I never took the kids and left Snapchat, but we only spoke when we needed to and started sleeping in different beds. I do think Snapchat and I are spared our divorce, but we’re still trapped in an unhappy marriage that I won’t leave for the sake of my contact list. This was probably foreshadowed by Snapchat’s tumbling stock and when the layout for the app was first altered, but I think that Snapchat’s most recent update is the most half-hearted attempt at making the app better. Worst of all, it’s going to hurt the app and user’s relationships with it. Continue reading
Frank Turner isn’t exactly a musician out of time. He’s made a career embracing the past while making fairly relevant music. He’s also noted for having a diverse taste in music. If one had to guess, he has an equal affinity for ABBA and Queen as he does for Rancid. He also will unashamedly speak his political views and point a finger at those he sees as fallacies and evil. Be More Kind sees Turner seeking empathetic people while taking a step away from his folk and punk roots and leaning into a more radio-friendly indie rock sound. Continue reading
LA’s Spanish Love Songs have all the promise of a band that can have real staying power. They have the hunger of a band that wants people to hear their songs and feelings, and they have the talent to back it up. Their latest album Schmaltz brings the breakneck intensity of hardcore, but the emotionality and varied sounds of emo. They take the heartland-americana punk sounds of bands like The Gaslight Anthem or The Menzingers and tie in the heavy pop-punk sounds reminiscent of Upsides-era Wonder Years. Schmaltz sees a band in the formative stages of becoming an excellent act that will only get better. Continue reading
My knowledge of pro-wrestling for the most part starts and ends with the Mountain Goats’ 2015 album Beat the Champ[i]. Prior to that album, it seemed like big guys performing a high energy stage show for an audience of drunk idiots. What John Darnielle does so well is showing that limited and first impressions are very often wrong. Beat the Champ is an album that really humanizes so many different aspects of wrestling: the matches, the fans, and the wrestlers. Like the Mountain Goats album, Andre the Giant was a similar experience. It educated me on something I thought would just be a weird anomaly. HBO’s Andre the Giant sheds light on the mythic Andre Roussimoff that is engaging for both fans and casual viewers. Continue reading
This isn’t an album I would normally enjoy. Debut albums from indie rock bands that toe the line between dream pop and emo are usually aggressively okay. The songs are fine, but they don’t become interesting until the second album. That’s sort of the case with Philadelphia’s Kississippi. Sunset Blush is both energetic and mellow, and it seems like the type of album that I’d shrug off as “fine.” Here’s the thing: it’s pretty good, and I’ve been really enjoying Kississippi’s first album. Continue reading
Jack White would probably like to be thought of as this generation’s Lead Belly, but really, he’s more likely to go onto to be like this generation’s Lou Reed-an obsessive but eclectic madman dedicated to his art and reinvention. Like Reed, White is also unafraid of failure or ridiculousness (see: Lulu and “Leck Mich Im Arsch”). Boarding House Reach sees White leaning into his own experimentation on the weird, sloppy, boring wreck of an album. Continue reading
Coffee Date is back! Coffee Date is a column where we cover coffee and tea trends. This week we’re covering The Crystal Ball Frappuccino from Starbucks.
Those Starbucks guys are marketing geniuses. They can pump out crappy, sugar-loaded Frappuccinos every few months, and they sell like crazy. When I remember to, I try them, but I’m always disappointed. Marketing stunts like The Crystal Ball Frappuccino act as a reminder to a bizarre sense of curiosity and brand loyalty.
Yesterday Panic! at the Disco released two singles from their upcoming album Pray for the Wicked. Sunday marks the tenth anniversary of their second album Pretty. Odd., an album that never really gets discussed. We decided to talk about it. Continue reading
This is all terrible to write about. Last year’s A Crow Looked at Me was a career-defining album for Phil Elverum. That’s terrible to say, because it’s an album so rooted in the tragic loss of his wife, Geneviève. It’s also somewhat ignorant, because Elverum had been working as a musician for over two decades. While a popular artist in his own rite, A Crow Looked at Me was the sort of album that propelled him into a certain level of mainstream success. His near-immediate follow-up Now Only should not be nearly as good as it is, but it’s a similarly haunting and honest album. Continue reading