Pictureplane’s album “Dark Rift” has been on very high rotate since I bought it last August. Yesterday I discovered Zola Jesus, (thanks to Better than Sex) and fell in love with their song “Night“.
When I followed Nika Roza Danilova of Zola Jesus on Twitter, I saw this Tweet to Pictureplane:
A daily pick of whats tingling our spidey senses on most every day of the year. Could be new or could have come back onto rotation from any time.
News about the local or international scenes and possibility atmos itself. And the odd barely re-written press release.
No week with two school-night shows can possibly be a bad week. Even if only one hits the spot you’re still well ahead of debauchery before the weekend even hits. I’m combining a review of California’s appropriate_prefix-metal band Isis and the Wu Tang’s RZA because my high school English teacher taught me contrast was a good thing. And I’m lazy and haven’t gotten around to either of them yet and just need to get it done.
There have been a few shows with really bad turn-outs lately in Wellington. Isis was …
Today was all about having this Pictureplane mix tape on repeat. Which has a wicked Rustie remix of Keyshia Cole on it. I would totally make that song of the day, but then I found an older track of his that blistered me even more. And there is no such thing as discovering a tune too late. Right? (Official blog policy son.)
To give you an idea – at one point a crowd surge even managed to send the stage table along with turntables and laptops on to the floor. …
I first found Active Child through Stereogum and as soon as I heard “Wilderness”, I was off buying his cassette EP from Mirror Universe. Yes, I said cassette. It arrived over a month ago and I still haven’t been able to listen to it. I haven’t had a cassette player for ten years! Thankfully, Thomas is the organised one of us and he just ordered a USB tape player, so I should be able to listen to the rest of it any day now.
There’s an interview with him here …
The Pains of Being Pure at Heart played at San Francisco Bath House on February 25 and you’ll have to forgive me for not posting this review earlier! This was also one of those rare times that neither of us took photos. Bad kids, no dinner.
They transported me back to feeling like the Smiths/Ash/Smashing Pumpkins-loving sixteen year-old that I was. That’s all I expected and I had my perma-grin on throughout the gig. They were good, but not particularly engaging. As another local reviewer (he’s sexist and a chronic hater, …