Mixtape 202 :: Fitness
I don’t care how many times I have to cut and paste Snõõper’s name to preserve those weird accents, they’re worth it.
I don’t care how many times I have to cut and paste Snõõper’s name to preserve those weird accents, they’re worth it.
As it happens, if yours truly has a Valentine’s gig, it’ll be followed by one on Pi Day. Except on leap years. But the point here is that I thought about doing a show themed on circles, spheres, and other such expressions of the number and decided against it, but keep your ears peeled for some future incarnation of a “Round and Round” playlist. Instead, tonight we kick things off with the sort-of eponymous track from The Nude Party’s latest release, and wrap things up with about 30 seconds of Railroad Jerk, because technical difficulties.
It’s a bitterly cold night, though the thermometer is not the lowest it’s been this winter. Warming things up is King Tuff, whose twisted bedroom psychedelia is heating up my house in the manner of an unexpected early spring. It’s a strong start for an extended set of sounds simultaneously catchy and powerful. Technical note: The Mixtape sounds best when recorded on TDK SA90 cassettes. Do not attempt to do this on Maxell XLIIs.
The evenings grow brisk as the music gets wilder. Tonight zipped by, thanks to Generoso and Lily, and Robin in Atlanta, for staying up late. Also, a reminder that I'll be out the following two Tuesdays, returning to the air on October 2.
The Thievery Corporation has institutionalized the plagiarism of genres, and this week's dub-influenced opener is no exception.
Another one-man rock act that wears its influences on its sleeve, but it’s well done so don’t take that as a complaint. Highly political.
I really love Khruangbin, despite the pronounciation quandary they plunge me into whenever I play one of their songs.
King Tuff clearly has a rock and roll heart, with the sort of grandiose expression that has a southern blues charm.