Mixtape 300 • Despectiva caridad
If you enjoy your cumbia abstracted and your merengue chopped to pieces, Los Pirañas have a dish for you.
If you enjoy your cumbia abstracted and your merengue chopped to pieces, Los Pirañas have a dish for you.
Nothing like the feeling of having a new Broncho album to obsess over, I invite you to join me to, as they say in my native country, “sumérgete en cheddar.” Elsewhere tonight, panic at the discotheque — if you were listening, you know exactly what I’m talking about.
Sometimes it takes a while for an album to be recognized as a classic, sometimes the shock of recognition is instant and universal. This is the case for Spoon and their latest release, Lucifer on the Sofa, which showcases much of what has made the band a constant source of solid material, but in a concentrated way that will make you start all over as soon as you hit the end.
It’s easy to suspect Ray LaMontagne came from a recently unearthed time capsule documenting the folkie scene of half a century ago.
They had wandered through the town, having left the aquabus in one of the drainage ponds at the I-70 interchange. It had been a dusty drive, and the vehicle certainly could use the soaking. As they wandered through the town’s enormous collection of objects, they felt lilliputian. The dentist rattled the bag of tiles suggestively as they walked past the sign for the World’s Largest Rocking Chair. The typesetter did not hesitate to point out that at 678 inches, it was the tallest chair of any kind in the United States. It was a habit that was both tiresome and instructive. And it never got in the way of a quick game of mahjong.
Very low-key instrumentals, dependent more on subtle dynamics than on any sort of recognizable or repeatable melodic content. Quite intellectual and meditative.