Brussels scouts

I'm back and sitting on some lovely shit.

A taste:

The Chills - "Satin Doll"



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Summer 2004 (Lemonheads)

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Friends, the time has finally come for me to offer you something really special. The story goes like this...

Back in February, within the first couple of weeks my wonderful (and continuing) work experience, the boss put on a great record that I knew I had to have. Not only would its sound have a nice little influence on my taste and my own music for the months to come, but I envisioned listening to these tunes in my favorite environment, Brussels in the summertime. Between not being able to find this shit ANYWHERE, not in record shops or the on the internet, I had the chance to put this album off and not wear it out up until now. That's because I finally got my act together and forced a new friend to help me manage my first vinyl rip.

BUT, as this is fucking lame shit, of course the vinyl rip was a semi-tone below normal pitch, thwarting my efforts to provide you with an exclusive musical offering. Well, FUCK IT. I just found a CD copy of the same goddamn record here with additional tracks! I strongly suggest checking out the rest of the great New Zealand albums that this person has to offer, but for now, I am gladly hosting this incredible record on my on dime right here.


The cover of the record that I would've presented before you had I ripped her right

In my opinion, every track on this album sounds like a small victory. Simply triumphant.

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You down with D.O.B.?

It's my birthday today and everything is alright. Nothing spectacular, but just chill. The NYC heat laid off a bit today, which was a treat.

I really have been listening to tons of great music and would love to share it all. Blog ethics, strange internet connections, indecision, and awkward planetary alignments are keeping me from unloading a shitload of this material, including older mixes, new mixes, new original material, and crazy good albums that I've come across. However, a new little widget is giving me the opportunity to keep things interesting in the interim, and thankfully so.

So yeah, today I offer you a tune from the fabulous Poets. Pete wised me up to these guys after hearing them on one of the many Pebbles compilations; further exploration led me to The Rising Storm's entry on the group, which piqued my interest.

The Poets were an incredible Scottish 60's band who, under the management of Andrew Loog Oldham, were amongst greats like the Beatles and the Stones. And not just by way of their manager's caliber/clients, but in songwriting as well, IMHO. Definitely more beat-oriented and unconventional, The Poets' tunes were definitely little explorations of instrumentation and the studio as well, but built upon some pretty solid vocals and melodies. I suppose it sounds more dated than the Beatles' shit, but arguably way more exciting considering the context and comparisons!

The following tune isn't one of their more adventurous or exotic numbers, but just seems super sweet and kind of describes my pending return back home. I just wanted to introduce this fine group to you so that when we're hanging around, sparking and drinking, you can say "Hey, put on some of that Poets shit you were blogging about, you twitty twat". "Ok, mom".

"I'll Come Home":



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