Fuck Litter -- Abortionfest. I feel like eating kittens.

Corduroy Jeans - I Am Milk. Pitchfork raved about it. It's like Captain & Tennille for 30-somethings.

Fuck Litter -- Abortionfest. I feel like eating kittens.

Corduroy Jeans - I Am Milk. Pitchfork raved about it. It's like Captain & Tennille for 30-somethings.

Vomitous Entrails - Eat Your Pancreas. I like it because it's virtually indistinguishable from every other death metal record of the past 20 years.

Fuck Litter -- Abortionfest. I feel like eating kittens.

Corduroy Jeans - I Am Milk. Pitchfork raved about it. It's like Captain & Tennille for 30-somethings.

Vomitous Entrails - Eat Your Pancreas. I like it because it's virtually indistinguishable from every other death metal record of the past 20 years.

Say Yes Yes No - Satin Pants (Satin Heart). They're pretty wonderful. They have this adorable pixie-ish female singer in pig tails who also plays the kazoo and the backing band is her two ex-boyfriends playing Super Mario Bros. 2 on the NES. I saw them at the Williamsburg Bowling Alley last summer.

Fuck Litter -- Abortionfest. I feel like eating kittens.

Corduroy Jeans - I Am Milk. Pitchfork raved about it. It's like Captain & Tennille for 30-somethings.

Vomitous Entrails - Eat Your Pancreas. I like it because it's virtually indistinguishable from every other death metal record of the past 20 years.

Say Yes Yes No - Satin Pants (Satin Heart). They're pretty wonderful. They have this adorable pixie-ish female singer in pig tails who also plays the kazoo and the backing band is her two ex-boyfriends playing Super Mario Bros. 2 on the NES. I saw them at the Williamsburg Bowling Alley last summer.

Pope Fister -- Anal Trauma. This album makes you want to have root canal, that's how good it is.

reason for edit: wrong thread

In death metal's defense, those shows are crazy fun to go to. In China at least. Beijing has a pretty thriving hardcore punk/death metal scene. It's awesome because you get all the energy of the concert, without any of the fear of being murdered in a mosh pit because you are pretty much bigger than anyone.

Say Yes Yes No - Satin Pants (Satin Heart). They're pretty wonderful. They have this adorable pixie-ish female singer in pig tails who also plays the kazoo and the backing band is her two ex-boyfriends playing Super Mario Bros. 2 on the NES. I saw them at the Williamsburg Bowling Alley last summer.

Please don't tell me that thin bald guy next to Dave Grohl is Bob Mould. That's fucking weird. He looks like a guy that carves birdhouses in New Hampshire.

Wilco is currently doing a live spot in the NPR studios, playing their new album, with an interview.

http://www.npr.org/2011/09/13/140429798/mo...3Dfb&cc=fmp

Didn't love the first few, but the last song, a twelve-minute track called "One Sunday Morning", is pretty amazing.

In a way, The Airborne Toxic Event is something of a landmark record: This represents a tipping point where you almost wish Funeral or Turn on the Bright Lights or Is This It? never happened as long as it spared you from horrible imitations like this one, often sounding more inspired by market research than actual inspiration. Congrats, Pitchfork reader-- the Airborne Toxic Event thinks you're a demographic.

Shocker! The long-awaited (it says here) follow-up to a sublimely average debut is another half-arsed muppet show executed with the charisma of a terminally ill sloth. Singer Mikel groans and splutters like a man performing something my – ahem – mate’s last girlfriend dubbed ‘thirsty dog cunnilingus’.

Then again, this lot probably can’t be bothered to engage in that practice, either. Don’t just take our word for it – go download ‘Numb’, indie-rock stadium baiting so deeply uninspiring you would need to send a SWAT team down to Ineptitude just to drag it within sniping range of Decent Music. I’m too old for this, and so are they.

Thanks for depressing me, Mike, since I like that album.

I vaguely remembered that someone posted a clip of theirs in this thread - was that you? Sorry.

I posted "Changing" in here a while ago. I stand by it.

OK, if you like a band called Airborne Toxic Event feel free to shut the fuck up about the names of bands I like.

I try not to let critical reviews color my reactions to music, but something was really bugging me about the latest Airborne Toxic Event album when I had it playing today, so I read some of the reviews of the last album. Needless to say, Pitchfork was not a fan, and they wrote a hilariously scathing review.

"We have a couple songs that sound like the Stones."

"Perfect! Everybody loves the Stones. Just get out there and do them. Maybe throw in a song called 'Get What You Need', which theoretically would sport a pilfered Kinks' guitar riff from 'All Day and All of the Night' and a bassline kidnapped from The Temptations' 'Get Ready'. If there's one thing Americans love, it is Rock-Motown. Just go give them some Stones, which they love, then a little honky-tonk piano because that's awesome, then close with some Rock-Motown."

"Oh my god, this is terrible. Jet! Come here. Stop playing. Listen, you guys are not going over at all. I can count the people out there on one fist. You better bail out quick."

"Dude, I don't understand. We sound like everyone's favorite old rock bands, we have insipid lyrics, we say 'Come On!' and 'Oh Yeah!' every five seconds, we have no discernable identity, and we're from Australia. What could people possibly dislike about us?"

"No idea, brah. Listen, why don't you do one more song, like about how DJs aren't actually musicians and you don't get how they pull tail."

"Oh, you mean 'Rollover DJ'? The one that goes, 'You've been playing other people's songs all night,' right?"

"Yes, that is exactly the song I'm talking about."

Critical reaction to the album was mixed; British music magazine NME, for instance, called the record "another joyfully old-fashioned rock'n'roll album immersed in the classics,"[9] while the American review site Pitchfork Media posted a review containing only a video clip of a chimpanzee urinating into its own mouth.[2]

I don't completely hate them, actually. I don't find the latest album to be awful, there was just something really bugging me about it while I was listening.

Fuck Litter -- Abortionfest. I feel like eating kittens.

Corduroy Jeans - I Am Milk. Pitchfork raved about it. It's like Captain & Tennille for 30-somethings.

Vomitous Entrails - Eat Your Pancreas. I like it because it's virtually indistinguishable from every other death metal record of the past 20 years.

Say Yes Yes No - Satin Pants (Satin Heart). They're pretty wonderful. They have this adorable pixie-ish female singer in pig tails who also plays the kazoo and the backing band is her two ex-boyfriends playing Super Mario Bros. 2 on the NES. I saw them at the Williamsburg Bowling Alley last summer.

Pope Fister -- Anal Trauma. This album makes you want to have root canal, that's how good it is.

Some of it seems a little politically-driven. And then the rest of it does not. It's almost like they couldn't settle on a theme?

They're on tour, I'd really like to see them, but the cheapest seats are almost $50 after fees, and I'm just not that into it.

REM breaks up after 31 years. I guess it's time to bust out Murmur.

http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/r-e...ecades-20110921

Haven't really been in tune with them since Monster, but Document, Green, and Out of Time were standards for me for a decade. Finest Worksong is still one of my favorite all-time rock songs, and still gives me goose bumps when I hear it.

It's really an inspirational song, you know? Just get up and do something.