Australian multi-instrumentalist Lara Meyerratken, AKA El May, has fashioned her own brand of romantic, gorgeous retro indie-pop that can speak to your broken heart while simultaneously making you want to get up and dance. “Thrills” is no exception. Jam-packed with infectious synth beats, bouncy percussion, and simple piano chords, the track has Meyerratken urging an introverted lover to let loose and have fun. El May’s voice is powerful, ... Read More
Could there be a better album than Gemma Ray’s Milk For Your Motors to transition us from the ice-cream brightness of summer to the chilly, moody, whiskey-soaked ides of fall? Definitely not. This killer follow-up to Gemma Ray's equally strong Island Fire balances light and dark on a razor's edge, that eerie interplay between the creepy and the mundane that David Lynch has been toiling in for decades.
In fact, much of Milk For Your Motors feels ... Read More
London's Fat White Family are a refreshingly unique band with a bratty name, one that might just keep the kind of people who would really like them from checking them out. Their newest release, Champagne Holocaust, isn’t a true new release—it previously existed on the band’s Bandcamp page, and has now been given an official CD release on Fat Possum Records.
That same freedom from convention can be found in Fat White Family’s ... Read More
The hardcore/punk/whatever gods have opened up the sky and blessed us with new songs from not just one, but two of the most talented bands making music right now.
Perfect Pussy and Joanna Gruesome are releasing a split 7” (because, of course, it’s on vinyl) that features two new songs from both artists *Heart palpitations*. It is yet to be released until some time in September, BUT DON’T LOSE FAITH. They each made one of the ... Read More
Jessica Hernandez stares back at you from the cover of her debut album, not unlike the Mona Lisa with her inscrutable smile. In the primed-for-Instagram pic (the Walden filter could surely add that halo of blue) Hernandez sports a Sister Wives bun and a prairie shirt of which Laura Ingalls Wilder would certainly approve. Her attire screams sugar and spice and everything nice, but that smirk, well, that smirk is more in line with the album’s title, Secret ... Read More