Category Archives: A.V. Club

Using the Beatles as a Weapon

In which the A.V. Clubhouse was asked which music we’d use to punish an enemy (a la the army and Metallica). Read em all here. My entry below:

Reading Kenny’s response makes me wonder at the long-term psychological effects on those fortunate (?) enough to have attended the Watch The Throne tour. Twenty years from now, our society will feature a sizable segment who flinches at the mere mention of words like CRAY-on and CRAY-fish (or Kreayshawn, but that might be for different reasons). I’ve used hardcore music, from Brotha Lynch Hung to Refused, to spite parents, roommates, and neighbors when occasion called for it, but as I get a little older, a little smarter, and a lot meaner, I think less about blunt-force trauma and more about the kind of psychic brutality that could drive people to question their very existence. Like “Revolution 9” by The Beatles, played not loud, but at a just audible level through a small speaker spackled into the wall between my apartment and the one next door, on some sort of standalone device hotwired to the building’s grid so it never runs out of power. Or a quietly nagging Skrillex loop somehow rigged to trigger every time the platinum-Jeep-driving douchebag down the street uses a kitchen appliance. “Honey, is the blender broken?” “No, it’s fine.” “Then why does it sound like an engine that won’t turn over?” I mean, really, people. We’re adults now. It’s time we start thinking like the terrorists.

Review: Miike Snow are “Happy to You”

No, that’s not a typo. It’s the curious title of Miike Snow’s second LP. Seems to be missing something, no? Well, so does the album. Read at The A.V. Club.

Great Songs, Terrible Bands: *NSYNC Goes “Pop”

An A.V. Club reader recently asked us for our favorite songs by terrible bands. Read everyone’s responses here (it’s pretty hilarious). Mine is pasted below:

For me, it’s gotta be “Pop” by ’N Sync. Born in ’82, I was weaned on New Kids On The Block, came of age to Boyz II Men, and was just old enough to despise Lou Pearlman’s bumper crop of follow-up boy bands. It was the worst of times for mainstream music, and be they bleach-tipped or corn-rowed, those little bastards were responsible for making the radio suck. And then, in the midst of meatheaded paeans to playerdom and sappy song-sized romance novels, there came this strangely self-aware single—one boy band’s plea for respect—and weirdly, it worked. At least, it worked on me. Justin Timberlake was always a standout in the group, and it’s hard to shake the feeling that he was responsible for the track’s lyrical sass—“Why you wanna try to classify the type of thing we do?”—as well as the concept of dubbing the group’s newly aggressive sound “dirty pop,” which felt a little bit like a knife slashing at his own group’s oeuvre, not to mention those of ’N Sync’s competitors. The beatbox solo was the icing on the cake, and a preview of the unexpected credibility that awaited JT in his solo career. Don’t you ever wonder why his music gets you high? This is the fizzy foundation of the Justin Timberlake we know and, yes, love today.

Review: Chairlift = Feist + Toni Braxton with Synths?

Just saying. Something is a pretty great record. You should read more about it at The A.V. Club. (If you like “something angsty, dance-y, smart, and silly.”)

Review: Young Magic ‘Melt’ Rap Beats + Chillwave

Photo by Viktor Vauthier. That headline is close to accurate. You’d learn a lot more by reading the full review of Melt by Young Magic over at The A.V. Club.

Review: ‘The OF Tape Vol. 2′ Proves That the Future is Still Odd (Also: That Earl Sweatshirt is Alive)

Hype is a fickle beast and Odd Future rides it like a pack of rodeo clowns. The Angeleno misfit rap crew seems to understand that the arena wants to see its champions knocked around a bit, wants to jeer before it cheers—that, or the group’s “kill people, burn shit, fuck school” nihilism is exactly what’s needed in the two-thousand-teens. Regardless, their new posse album, The OF Tape Vol. 2, reminds us of what’s so great about these fuckers. Read at The A.V. Club.

Welsh Weirdness Worth Wildin’ Out To: Cate Le Bon

Good tunes for the trippers: “Cardiff’s Cate Le Bon … sings like Nico over a score that could’ve been produced by Os Mutantes in their prime.” Via A.V. Club.

[Photo stolen from my friend Kyle Dean Reinford.]

Gucci Mane and V-Nasty: A Match Made in … a Continuation School Homeroom?

Wanted to like tolerate this one less than I did. Click on Vanessa to read it.

Words You’ll Never See Again: The Internet Falls Short in Delivering ‘Naked Ladies’

Wanted to like Odd Future’s neo-soul wasteland funk more than I did. Ho hum. Read all about it via the A.V. Club. At least Earl is back. OFWGK†A.

Two Doggs, One Bowl: Snoop and Wiz Get High

In hindsight, might’ve been a tad generous with the grade. Read at the A.V. Club.