Mixtape 218 :: Dance With Me
Joanna Sternberg is an open book, and you can’t keep from turning the pages.
Joanna Sternberg is an open book, and you can’t keep from turning the pages.
Things started out normally, with a cover and an excellent new single from Waxahatchee, but took a turn for the unexpected when the highly-anticipated Cat Empire set went missing. Was it skipped over on the player accidentally? Had I forgotten to make a copy to bring to the station? Could I download it from the backup at home? After a couple of sets of troubleshooting, it turned out I had named the file incorrectly. These are the hazards you encounter as a live-in-the-studio DJ, kids.
The Psychedelic Porn Crumpets would like to welcome you aboard and advise you to buckle in tight.
Lewsberg wear their love for certain protopunk prototypes quite well.
I was not properly prepared to discuss Cat Power’s tribute to Bob Dylan’s 1966 Royal Albert Hall concert, and specifically where it was recorded, but now I can reveal the facts: the Cat Power recording was made at RAH. However, Dylan’s original recording was NOT made at RAH, despite the famous bootleg’s common name, instead having taken place in Manchester, a good ways away.
Let’s face it, we’re going to be hearing tracks from The Bug Club for a couple months, since I keep finding gems strewn loosely about their most recent album. Lots of listeners checked in for this show, my apologies to those that checked out during the elevator hellride at the beginning of the show. Technical issues, we’re working on them.
Once above the canopy, it was impossible to see the green-winged hang-gliders that the archeologist and the mercenary had used to enter the Antananarivo bird sanctuary. Going through Customs had been dicey, the parts for the flying machines had been dispersed with various kinds of unassembled patio furniture, but the quality of the materials still stood out. Fortunately, the mercenary had brought up the Madagascar goth metal scene and distracted the functionaries into stamping passports and waving them through. They hadn’t even asked about the Geiger counter.
The Neanderthals of the Seattle “grunge” sound remain in top form with eleven angry, buzzing indictments of modern living.
Somewhere beyond easy genres is this woozy mix of indie soul and post-rock complication.
A brilliant collection of indie pop gems, featuring the sounds and hooks that made “alternative music” so great in the first place.