Tag: Wet Leg

Nothing can prepare you for the way Dean Johnson peers deep inside you.

They said it was difficult terrain to traverse, but that never stopped Forth Wanderers from blazing a path.

The aleatory nature of playlist selection for The Lacking Organization means all-instrumental sets are rare, so having two in one show definitely merits a mention in the show notes. Tonight’s highlight is Mac DeMarco, whose new album provides the perfect soundtrack for this particularly floaty stage of summer.

Stand well clear of Wet Leg as they bring the high voltage to their brand of CPR.

Peach season is hot and heavy here in the Grand Valley, but I have yet to reach peach oversaturation. Give them to me in anything and everything, sure, I’ll try it. A special selection tonight in the form of The Beat, a one-hour set of music self-referentially dedicated to its own rhythmic components, after which things took their usual turn for the weird.

Turnstile are here to maintain disorder, whether you have the fare or not.

Normally an off night, but I had work travel. Many thanks to Honey Lady for switching nights so I can keep these hits coming! I am truly digging Audio Book Club and their demented Oklahoma skronk, hugging you warm and tight while they stab you in the back. Here’s hoping the Grand Valley is a stop should they venture westwards.

The daylight arrivals are now fading into twilight but the season of amnesia continues, this time with forgetting to bring a copy of the playlist with me. The station’s auto-playlister came to the rescue, identifying almost every track. Tonight! We have something particularly aggressive off the Psychedelic Porn Crumpets’ latest release.

I always thought Kurt Vile was a play on the name of the German composer that gave us “Mack The Knife,” but that seems to be his given name (bonus: middle name is Samuel). Sonically, he’s more in line with Lou Reed than Weill, topping his awkward nouveau folk with a voice that may not be the most musical but is actually the perfect medium to express this particular malarkey.

It takes a certain mindset to take on a King Crimson song, and clearly black midi is of that mindset. Is it a bugle call for all prog rockers everywhere to take up their Moogs and sparkly jumpsuits and join the New Prog Revolution? I can support that.