Leor Galil, Reader music critic
Dumpster diving for records A couple of weeks ago, Reddit user brian001 posted a photo of heaps of water-damaged vinyl sitting in a Dumpster outside of local pressing plant Mobile Fidelity Sound Lab. The LPs were there for the taking, so needless to say things were picked over by the time I arrived. Still, I went for the adventure, and rummaging through wet cardboard boxes for Big Star records proved to be a memorable hunt.
No Anchor, Real Pain Supernova (self-released) These Australian dudes combine lumbering, sludgy doom and 90s indie rock into one searing, brutal album. To continue with the album title’s Oasis riffing, these guys are looking forward in anger.
The name of my new, nonexistent band On a recent visit to Trader Joe’s, my friend Lauren and I contemplated splitting an entire pie. When an employee egged us on, I asked him to join us; he responded with a great turn of phrase—”three-way pie.” Lauren declared it would be the name of her new band, and I wasted no time muscling my way into the group. We’ll be the band for those with a taste for desserts and Deftones.
Shake Shop owner/drummer for Tyler Jon Tyler
Earworms I’ve had the first 30 seconds of “52 Girls” by the B-52s stuck in my head for about four years now. Any time I’m not thinking of anything in particular, that little snippet is playing on repeat. The only cure for an earworm is another earworm, but the only two that work for me are “21st Century Schizoid Man” and the solo from “November Rain.” The cures are worse than the symptoms.
Sheer quantity Say what you will, but I genuinely love that it seems like everyone and their grandma has two bands and a side project, and half of those people also run labels. The more the merrier.
Spotify I’m usually late to the game with stuff like this, but it’s nice to be able to hear full albums of just about anything without being a thieving a-hole or having to suffer through a band’s MySpace page to check out a couple songs.
Tyler Jon Tyler plays at the Empty Bottle on Fri 8/12
Zach Medearis, guitarist and singer for Outer Minds
We the People, “My Brother, the Man” This cut off the 1966 single is pure, bone-roastin’ material. Shitty garage rock done perfectly with the right elements of idiot and primate. Spark one up and get dumb.
The Sorrows, “Pink, Purple, Yellow, and Red” This is a song all bands wish they could write. There’s a line where the singer yells, “Wish me dead.” Get blazed, listen to this garage banger, and wish yourself dead.
Tandoori Knights “Brown Trash” video King Kahn and Bloodshot Bill made me laugh with this brilliantly offensive video. This song is really fucking great, too. I think after you watch the video you’ll agree that Shiva deserves a huge boner and a thumbs up. If you like fart jokes and great Kahn songs, this is pretty killer. But I’m sure someone with a blog, an opinion, and a hatred for fun will probably find some stupid reason to bitch about it online. Good!