Tag: Khruangbin

Flea takes a chill pill, picks up a trumpet, and makes the reds, greens, and yellows dance.

It’s time for another collection of covers and interpretations, therefore Version Control 7!

Banging on in the loudest fashion possible, it’s Militarie Gun.

Someone called asking who was on the following morning, and I replied I had no idea. They told me to look in the clipboard to my right and what do you know, there it was. I had no idea this thing existed, probably from being so focused on bringing you the highest quality music, like Militarie Gun.

When Jonny Greenwood needs absolute confidence in something, he turns to technology and repetition.

Tonight, the universe set off a billion trillion nuclear bombs in order to paint the sky with northern lights. It’s an appropriate light show for Peel Dream Magazine, whose shimmering tones seem to float out of the speakers like undulating curtains of sound.

What this band brings to the mainly-instrumental surf guitar disco potluck is exactly what you'd expect a band invited to the MISGDP to bring, but let's be honest for a minute: we don't ever want to run out.

The sound of Chicano Batman is a half-dozen ice-cubes liquidly clinking in a tall glass.

Khruangbin promises exotic destinations and luxurious accommodations in the distant hum of a prop engine.

It was a globe-spanning show, with listeners checking in from the Grand Valley, the Florida swamps, and as far as Japan, where it was already Wednesday lunchtime. Meanwhile, The Libertines are up to their old antics again, at least the ones where they sound like a recently unfrozen cadre of British Invasion troglodytes. Also fun: playing a track called “We Will Not Apologize” and following that up with “Stop Apologizing”. Sounds about right.