Looking good, ladies.

Looking good, ladies.

I’m posting so much today, eh? Well, you never know when I’ll disappear into the lesbian-abyss (also known as Sweden?), so I’m going to keep ’em coming. This post is late, because every lady who’s ever seen a vagina (willingly), and has not settled for the look-don’t-touch childhood mantra has already heard Tegan and Sara’s latest track “Hell,” off Sainthood.

What is Sainthood? They’ll tell you:

But if you haven’t heard it yet, you can listen to it here:



I’m swamped, here’s my divided attention.

I have so many readings and papers to do, I just don’t know how, or if, I will survive. As I acknowledge my mortality, this is a quick post for you to remember me by, just incase I don’t make it.

Music! Everyone needs music, right? Well I have a couple bands for you, but seeing as we’re being snippy, I will push the music upon you and you, seeing as you will probably be here tomorrow, can fend for yourself. This is the music review of tough love, which, ironically is kind of more useful than an actual movie review… Thinking for yourself, now I’ve definitely made a contribution to society. So here we go, and take this paragraph lightly, you’re a smart bunch.

Dead Man’s Bones- Pa Pa Power

Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros- Home

Girls- Lust for Life

Actually, all those YouTube searches for things I already knew the titles of was really exhausting, so I’m going to leave you with old school Rachel Maddow meets new school Rachel Maddow.

my friends call me RayRay Maddz, oh and Im a Rhodes Scholar, too.

"my friends call me RayRay Maddz, oh and I'm a Rhodes Scholar, too."

Hello, Im Rachel Maddow, my friends call me *jaw drop* Hubba-da... Rachels fine, though.

"Hello, I'm Rachel Maddow, my friends call me *jaw drop* Hubba-da... Rachel's fine, though."

Summer jams, women, & iguanas…

Now, if I remember correctly this is still a lesbian blog. Though I did clear out my spam comments today, and judging by the amount of Viagra ads, I wasn’t so sure if this blog is still for the sapphically inclined or for those with small penises (mine has yet to grow in, so I did the ad companies a favour and clicked a link or two, you know, keeping my options open). Despite the prevalence of little blue pills, I will continue to bring you pictures and music that may, hopefully, get you an erection, however small.

I’ve spent a lot of time on trains over the past week, and while I was traveling alone, I was not alone. No, friends, I had my trusty copy of NYLON. I tend to read magazines cover to cover, especially when Karen O is on the cover. I won’t pretend like I didn’t pick it up solely for a couple glimpses at Karen, but I do like NYLON, so it’s not like it was Quilt Mag (though I’m sure Karen quilts like a maniac).

Inside NYLON, I found the usual suspects, and some bands I was already listening to (it’s great for my ego), though when I brought up the acts at numerous casual get togethers (Little Boots is my new safe word), no one seemed to know who I was talking about. So, to prepare you for the inevitable sexual encounter at a trashy bar, here is what I’m listening to, and what you should be listening to if you want me in your bed.

First, we have Lissy Trullie

Lissy’s EP Self-Taught Learner is definitely on loop right now, and listening to her is a little bit surreal. Had no one told me she was a chick and I heard this song, well, I wouldn’t be very sure. She has this deep, but not overly raspy, voice, and, as you may have seen, a pretty androgynous look. It’s danceable indie rock, and I try to start singalongs whenever Boy Boy comes on. You should too. 

Next, Little Boots!

Victoria Hesketh, better known (I hope) as Little Boots is a pretty awesome chick. Her new album Hands is hard to comment on for me, though. As with most albums, there are only a handful of songs I like. I’d say 50% of the album is solid, as she is a synth pop vocalist, it’s easy to miss danceable when trying to add deeper lyrics, and I think that’s what happened on this album. The beat on the good tracks will blow you away, I was listening to Hands on the train back from Toronto, and had to disregard the general public as I did my chair dance. It was not pretty, but I’m fine with that. With tracks like New in Town, Stuck on Repeat (the Fake Blood remix is great too, less road trip, more club-lite), Symmetry and Mathematics, Little Boots should definitely be on your summer playlist.

Then we have Phoenix

Phoenix has been on rotation since Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix came out, and I was smitten with 1901 for a good while. 1901, however, doesn’t give you a feel for the whole album. With tracks like Liztomania, and Rome, Phoenix played a little with this album. The overall flow is good, and the collection of tracks is definitely sensical, but the aforementioned songs are decidedly more summertime dance oriented (you know, when you kick up your heels and spin around in circles… though I don’t advise doing those simultaneously).

More music to come later, I don’t want to give away all my secrets, because, you know, I’m so secretive like that. I mean, I don’t tell anyone anything. Too much? Okay. I know what you’re thinking now “what about the iguanas?” Well, I can’t get anything past you, can I? I spent four minutes of my life today listing to I’m a Celebrity, get me out of here. I don’t know if you’ve heard this song, and I am kind of hoping you haven’t; it’s a Spencer Pratt rap. Yes, that Spencer Pratt.

Badass, Spencer, badass. The iguana comes in when you see the lovely video, featuring Spencer and Heidi in a car, Spencer and Heidi with a snake, Spencer with a spider, and Heidi being sexually suggestive with what looks like a small lizard. Oh, and a good portion of the video is spencer rapping at an iguana on a rock. Enjoy…?


Right in the earbuds: haven’t-left-my-bed edition

I tried to be productive today, I really did. Actually, I did email a couple newspaper editors, shower, blog, and look at Agyness Deyn, so today wasn’t a total loss. I have left my bed only three times today; coffee, shower, coffee. The worst part about today is that I’m totally enjoying myself.

I have been dancing around like you wouldn’t even know, I Twittered to my heart’s content, did a couple Seesmic posts, updated my Identi, signed up for Jezebel and Ustream, not to mention I found some pretty good music. You see, I want to start djing in the underground queer scene, and as I only have one turntable, it’s going to be me and my computer (you know, with all that fancy-shmancy stolen software), so I had better have a good track or two. Well, I’ve stumbled upon a couple gems, and I haven’t given you much to listen to recently (unless we’re counting Margaret Cho telling you to eat shit). 

Let’s start with something really basic and really catchy, Noir Boys Club. I can’t figure who they sound like just yet, but I’m leaning towards MSTRKRFT (Vuvuvu), Midnight Juggernauts (Tombstone), and something or other by Justice, let’s say Stress. Mix them all together, nixing the sugar, spice and everything nice bit, and you have something you can dance (or at the very least tap your toes or gas pedal) to.

Next we have Lillica Libertine, this kid is 19 (I know I’m 19 too, but he’s awesome; he makes the music, and I give him three lines… of text), and totally awesome. His taste is impecable, his mixes are solid, and it’s just an all around good time. Plus, you can find his stuff all over the Internet, unlike Noir Boys Club, which is always a plus.

Finally (at least finally in terms of “songs you might hear at the club”) comes Princess Superstar. Her lyrics are interesting, let’s leave it at that. It kind of brings me back to the 90s, when I would sing overly sexual lyrics without knowing what I was going at the time ( ;) ). Licky is interesting, if there wasn’t a male connotation, I would “spin this track” for sure. 

The final band I’m going to put up you may have heard before, The Asteroids Galaxy Tour. They’ve got a little bit of a retro vibe, very upbeat, kind of twangy, like She and Him after a couple balloons full of helium. Raimy (of Muthafunka fame) relates them to the Ting Tings, I kind of see it, but I feel like the retro, near Amy Winehouse, beats are distinct from the Ting Tings.

Happy listening, loves.

Hello, target audience!

Apparently I’m posting a whole slew of videos these days… and until someone starts complaining or sends me anthrax in the mail, I will continue to do so. I like to think I know who reads my blogs, but as the number of readers starts to exceed the-number-of-people-that-I-probably-met-that-one-time-when-I-was-drunk, now I just guess and hope you all keep reading. 

Well, if there is one thing that crosses all demographic-related borders, it’s comedians who make music. Enter Margaret Cho (with the lovely, talented, and beyond-too-sexy Amanda Palmer) at SXSW. Enjoy


I’m not sure how many of you picked up (okay, maybe “picked up” is a little bit arcane, I take that back, and replace it with “downloaded illegally but without an ounce of remorse”, because that’s what we’re all doing these days, myself not exempted) the I’m Not There OST. But it was pretty awesome, I downloaded it solely for the purpose of getting a taste of Karen O and the Million Dollar Bashers

I’m pretty much a musically-inclined stalker, you see. And wherever Karen goes, I go, musically speaking. I followed her to Native Korean Rock, had a brief spurt of depression when I was left to wait years between Yeah Yeah Yeahs albums, and now, with It’s Blitz! my thirst for Karen has been quenched. Musically, that is. 

I downloaded it illegally a couple days ago, and I have been listening to it non-stop (with the only exceptions being that I just got the entire Sufjan Stevens discography, as well as that one Black Kids album, you know the one). I hated Zero (which was my first taste of the album, via YouTube video) the first couple of times I heard it, and I only stomached it on mute, watching Karen on full screen. Creepy, right?

I have changed my views on Zero now, and I come at your from the other side of multiple listens to the album. It’s definitely what I’d call different. No longer acoustic, more electronic, closer to Metric, but still tip toeing away from CSS’s sophomore. The electronics, and the newly integrated piano almost make you think you’re not listening to Yeah Yeah Yeahs, until Karen starts, that is. Nick seems to have taken a backseat on this album, but I could be wrong… maybe he plays the piano (he has the moody pianist haircut)?

As per usual, it’s a solid Yeah Yeah Yeahs album, highlights outweighing low lights without dispute. I can never listen to a YYYs album and figure out what the next single will be; and it’s partially why I love them. An album with more than two songs that are radio worthy? Those don’t exist. As Sara of Tegan and Sara would say (maybe on a little show called This Just Out), those are like unicorns! 

They’ve lead with Zero, I’m hoping Heads will Roll will follow, but I could be wrong, as I’m often wrong. Other highlights, without simply giving you the track listing, of course, include Dull Life, Hysteric, and Soft Shock.

“Pick it up.”

Right in the earbuds: David Karsten Daniels & Poney Poney


Okay, he’s pretty folky on a whole, but I love it. I can’t find videos which aren’t live of him, and I like his studio recordings better, anyways. 

You can check out his Myspace here. Definitely don’t miss Martha Ann.

Poney Poney have caught my attention recently, Justice does some of their mixing. They’re Paris based, and I’m still trying to put my finger on who they sound like. Feel free to chime in on that one, I’m stumped.  I’m a big fan of Cross The Fader:

The handy-dandy video above even gives you the chord progression if you’re so inclined.

(These will eventually get more in depth, right now I’m just posting what I find. Stay tuned.)