Stoner-goth-rockers White Hills release their follow up to last year’s H-p1 with new album, Frying on This Rock, next week. On tour in the UK now, their US leg kicks off April 9th in Brooklyn.
Yay! Another video from The Horror’s most excellent album Skying. Of course it’s a super-trippy piece of kaleidoscope business but this time all in swirling animation. And finally, The Horrors admit they are aliens. Or they are LSD. Or both.
Frontman James Mercer and crew go all Wes Anderson in this new clip from their much anticipated third album Port of Morrow which comes out next week. This song showcases perfectly why these guys have been so popular: amazing song craft.
90s-indie noise revivalists Cymbals Eat Guitars have a new Jamie Harley directed clip for “Definite Darkness” from last year’s Lenses Alien, featuring footage of a 70s drill team competition. Smiling young ladies, washed out colors, flags and high kicks.
Debuting at SXSW this week, a new documentary on legendary drummer Ginger Baker. Eric Clapton, Johnny Rotten, Carlos Santana, Charlie Watts and Neil Peart are just a few of the musicians who appear and discuss the musical gift of the drummer, best known for playing in Cream and Blind Faith before discovering the Afrobeat of Fela Kuti.
I think Australian punk-pop outfit Bleeding Knees Club are actually young enough to cite Wavves as a musical influence, and an obvious one at that. Still, it’s hard to hate on their mindless fun.
Beardo: a weirdo with a beard. This dude totally qualifies. With an ode to the joys of suburban life, Beardo manages to be both totally gross and kind of charming at the same time. Also his band appears to be in middle school.
The third video from Girls’ sophomore album, Father, Son, Holy Ghost, is a sad one as an older woman, who may or may not be Christopher Owens real mother, looks back at her youth. The imagery fits Owen’s heart-sick lament: tender and melancholy.
From their concert at Madison Square Garden in NYC, 1973. This is rock and roll people.
A raw but touching portrait of cult metal legend Bobby Liebling, chronicling his bid to resurrect his life and career after decades of wasting away in his parents’ basement. Liebling made his mark in the ’70s as the outrageous frontman of Pentagram, a “street” Black Sabbath, but acts of self-destruction, multiple band break-ups and botched record deals eventually condemned them to obscurity and Liebling to hardcore drug use.
The Arctic Monkeys are doing something different with this track and my first thought was that they’d been listening to a lot of Black Keys – not a bad thing! Seems I’m right: they’re on tour together kicking off March 2nd.