I am a sucker for songs with a catchy hook and a whole lot of heart. This tune by Florida-based songstress, Laney Jones starts off with earnest acoustic guitar, building momentum until an electronic beat kicks in at the chorus. When in the wrong hands this sort of genre switcheroo can be a sloppy let down; when done well, a cathartic dance floor anthem that makes you sing-along and shake your booty (e.g. “Wake Me Up” by Avicii / Aloe Blacc). (more…)
I am sorry to say that the advent of my love affair with (the music of) LP came during The Age Of No Blogging, so I have yet to gush about one of my favorite artists of the past couple years on this forum. As this article states right off the bat, however, “LP isn’t yet a household name”. This is an utter tragedy, so late to the party as I am, I still feel compelled to do my part. (more…)
Anyone who has attempted to email me in the past month has probably noticed that, well, they can’t. This is because my Tadpole Audio email account is currently maxed out. Which (naturally) is because I rarely go through the messages sent to that account.
Yes, it’s admittedly neglectful and I apologize, but the reason that so many emails remain there in purgatory is that I really do intend to listen to everything I submitted to me*. I want to discover new music. No matter what the venue or circumstance, it is always satisfying to stumble across a band I have never heard of and fall in love. The same thing applies for my SoundCloud Dropbox.
Many moons ago, The Rubbish Zoo, a quintet from Wyoming (do you know any other bands from Wyoming? I do not) sent me a track called “More Ink Than An Octopus.” I dug the track and noted it in a Google Doc (my entire life is on Google Docs) but just never got around to writing about it.
I’m not exactly sure when, or what specifically did it, but I credit my awareness of this band to the blog, We Listen For You. Perhaps because Zach has been such a champion of Conveyor for so long – and rightfully so. The band delightfully eschews most genre definitions. Just when I think I’ve pinned them (indie folk? folk pop? experimental folk?) they release a new track that completely throws me (in the best way possible). One of the big bummers of SXSW 2012 for me was having to leave the Wild Honey Pie party in the middle of this Brooklyn-based band’s jaunty, vibrant set.