gang of youths, heroes

One Song: Gang of Youths - HEROES

Joel Frieders | October 12, 2017
Tom sent me this band because he knew I needed it. This band's latest album, Go Farther In Lightness, hasn't really left my routine since Tom sent it to me.  Gang of Youths sort of have everything I need in a favorite band: beautiful instrumentation, powerful lyrics, similarities to bands I've grown up on, incredible crescendos, song topics that literally step on my throat.  I know many of you don't remember when the Wallflowers released their version of Bowie's "Heroes", because you're all 15 years old right now, but that chorus is forever burned into my memory as being one of the few times the chorus of a song has pushed me to tears (before I became a sensitive Stanley that is).  And it's perfect timing for Gang of Youths, not just...
Rare Monk - Happy Haunting

One Song: Rare Monk - Happy Haunting

Joel Frieders | June 30, 2017
Sometimes I listen to music just to hold my arms out at my sides like I'm flying a cute little airplane. Sometimes I breathe through my exposed teeth as I stare blankly out of my window.  Sometimes I do both of the above things with the proper soundtrack. Rare Monk came through with a gang of tanqueray on "Happy Haunting", sounding like a blissed out Band of Horses but without all that unnecessary plaid and clove cigarettes. It's like these jagbags hacked into my dreams, downloaded what I wanted to feel like, and then proceeded to both create and murder my original wants and transform them into these Rare Monk-ian demonstrations of audible perfection. Here's hoping this band doesn't go down in history as having the best intentions but the worse...
Hanging Valleys - Brother

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...
haerts, your love, indie, new song

One Song: Haerts - Your Love

Tom Doz | 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.
my education - Open Marriages

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...
Wølffe - Fuck With Me

Wolffe - Fuck With Me

Joel Frieders | February 17, 2017
One time I was on stage in front of a few hundred people and my amp straight up fried. I froze, but only for like two tree seconds, then took my guitar off, and danced how you would imagine I would dance to this song. I was a gangly jangly mess of arms and elbows bros.  That event solidified the fact that I feel that I'm comfortable in the face of technology wanting to stick its finger in my bum, and also that I can dance to Wolffe tracks waaaaaaay before she was even born bro. Wolffe sort of reminds me of the pop music I act like I can't stand but secretly love hearing everywhere I go, except Wolffe makes me want to strip naked, hop into bed, and do the running man sideways so my feets make that "ZEEOOOW ZEEEOOOOW" shooshing sound in the sheets bro. FUCK...
mebitek - The Unconscious

One Song: Mebitek - The Unconscious

Joel Frieders | February 13, 2017
I listened to this track more than a dozen times this weekend. Feeling like a take on something Saltillo would release, this shit has me comfortably brooding. As a sucker for strings that are tastefully executed, I'm even more of a minor key fanboy than one might imagine. The clackety clack of the drums almost feels like shackles being dragged across a dungeon floor and I fucking love it. Introspective and evil, I could listen to this for the rest of my life and not care it's so fucking comfy. No clue who Mebitek is, but The Unconscious has me hitting repeat all damn day.
Why - This Ole King

One Song: Why - This Ole King

Brandon Backhaus | January 5, 2017
You only get one life.  And it might take the whole damn thing to come to terms with it. Admitting your faults and fears and insecurities is really fucking hard.  I find the balance between striving for betterment and feeling content to be a high wire walk over the churning insides of a violent cauldron. Leaning too far in either direction leads to the disarray of complete depression. It’s something that can leave you feeling not good enough, attractive enough, kind enough, competent enough, worthy enough. Enough.  You only get one life.  And I really want to live it.  Fuck New Year’s Resolutions! But if I was going to set a goal for the future, it would be to become more comfortable in my own hair-covered skin. To look in the mirror and see all that I’ve accomplished instead of all that...
Hanging Valleys, TBD

One Song: Hanging Valleys - T.B.D.

Joel Frieders | November 28, 2016
When I used to live in California, my roommates and I would sort of meet up around the same time every day after work. We'd dick around for an hour or so, talk about what food to cook or whatever, prepare to intoxicate ourselves, and then walk towards Sands Beach in Isla Vista, CA. There we'd then sit in silence and watch the surfers watch the sun sink into the ocean. I never really remembered us making plans to actually do that, it just turned into something that anywhere from two to seven of us would end up doing anywhere from three to seven nights a week.  Call it instictual, call it habit, call it the perfect time to separate mind from body, but it turned into something that I sort of carried with me into my early adult years. Now that I'm over 35, I don't have the luxury of enjoying...
Serengeti + Sicker Man - Doctor My Own Patience

One Song: Serengeti + Sicker Man - Doctor My Own Patience

Joel Frieders | November 22, 2016
I sat on this song all weekend.  Meaning, I started it and then tuned out, almost on purpose, before starting the song over. If you looked at my play count it would reach into the two tree dozens. It somehow distracted me from my own distractions. Was Geti singing? Did I like it? Why am I so sad? But then why am I so comfortable in this sadness? Was this dude talking about anxiety? I've been thinking a lot about my own anxiety these last few weeks. Is me addressing my anxiety enough to conquer it? I've been making a lot of assumptions about the image I portray and relying on people's opinions of me instead of what I assume to be the real me, but that gives me anxiety too.  "Doctor My Own Patience" deserves your attention for a few plays, at least. ...