I heard they also set a roaring fire to 2013’s SXSW, but still).
They filled their headlining slot nicely, rounding out with a fitting Prince cover as encore. My head felt spinny in a good way as I drifted from the dancefloor. Everyone else leaving the venue looked just as jazzed.
Walking home after with my pal, we meditated on why this new band is just so good. A lot of it had to do with the fact that every song they played packed such a massively melodic punch. It’s like CHVRCHES have a hard-edged rubric of what a perfectly dancey pop needs, but crudely fill it out with a colorful wax chunk—each time a little different. It’s coherent, fun and surprising in swimming rapport.
And then there’s Lauren Mayberry. She lights up the stage as the group’s frontperson, that firecracker. Her complacent voice coasts through the synth maze as she thoughtfully thrashes her tiny body. She moves like the most adorable antelope you can imagine, gazing at empty space with her unblinking cat eyes.
This band has refreshing substance. But they also wanna make you dance. (Spoiler alert: They will.)
I’m excited to hear what from tonight’s set they include on the upcoming LP, The Bones Of What You Believe. It drops Sept. 23 on Glassnote.
You know how sometimes you do something without thinking much about it at the time or even some after and it ends up making a pretty profound impact on other people?
Yeah, kinda got wised to something I unknowingly orchestrated three years ago that resulted in those delirious faces above.
Friday night at my friends’ rehearsal dinner, Paul, the groom, pulled me aside. “I have you to thank for this,” he said, holding my shoulder. I panicked, awaiting blame for an emptied wine bottle. But that wasn’t quite it.
Let me explain.
