But just because I'm limited doesn't mean you have to be also. Here are the picks for tonight:
The Scotland Yard Gospel Choir: Ellen's Telling Me What I Want To Hear Video.
Elkland: Apart Video.
Benzos: Glass Souls.
Wolf Parade: Shine A Light.
Constantines: Nighttime/Anytime (It's Alright).
Kinski: The Wives Of Artie Shaw.
Rogue Wave Website.
Fruit Bats: Lives Of Crime.
Chin Up Chin Up: Virginia, Don't Drown.
Amusement Parks On Fire: Smokescreen.
Apollo Sunshine: Conscious Pilot. (Who just released a new album. Go to L.A.R.S. Fresh Music for details).
Dirty On Purpose Website.
The Upwelling Website.
Youth Group Website.
Looker: Hope & Anchor.
Walking Concert: What's Your New Thing? Video.
Detachment Kit: Ted The Electric.
The Fine Lines: Look At Her Run.
The Twenty-Twos: She Does Video.
Group Sounds: Business Before Pleasure.
Tilly & The Wall Website.
Metric: Combat Baby Video.
Shy Child: The Noise Won't Stop.
We Are Scientists: Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt.
a2 +b2 = c2:
Towers Of London are like the Pythagorean Theorum of punk rock. It’s coincidental that I was watching the new documentary “Punk Attitude” on IFC when I found this video for TOL’s single “Fuck It Up”. I mean, here is a band that took all of the essence from what I saw on the screen: a little touch of Johnny Rotten’s vocals, The New York Doll’s sense of style, The Damned’s guitar riffs, and even the added bonus of Van Halen-style shout-outs. I honestly don’t know whether to have my sensibilities mortally offended or to tap my foot along. Whatever it is, I’m hypnotized. I can’t take my eyes off this video. And still, after five straight plays, I can’t confirm or deny my hatred of this obvious pilfering. I mean, here I am, a writer who rips Drag Citizen a new one, but I can’t seem to get excited enough about this bleeding carrion of a rock band to rip up the remains. Who knows. I’m stumped. It’s just a shame that they’re playing with two genuinely great bands (Shy Child and We Are Scientists). I suppose the most I can say is be prepared for a humongous buzzkill after seeing those two. Either that or bring a flask of Jägermeister and channel your inner Jersey Van Halen fan.
Towers Of London: Fuck It Up Video.
Sam Champion: TV Fever.
The Giraffes: Haunted Heaven.
Brian Jonestown Massacre: Time Is Honey (I Dare You) Video.
Madison Strays: Harmony.
Ezra Reich: Supergirl (My Daughter).
M.A.S.S.: Hey Gravity. (Keep an eye on this band. The song's quite worthwhile).
Au Revoir Simone Website.
Baby Dayliner Website.
The Eames Era Myspace Site.
The Bamboo Kids Website.
Bad Wizard Website.
The Witnesses Website.
The Gore Gore Girls: Astral Man.
You know, I still remember a time when I did not know about the Arcade Fire. I was up at Print Space in Chelsea, printing out some contact sheets with the rest of my photography class. I was hanging around, waiting for the sheets to come out of the drier, when I struck up a conversation with this one guy about music. He was very knowledgable about the scene (and very cute to boot), and after I mentioned to him that I was getting really into this band called Blood On The Wall, he exclaimed, “You have GOT to hear this band Arcade Fire. It’s unlike anything you’ve heard before. Get into them. They’re going to be huge.” And so said the prophet, and now, almost a year to the day later, I’m still listening to Funeral and videos like this one still give me chills. Enjoy.
The Arcade Fire on Top Of The Pops: Rebellion (Lies).
And one more for good measure, courtesy of Insound's Clips Newsletter.
The Arcade Fire: Maps (Yeah Yeah Yeah's cover).
Thou Shalt Downloadeth This Promptly.
Peter Noone: Oh! You Pretty Things.
Hear a clip of it here.
From The Rolling Stone Rock N Roll Encyclopedia: “Initially [Peter] Noone returned to acting. In 1970 he met David Bowie, who supplied him with his first British solo hit, “Oh You Pretty Things,” and played piano on the sessions. Their subsequent collaborations failed, however, as did Noone’s other early-‘70s releases for Rak Records.”
A true testament to the fact that David Bowie can write a song that even a chimpanzee can record beautifully. Although, to be fair, in this case it’s about 75% Bowie’s talent and 25% Peter Noone’s fantastically chirpy voice and the producer’s string arrangements.
I can’t stop playing LEVY’s “In The Woods”. Cannot. Stop. Playing it.
Get hooked.
Also, dig on this: Mississippi John Hurt.
Rock Photos:
Courtesy of Sarasmile's shutter.
The Harlem Shakes at Tonic and The Sexy Magazines at the Pussycat Lounge.
Don’t tell me that you love me/If you don’t know why-S.
