The Wallies drop new single Sex On a Sunday! THIS IS DRANKIN MUSICS!
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Welcome back to our weekly installment of all things delicious and desirable, and Brandon. This week we dip into the vaults and dig out some old favorites.
Del does his typical let me throw in a hyperlink so Joel thinks I'm cool routine.
Joel says something about poop or his penis.
Tom likes a guy from a jam band that wasn't even edgy enough to win a jammy.
Dick proves once again that he is cooler than all of us
Brandon talks about white rappers again.
Tim digs back into his rolodex and talks about people he is friends with, funny how that dick claims to be friends with everyone.
All in all you are getting a stellar collection of music you may have missed, or just needed a reminder about.
So grab a dark beer and your trust copy of Latin Inches and get down with our get down in this week's installment of STOP SLEEPING.
There was a time in 2008-2009 when I thought Deastro would be the next Passion Pit. Randolph J Chabot oozed talent and his music made the world a better place. I shared "The Shaded Forest" & " Daniel Johnston Was Stabbed In The Heart With The Moondagger By The King Of Darkness And His Ghost Is Writing This Song As A Warning To All Of Us" with anyone and everyone that would humor me. I dragged friends to a show @ The Mercury Lounge and they loved it. He crushed it. Then something weird happened. Deastro never exploded into the pop culture zeitgeist like I thought he would. People slept on him. Well now It's 2012 and he's finally back with a new EP. For the love of god people, stop sleeping!
After meeting Adeem along with Maker and DQ as Glue on the Warped tour in 2004, I became a super huge fanboy! "Catch as Catch Can" and "Seconds Away" are still two of my favorite hip hop records. Their badassishness cloaked by tortoise shell glasses and flooded khakis is what ultimately sold me. It really taught the stupid fucking me that I could take off the oversized basketball jersey and cocked hat and embrace my inner doofus. Adeem released, "The Volume in the Ground" about a year ago and I'm falling in love with the album still. The amount of collaboration and cooperation from artists of all walks, and a unique backstory make for a very fucking slept on record.
EVERY SINGLE TIME I play Capillary Action for people who have a pulse and/or are legally capable of giving informed consent they ask me "who IS this?". I cannot help but laugh! Those poor fools have gone their entire life without experiencing the genius that is Jonathan Pfeffer. This band is incredibly fresh and weird enough to be interesting but not weird enough to be solely enjoyed by grimy, middle-aged dudes wearing oversized t-shirts that sound like Daniel Johnston. I reviewed the 2011 album Capsized a while back and OBVIOUSLY you goons didn't get the memo to buy/promote/request the Fuck out of this, because these cats aren't on 103.5 KISS FM TOP 40, nor have they been requested to collaborate with Justin Bieber on some hot new single... yet...
DUDE
Tobacco and Black Moth Super Rainbow combo burrito steeze? THIS MAKES ME WANT TO fucking STAB SOMEONE IN THE WALLET AND TAKE ALL OF THEIR OXYGENZ.
Incase you didnt' know, Yim Yames is Jim James and Jim James is the front man for My Morning Jacket. Got it? My Morning Jacket is is one of my most favorite bands ever; I have a picture of them on my ceiling next to my gold framed mirror. Anyway, I'm not asking you stop sleeping on this extraordinary band, or Jim James, OR even Jim James' dreamy cover songs because you should know about these things. YOU BETTER KNOW ABOUT THESE THINGS. I'm asking you to stop sleeping on Jim's best cover EVER; the one that gets overlooked for other greats like 'Rocket Man,' 'Tyrone,' 'Take My Breath Away' and the many George Harrison covers on his solo release. Jim slows down this Gram Parsons track and (of course) adds a dramatic reverb to the vocals; these changes allow the tender lyrics to standout, and as a result, they seep into your soul. This is a must have for any MMJ fan; an already sweet song made sweeter. Enjoy.
Chin Chin was fucking amazing. Well I shouldn't say was, because I don't really know their status as a collective. I know that the brothers Schwartz are off doing solo projects and just being the dreamy sons of bitches god made them to be. As for the rest of the band I have no idea, but they dropped two albums that were equal parts enjoyable, dancable and Fuckable; a hard triple crown to pull off (pun intended). Seriously though, if you ever wanted to throw a sort of swanky party with colorful drinks and girls that look as vaguely modelish as they do ethnic than throw Chin Chin on the turntable and enjoy.