Ah, how I do love to delve down the musical rabbit hole, despite the wankiness of that metaphor. Here is a tune that popped up through yesterday’s post. Soundcloud has given it every tag under the sun, so here is a smattering of them to try and describe it: Swedish, indie rock, alternative, psychedelic… you get the picture. Maybe. It has the spaced out feel of the 60/70s without the campiness of the 60/70s, to which I can only wholeheartedly get behind!
So, here’s a song that absolutely turned up very recently in my inbox and totally not a year ago. Of course, even if hypothetically speaking, it turned up a year ago, there’s nothing wrong with posting it now, right? Music is eternal!
My ineptitude aside, this is a pretty sweet track: solid rock with a bit of a country/surf twang (depending on how you feel about these things). Superbly bop-able, if that’s even a word…
Now, here’s something pretty special: gorgeous soul that, even though it sounds like it’s come directly from Motown in the 70s, is actually from Australia in 2014. Emma Donovan & The PutBacks perfectly captures the elegance, gentleness and rawness of the era with this fantastic track (and album) without feeling like it’s just pandering to a retro style. Rather, it feels wonderfully genuine in a way that few modern throwbacks tend to, thanks in part to The PutBacks’ perfectly balanced instrumentation, but mostly due to Emma’s stunning voice. More, please!
Aww yeah! It’s Sunday night, so you’re looking to chill and hang out and forget that tomorrow is Monday, right? How about some soothing electro-pop to get that scenario off the ground? Ain’t always easy to make electro-pop seem soothing, but between the delicate vocals, the bass and not too harsh drum beat, you’ve got yourself one heck of a chilled out tune.
Can’t say I know a lot about P’ARIS yet, but they seem to be a fairly new outfit with only a handful of tunes so far. All of them seem pretty dang great, though, so feel free to dive in!
‘Tis the season for riotous frivolity, friends and copious amounts of liquor. Also, dancing. And if you’re dancing, you’re gonna need some funk. So, if you’re an aspiring DJ and you’ve booked a big gig, but suddenly realised “OH MY GOSH, I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO MUSIC WHATSOEVER” then you are in luck, my friend! I’d recommend reconsidering your career, but in the meantime, I’ve got your back.
Curtis Harding (formerly a backup singer for Cee Lo “Fuck You/Forget You” Green) well and truly brings the funk with this wonderfully spirited (and groooooovy) number. There’s certainly more than a hint of Mr. Marvin Gaye in that singing, that’s for darn sure!
I wrote about Daughter a while ago. And then again. They were alright, I GUESS. Nothing to write home about multiple times, all gushy and heart melting and praise-y and… and… oh, who am I kidding? I am jumping for joy, despite their music generally not evoking that kind of extravagant response.
Not that it’s rubbish, of course: more that it’s deeply moving, soulful and ethereal. Numbers continues wonderfully in that direction – it’s a beautifully sombre and elegant tune, and with a new album on the way in January next year, I could not be in a more boisterous mood!
Now here’s something we don’t get enough of these days: punk with a touch of the ol’ silly silly. Now, you may choose to take umbrage at my classification of this as silly punk, but with lyrics such as “I got no light, I got no heat, why’s the basement smell like feet?” and “I haven’t cleaned my room for weeks, pizza crumbs are in the sheets”, I’m afraid I must object to your objection. Also, the music video is just uproariously daft. Music wise, it errs on the lighter side of punk, but if you imagine Joan Jett singing about how her place is a dump, then you’re on the right track for this one!
Who likes electronic indie pop from Brooklyn? That’s right, EVERYONE. You’re just lying if you say no! Yes, this trio of ladies is from Brooklyn – they thought they could sneak by disguised as a French electronic indie pop group, but I saw right through them. Also, so did the internet. And their own website. No matter!
This is a marvellously simple song with a nice, thumping beat; one that would surely inspire you to bop that ol’ head of yours in a most agreeable manner. Delightfully pleasing, which is not praise I tend to dish out to most electronic music that stumbles my way.
Here is another entirely delightful tune from Canadian indie group and married couple The Tallest Tree who previously melted my coal-encrusted heart with their endearing cuteness and spunk. It is a soft bit of indie rock that you might want to sing to a sweetie while you’re trying hard not to look at them. Not because they’re grotesquely hideous or anything like that, but because you’re shy and your sweetie is shy and you’re all lovey dovey and so on and so forth. Point is, it’s very cute and sweet and lovely and all that jazz. Even though it has no jazz in it. Gosh, I’ve truly forgotten how to write, haven’t I?
I can only assume that, like me, Mumford & Sons occasionally want a break from delicate indie folk tunes. And who doesn’t? As pretty as such tunes can be, they can be dreadfully dreary sometimes! So ol’ Mumford have progressed towards delicate indie rock with their latest album, Wilder Mind. Sure, this isn’t a terribly unique tune, but it is emotional and rockin’ and fun in all the right places. It also kind of sounds a little like The National, which most certainly isn’t a bad thing!