Take The ‘A’ Train

Pitchfork reports the Brazilian Girls are set to release their third LP, entitled New York City, 5 August of this year, just three days after they rock Chicago at Lollapalooza.

As I was pretty disappointed with the last album, following the incredible Brazilian Girls in 2005, I hope this new release will be more innovative, and shy away from the rushed/crunchy/punk sound of Talk To La Bomb.  Sabina Sciubba is one foxy band leader, but, man, she wasn’t getting away with just her sass last time.  From the Pitchfork article, it seems the group have been getting some great outside help:

Due August 5 from Verve Forecast, the set features legendary Senegalese singer Baaba Maal on “Internacional”, plus jazz percussionist Kenny Wollesen and his Himalayas on a trio of tracks.

Die Gedanken Sind Frei

Sorry for not posting in a while, I’ve been captivated by Frontline’s awesome underview of the Bush Administration in my extra time at work this week. In terms of my last post, I’m just going to link ya’ll to Columbia lecturer Scott Horton’s excellent distillation of Obama posted to Harper’s the other day. The cat is pretty much in the bag in terms of the cast for this year’s reality show ‘The US Presidential Election,’ and Clinton’s death throes (here, here, and here) are going to make a hilarious montage for our non-Idol contestants, John and Barack. But I digress. Speaking of Judases: Battlestar Galactica had a two-page spread ad in Rolling Stone this week that parodies da Vinci’s ‘Last Supper,’ with Six as christ and Apollo as Judas. Eight days!!! OoOoooOoh!

The cultural insularity of music today is not simply the consequence of deficient pedagogy or propagation. It would be too facile to groan over the conservatories or complain about the record companies. Things are more serious. Contemporary music owes this unique situation to its very composition. In this sense, it is willed. It is not a music that tries to be familiar; it is fashioned to preserve its cutting edge. One may repeat it, but it does not repeat itself. In this sense, one cannot come back to it as to an object. It always pops up on frontiers.

-Michel Foucault

Yeah, so on that note, link dump:

Believe it: Four glorious hours of In Rainbows‘ haunting closer “Videotape”, committed to an obsolescent media format, with accompanying visuals from Philip M. Lane and some pretty swank cover art designed by Jacob Blandy.

Shejay: A world-wide network of female DJs, producers, vocalists, promoters and musicians in the field of electronic and dance music. (MP3’s here)

Dave Matthews tickets go on sale this Saturday! Matthews and Bob Dylan are shockingly some of the only two mainstream live acts that offer tickets for a ‘reasonable’ fee (usually between $45-60). So why on earth would someone pay $85 to go see these fucktards play? Can’t we just start a national recycling drive to hand out old copies of boybands of yore to the twelve year old girls that will go see them? God I can’t wait until Hannah Montana has an abortion scandal because of them. SOS, really? ABBA should come and slap the shit out of them. Someone please give them some LSD.

Voodoo Child (Slight Return)

Video killed the video star.

Greg Kot over at the Chicago Tribune reported last week (whoops, I missed it) that Pitchfork is set to launch an online 24-7 video channel April 7th!  Wait, you mean we’re actually going to have a music channel that’s about music?  And one that doesn’t feel like I’m watching a single continuous commercial?  Whoa.  Pitchfork rocks.  From their site:

Pitchfork.tv will become the first online video channel to screen full-length feature films, vintage concerts, and music DVDs free of charge. From the Pixies’ 2004 reunion tour film LoudQuietLoud and Todd Phillips’ notorious GG Allin documentary Hated, to Jimmy Joe Roche & Dan Deacon’s acid-drenched visual art piece Ultimate Reality, Pitchfork.tv will highlight a different film each week in its entirety.

Sweet.