list for life: 2012 (so far) in tracks. 1/3

“Lists are essential to cognitive development and without them the world as we know it would cease to exist” Kony, 2012

Imma be a bit lazy and bombard you with a few words, but mostly bulk listening enjoyment. I haven’t been consistent in my blogging so here’s some catch up tracks. For some of you these tracks have come and gone, been thrown on playlists, flogged mercilessly, treasured, coveted and adorned. While for others they may be as foreign and strange to you as those pesky refugees that keep on tryna jump the bloody queue bloody carbon tax Ju-liar Gillard’s the reason we lost the olympix it AINT right

JKS ily refugees. and i also ily Royal Headache who also ily refugees, I guess, that’s what i got from tracks like Girls

They’re one of my favourite Aussie bands at the moment, and I know I’m late to the party but their self-titled debut last year deserved every accolade, every ounce of recognition, every pinch of praise. Begs the question- why haven’t JJJ got on board?

This wasn’t the Clams Casino song I wanted to share, but it’s still pretty #swag, the kids still say swag right? The one I had in mind was really strange and kept on going quiet and then music and then quiet. It was more rap, and it was filmed in like a neighbourhood with bruvvas on bicycles. Any ideas what I’m talking about, hit me up in the comments.

It’s safe to assume that few bands/tracks I share with ya’ll I found by myself. MOST were shared to me by peeps with so much coolness and cred, I’ve grafted it off them without them even noticing. Anyway, to save time, I’ll rarely name who shared what with me- you know who you are, sleep well. Cass McCombs is a perpetually forever-giving gift that I wish i knew sooner.

Yes, yes, yes. Lots of posting of Major Lazer’s Get Free, but I wouldn’t be a blog operating in 2012 if I didn’t as well. The prevalence is testament to its quality, like flo-rida. But in all seriousness, first 3 listens, didn’t get it. Next 3, was getting it, was curious, I was still coming back. Next 20, it was paralysing. I repeated the turd out of it. Julian said it was the best song since Paper Planes, but Julian is always saying radical stuff like that. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY INCREDIBLE SONGS HAVE BEEN RELEASED SINCE PAPER PLANES JULIAN?!?! Man I miss that guy.

I’d stopped at 212. MISTAKE.

House by Kindness will probably be in my top 10 tracks of the year. It’s a simple pop baby, but the lethality of its hooks shouldn’t be underestimated. It’s a shame the rest of the album wasn’t this effervescent/smooth/interesting, but maybe that’s what he intended? If you watch the video he talks about Pop music where only 5% of the album is good? Also, there’s big chunks of things he says in this video that I don’t think I agree with, but it’s creative and different none the less.

It’s the astonishing 48-second rap streak that causes your eyes to roll back into your head. How can someone’s mouth wrap itself around so many words in such little time?!?

Blasko’s at it again. It’s a really great compromise track where everyone wins. For the already-fans, you’ve got her beautiful voice to hang onto. For the undecided, I’m Awake enters new, exciting territory with rolling drums, a hypnotic-build and string-crescendos. And just classiness hey.

Kishi Bashi is fun to say and fun to listen to and fun to have fun to. Could be a temporal-fun-fest but he does well to combine a lot of experimentation with Beatlesish pop and keep it catchy and coherent. You feel like you’re constantly being force-fed instruments and sounds, but you don’t get bloated. It’s like sushi. Kishi Bashi Sushi.

Dayyyum. I can’t listen to it loud enough, guess I’ll have to go see him next week.

AUSHOWCASE: Bored Nothing

The dream of the 90’s is alive in Portland! And also in Bored Nothing’s organ of fire (just watched The English Patient and i’m Natalie Imbruglia Torn – part of me thought the film was quite b-e-a-utiful, and the other part of me HATES (not as much as Elaine) being positioned to look favourably on adultery- hmmm, bit too heavy for this blog, cheer up with this!).

Back to the showcase of talent i’m proud was birthed in the same nation i call home! Bored Nothing is the hobby-craft of Melbourne dude Fergus Miller who grabbed a 4-track off ebay and swathed himself in a Heatmiser/Sonic Youth/Red House Painters cocoon. Talking to Miller he admitted that he in fact fashioned a medallion similar to that of the AURYN out of flannel, tazos and leftover-hair-trimmings from mushroom-bowl cuts. This amulet leeches off the strength of Malkmus, Moore and Mascis and feeds Miller a borderline-lethal dose of 90’s juju.

Look, this stuff is good. Reaaaaaal good. Zan Rowe tends to think so as well if my opinion doesn’t hold the gate-keeper validity you desire.
Only Old effortlessly lures you in like a cartoon-pie-scent, with it’s coy electric licks. Miller’s voice compliments it perfectly, it’s the kind of compliment you want your best friend to give your girlfriend- really nice, but not too nice, not like ‘back-off nice’. And then the fuzzball, lo-fi chorus rips in and you have a new favourite song.
Charlie’s Creek is another stand out- it’s dripping wet with the body fluids of Elliot Smith; Miller’s influences are clear and impeccable.

Other tracks take longer to curl around your ear-buds, but eventually fall into place. 2 conclusions: Fergus needs to get a live band together because to not play this stuff, and hear this stuff, and experience this stuff in a live setting would be a waste. Fergus makes really crappy (but forgivable) album artworks.

Here’s an interview where Fergus actually gave me permission to ‘edit the shit out of it and take things out of context to make me sound like an ass.’ Brave.
It’s long for internet-adhd standards, so i’ve emboldened all the snips i thought we’re the most interesting.