By Aaron Calvin Columnist
“X” – please
When I went to look up this band again today, I saw that they had made all the text on their website white with a white background so you can’t actually read the album title or the track titles. The play button and the album art are the only things you can see on the page. Press that play button and you’ll be dragged through the sludge terrain of blown out guitars that encase furious vocals. The whole thing takes less than 20 minutes, but I can guarantee that your room will feel quieter than it was before you pressed play.
If You Like: Priests, Music that feels like punching
Listen Here: http://pleaseforgiveme.bandcamp.com/album/x
“I Want To See Pulaski At Night” – Andrew Bird
Another Andrew Bird release usually means I’m about to experience something that I really want to like but probably won’t. It’s always just a little too much. Too many tongue twister words that fly by so fast they become empty signifiers. A glut of orchestration pouring out of every track. But, “I Want To See Pulaski At Night” is a different kind of animal. Structurally, the album begins with three instrumental tracks that act as a sort of prologue, the track “Pulaski At Night” being the main event followed another three track instrumental epilogue. The arrangements are sparse by Bird’s standards. It feels precise, sharp and melancholy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted out of Andrew Bird.
If You Like: Sufjan Stevens, Orchestral music but don’t want to sit through the orchestra
“Coke Boys 3” – French Montana & Coke Boys 3
I don’t really know anything about French Montana, but I saw some people talking about this mixtape and I don’t have anything to say about the new Death Grips album, so we’re going to talk about this. This is pretty much just French Montana and a few other guys talking about drugs over some trap beats with a few skits thrown in. That said, it’s a lot of fun. Listen to this while smoking the next overpriced dub you buy from some guy you met in the fields that one time. Try to get someone to put this on at the next terrible frat party you go to, but only after the cops have already come by once.
If You Like: Wakka Flocka Flame, Telling your friends about the time you snorted a line of coke with your older brother when he was at NYU