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Sleigh Bells, Photos, Metro, Chicago, March 21, No Words
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Sleigh Bells - Metro | Chicago | 3.21.17

Tif Impson | March 27, 2017
David Pritchard - An Admission of Guilt
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One Song: David Pritchard - An Admission of Guilt

Joel Frieders | March 14, 2017
Knowing absolutely nothing about David Pritchard, nor his 1977 album Nocturnal Earthworm Stew, I will admit to being completely fucking mesmerized by his track "An Admission of Guilt". I spent the better part of last week staring out the window at all of the shit being blown around by the 80mph winds and playing air drums in my own private David Pritchard universe, where noises aren't noises, they're sonic accoutrements bruv! As a self-proclaimed beat freak, I find these ever changing rhythms so fucking choice, it's akin to a full length feature film in just under 13 minutes. If only my attempts at making music this all over the place sounded this well put together. David Pritchard, even though you dropped this shit 40 years ago, I AM HEATED OVER IT HERE IN COLD ASS 2017...
No Words, photos, Nine Pound Shadow, March 1 2017, Thalia Hall, Chicago, live music, concert
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Nine Pound Shadow - Thalia Hall | Chicago | 3.1.17

Tif Impson | March 10, 2017
Hanging Valleys - Brother
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One Song: Hanging Valleys - Brother

Joel Frieders | March 10, 2017
Hit play on this song and then imagine me emerging, almost birthing, naked and lumpy, and fully coated with a thick transparent mucous, out of a large blooming flower. As I stand, I shake my hips to and fro, whipping the clear, sticky goop from my thighs to the ground surrounding me. I slowly take my hand and cup it around my opposite arm, and I wipe downwards, and more of the schmegma flings off of my arm onto the floor around me. Then I repeat with the other arm, while slowly, seductively, and sensually flinging the goop onto the already flung goop on the floor around me. Just as you start to become even more aroused, I make eye contact with you and ask "do you want fries with THIS?" and thrust my pelvis in your general direction.  Then as you tuck yourself back into yourself, you...
No Words, LVL UP, Beat Kitchen, Chicago, 2.25.17, photos
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LVL UP - Beat Kitchen | Chicago | 2.25.17

Tif Impson | March 3, 2017
haerts, your love, indie, new song
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One Song: Haerts - Your Love

Tom Dozois | March 3, 2017
I draw hearts on my Trapper Keeper for Haerts. I listen to Haerts in a rented tux with the untied bowtie dejectedly hung around my neck. I kick the dirt on the ground in frustration for Haerts. Why? Becuase every song sounds like 80's prom heart-break.  I FUCKING LOVE HAERTS.
No Words, John Andrews and the Yawns, Schubas, Chicago, Photos, 2.21.17
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John Andrews and the Yawns - Schubas | Chicago | 2.21.17

Tif Impson | March 1, 2017
No Words, Park West, Chicago, 2.20.17, photos, Australian, mandolin, fiddle
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Oh Pep! - Park West | Chicago | 2.20.17

Tif Impson | February 24, 2017
Dead Sea - 8.50
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One Song: Dead Sea - 8.50

Joel Frieders | February 23, 2017
I clicked play on this sumbitch this morning after my kids got on the bus. It's been unseasonably warm, the windows are still all dew-ey, the sun was coming up to my right, and I'm only wearing my trademark hoodie and jeans as I drive myself to work.  Simply put, it's fucking comfortable outside righ meow.  Yet, the sad part, that most conscious humans on earth understand, is that we're experiencing this shift in seasons because we've been steady dicks to the environment. This song, "8.50", from Dead Sea has that sort of shimmering comfortable sweatpants and tube top pleasure laid out as a sort of framework for the track, but then the vocal is that odd sort of hopeless and meek murmur, somehow making the juxtaposition of the two sides the focal point of the track.  I fucking...
my education - Open Marriages
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One Song: my education - Open Marriages

Joel Frieders | February 21, 2017
My post rock appetite runs deep. Runs deep. So deep. So deep. {insert comment about how it puts my butt to sleep, but in a good way and not at all sexual} *pops hip* When my thrusting hip hop fists and pulsating electronic dance hips need a rest, I can always rely on instrumental brooding rock shit to carry me. My latest fascination is with my education, who just dropped the track "Open Marriages", which is a blend of 70s fuzz and late 90s romantic comedy soundtracks.  I fucking love overlaid guitar riffs, almost as much as I love a perfect intro into a song. "Open Marriages" has fucking both. Equal parts soothing and aggressive, there is something so fucking inspiring about a track that makes you want to both shut your eyes and clench your fists. Use this song for...

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