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Fool's Gold lists it as the 8th. I think it was supposed to come out the 30th and got pushed back for some reason.
Yeah they delayed it again until the 8th. Pusha T's My Name is My Name is a close second though, although I'm still pretty pissed he cancelled his show tomorrow in Philly
Miley Cyrus, Katy Perry, Kelly Clarkson, Korn... Anything else I should look out for in October? Anyone have a list of new releases?
On a serious note, it's going to be difficult keeping up this month.
Here's some:
Fall Out Boys (EP but it's withproduced by Ryan Adams, so it counts)It shouldnt matter who this was produced by...it's still Fall Out Boy. No further explanantion needed. Lee Ranaldo Patty Griffin Darkside Tim Hecker Sepultura The Avett Brothers The Head and the Heart Pearl Jam Four Tet Fuzz Unknown Mortal Orchestra - Acoustic EP of their older stuff...No new material except for a cover. Arcade Fire Laurel Halo Best Coast Dismemberment Plan Paul McCartney A$AP Mob Lucius Cults Crystal Antlers Sleigh Bells RJD2
I can't wait to listen to the A$AP Mob album (which is still untitled) immediately after listening to My Name Is My Name for the 67th time and hating every minute of it.
"Also, am I the only one who feels like we're really at the diminshing returns phase of the whole "indie-dance-pop" thing? Steven Hyden had a great article about this a week or so ago, where he talked about how groups like Chvrches have nothing that makes them "indie" - they're just straight up bubblegum pop, more or less. I feel like every month has another "big" release from one of these acts, and I've been increasingly bored with them as the year goes on. Disclosure, Chvrches, London Grammar, even Rudimental...it's just kind of played out."
I can't wait to listen to the A$AP Mob album (which is still untitled) immediately after listening to My Name Is My Name for the 67th time and hating every minute of it.
IMO, My Name is My Name is the best hip-hop album of the year. It might not be an overall better album than Yeezus, but it's a better hip-hop album, if that makes sense.
Also, am I the only one who feels like we're really at the diminshing returns phase of the whole "indie-dance-pop" thing? Steven Hyden had a great article about this a week or so ago, where he talked about how groups like Chvrches have nothing that makes them "indie" - they're just straight up bubblegum pop, more or less. I feel like every month has another "big" release from one of these acts, and I've been increasingly bored with them as the year goes on. Disclosure, Chvrches, London Grammar, even Rudimental...it's just kind of played out.
I couldn't agree more regarding Chvrches; that album did absolutely nothing for me, though I do enjoy me some Disclosure. What were your thoughts on the new Phantogram EP? I thought that was a very solid release, and I think they still have a lot to offer in terms of electro pop. I also think Phantogram's glitchier / darker sound is less likely to grow stale.
I feel that so much electronic, electro-pop, etc. music these days lacks any soul: Disclosure is a prime example. I know many of you guys love the shiz out of that album, but I listen to it and I don't hear anything unique, original, creative, or emotive about it. ZZZzzzzzZZzZzz...
Also, am I the only one who feels like we're really at the diminshing returns phase of the whole "indie-dance-pop" thing? Steven Hyden had a great article about this a week or so ago, where he talked about how groups like Chvrches have nothing that makes them "indie" - they're just straight up bubblegum pop, more or less. I feel like every month has another "big" release from one of these acts, and I've been increasingly bored with them as the year goes on. Disclosure, Chvrches, London Grammar, even Rudimental...it's just kind of played out.
Thanks, this had to be said. Chvrches blows. Although, I wouldn't throw Disclosure into this group.
Love Classixx and Disclosure, I wouldn't throw them in there with the others. I think Chrvches is definitely EDM pop, but I also don't think they or their album suck.
London Grammar did nothing to me, I fell asleep listening to it and I wasn't tired when I started playing it.
I have no problem with a band like Chrvrches putting out a poppy-electronic music album, it's not their fault people are lauding it for more than it is (and that is a solid dance pop album). But there is a trend going on to toss all of those dance music-type of records into a single genre, perhaps out of laziness? To me, Disclosure and Chvrches sound nothing alike and aside from utilizing the bleep bloops, I don't think they are even in the same genre of music.
Basically, I like the Chvrches album, so stop talking sh*t about it
The title of Drake’s third album is Nothing Was the Same. Surely, this is one of the most aptly named albums of the year because on this outing Drake shows us an entirely different side of himself. The album cover (worth the price of admission alone!) lets the listener know that…
I gotta be honest — I didn’t listen to the whole thing. Obviously, it’s good. You think a Canadian child actor would be this successful as a rapper if he wasn’t good? The dude was sitting on 25 mil at age 25! (I would love to see some documentation on that, by the way. I’m not saying he didn’t have 25 mil, I’m just saying some of that was probably real estate and maybe like potential earnings from complicated endorsement deals.) People love him because he’s good! He gets 10 outta 10, OK?
I have heard SOME of it. I heard that one called “Worst Behaviour,” the “motherQuackers never loved us” one – it really struck a chord. There are SO many motherQuackers out there. I’ve been making music since I was seven years old (started with piano) so I’ve been betrayed more times than I can count. You know how many people talk shiz behind your back and then try to be your best friend over the course of 22 years in the industry?? Drake only got into music like five years ago, so if you see how angry he is — IMAGINE HOW I FEEL.
Now, usually I can forgive but I won’t forget. However, there are some cases where I can forgive but I won’t forget OR forgive.
I remember in early 2007 we were opening for this Danish band in Portland. We introduced ourselves after soundcheck. Later in the evening, one of their amps stopped working and their tour manager asked if they could borrow mine. I said ABSOLUTELY, NO PROBLEM.
After the show, I told the singer, Hans, that they sounded great. He said he really liked our set too. Then we talked about how we both LOVED this one Animal Collective song. He said his band was playing in New York in a few months and he would DEFINITELY hit me up when they got into town.
Months later, I’m at home in NYC reading some blogs on my iPad. (Haha nope, it was a Dell desktop computer. Remember this was 2007… motherQuacker. GOTCHA.) Oh, look at this — my Danish “friends” are playing tomorrow. Nice! I like those guys.
Next morning, I check my phone. Lots of texts and e-mails from various friends and business associates A$ U$UAL but, curiously, no word from Hans. Later that afternoon, I check my e-mail again. NOT A WORD. I check Facebook. NOT A POKE. I check quacking MYSPACE. NOT A goddang NEW MESSAGE. (I should point out that Hans’ band was in our Top 8 at the time.)
I’m starting to get tight so I call Iggy Azalea. (Oh, Iggy Azalea wasn’t around in 2007? Hmm so I guess she was born in 2008? She’s FIVE YEARS OLD? GO Quack YOURSELF... motherQuacker.) She helps me to cool off. She reminds me that touring is tough and Hans is probably overwhelmed. Maybe I should reach out to him.
OK, I’LL SEND HIM A TEXT.
“Hans, what’s up dude? I see you’re in New York. Have time for a drink? Also I’d love to come to the show. I see it’s sold out.”
I send the text and feel relieved but after 20 minutes, I start feeling quacking weird again. WHY HASN’T HE RESPONDED?
Maybe his Danish phone doesn’t work so well in America? YEAH, TOTALLY. That’s probably it.
OK, I’ll just hit up my friend who works at the Bowery Ballroom to get on the list. NICE. A PLUS ONE? DON’T MIND IF I DO.
I invite Panda Bear to roll with me. He says “SURE. THANKS FOR INVITING ME. DON’t MIND IF I DO.”
OK, the night’s starting to look pretty good. I start picking out an outfit to wear. My wife helps me look through my closet because I am colorblind.
Why did I invite Panda Bear and not my wife? Fair question. Our son was only two months old at the time, so she didn’t want to leave him with a babysitter. Also, all u eagle-eyed readers might remember that Hans and I bonded over a shared predilection for a certain song by a certain band — that’s right, motherQuackers, the one and only ANIMAL COLLECTIVE.
So I’m picking out my outfit when I hear a buzzing sound — OMG I’M GETTING A TEXT. I run upstairs PRAYING it’s from Hans but… it’s just Panda Bear again. His friend from college, Nathan, is in town. Can I get an extra plus on the list?
FINE. I make it happen.
FLASH FORWARD ABOUT TWO HOURS:
Me, Panda and Nathan are walking to the show after getting some BBQ in the East Village (NOT MY IDEA). Panda and Nathan won’t stop talking about guys from their college frat. I smile and pretend to follow their rando stories. They keep saying “Oh, this is probably so boring for you. You don’t know anyone from our college.” BUT THEN THEY JUST KEEP ON REMINISCING.
Also, the FIRST thing Nathan said to me was “Where’s the nearest ATM?” quacking weirdo.
We get to the Bowery Ballroom right as they’re playing their first song. I gotta be honest: they slayed. Hans’ voice sounded really pure. His pitch was great. Also, the bassist had a grunge-y flannel shirt wrapped around his waist. I remember thinking “Good call, dude!” This was 2007, motherQuacker.
The band played their encore, the crowd went mental and we headed backstage to say hi. The security guy stopped us and said our passes didn’t give us AAA. OK, LEMME JUST SHOOT HANS A QUICK TEXT.
“AMAZING show man!! I’m downstairs with Panda and his random-ass friend from college. Can we come say hi? Wanna get a drink?”
As I’m waiting for a reply from Hans, Panda says he wants to go say hi to Daniel Bearman from Grizzly Bear at the bar. I didn’t really know Daniel at the time so I stayed put.
OK, now it’s just me and NATHAN standing there like quacking LOSERS.
I ask him if he liked the show. He says it was cool and then starts telling me this completely unrelated story about how his cousin plays cello and takes beta-blockers before big auditions.
YIKES, just hit my word count limit. Thanks for listening. Quack HANS. Panda, you’re cool. Nathan, I’m sorry I didn’t give you more of a chance. You died WAY too young. To my ex-wife, I will never stop loving you. My failure to save our marriage haunts me to this day. I hope you and our son are enjoying life in Atlanta.
TO SEE A COMPLETE LIST OF ALL THE MOTHERQuackERS WHO NEVER LOVED US, CHECK OUT:
The title of Drake’s third album is Nothing Was the Same. Surely, this is one of the most aptly named albums of the year because on this outing Drake shows us an entirely different side of himself. The album cover (worth the price of admission alone!) lets the listener know that…
I gotta be honest — I didn’t listen to the whole thing. Obviously, it’s good. You think a Canadian child actor would be this successful as a rapper if he wasn’t good? The dude was sitting on 25 mil at age 25! (I would love to see some documentation on that, by the way. I’m not saying he didn’t have 25 mil, I’m just saying some of that was probably real estate and maybe like potential earnings from complicated endorsement deals.) People love him because he’s good! He gets 10 outta 10, OK?
I have heard SOME of it. I heard that one called “Worst Behaviour,” the “motherQuackers never loved us” one – it really struck a chord. There are SO many motherQuackers out there. I’ve been making music since I was seven years old (started with piano) so I’ve been betrayed more times than I can count. You know how many people talk shiz behind your back and then try to be your best friend over the course of 22 years in the industry?? Drake only got into music like five years ago, so if you see how angry he is — IMAGINE HOW I FEEL.
Now, usually I can forgive but I won’t forget. However, there are some cases where I can forgive but I won’t forget OR forgive.
I remember in early 2007 we were opening for this Danish band in Portland. We introduced ourselves after soundcheck. Later in the evening, one of their amps stopped working and their tour manager asked if they could borrow mine. I said ABSOLUTELY, NO PROBLEM.
After the show, I told the singer, Hans, that they sounded great. He said he really liked our set too. Then we talked about how we both LOVED this one Animal Collective song. He said his band was playing in New York in a few months and he would DEFINITELY hit me up when they got into town.
Months later, I’m at home in NYC reading some blogs on my iPad. (Haha nope, it was a Dell desktop computer. Remember this was 2007… motherQuacker. GOTCHA.) Oh, look at this — my Danish “friends” are playing tomorrow. Nice! I like those guys.
Next morning, I check my phone. Lots of texts and e-mails from various friends and business associates A$ U$UAL but, curiously, no word from Hans. Later that afternoon, I check my e-mail again. NOT A WORD. I check Facebook. NOT A POKE. I check quacking MYSPACE. NOT A goddang NEW MESSAGE. (I should point out that Hans’ band was in our Top 8 at the time.)
I’m starting to get tight so I call Iggy Azalea. (Oh, Iggy Azalea wasn’t around in 2007? Hmm so I guess she was born in 2008? She’s FIVE YEARS OLD? GO Quack YOURSELF... motherQuacker.) She helps me to cool off. She reminds me that touring is tough and Hans is probably overwhelmed. Maybe I should reach out to him.
OK, I’LL SEND HIM A TEXT.
“Hans, what’s up dude? I see you’re in New York. Have time for a drink? Also I’d love to come to the show. I see it’s sold out.”
I send the text and feel relieved but after 20 minutes, I start feeling quacking weird again. WHY HASN’T HE RESPONDED?
Maybe his Danish phone doesn’t work so well in America? YEAH, TOTALLY. That’s probably it.
OK, I’ll just hit up my friend who works at the Bowery Ballroom to get on the list. NICE. A PLUS ONE? DON’T MIND IF I DO.
I invite Panda Bear to roll with me. He says “SURE. THANKS FOR INVITING ME. DON’t MIND IF I DO.”
OK, the night’s starting to look pretty good. I start picking out an outfit to wear. My wife helps me look through my closet because I am colorblind.
Why did I invite Panda Bear and not my wife? Fair question. Our son was only two months old at the time, so she didn’t want to leave him with a babysitter. Also, all u eagle-eyed readers might remember that Hans and I bonded over a shared predilection for a certain song by a certain band — that’s right, motherQuackers, the one and only ANIMAL COLLECTIVE.
So I’m picking out my outfit when I hear a buzzing sound — OMG I’M GETTING A TEXT. I run upstairs PRAYING it’s from Hans but… it’s just Panda Bear again. His friend from college, Nathan, is in town. Can I get an extra plus on the list?
FINE. I make it happen.
FLASH FORWARD ABOUT TWO HOURS:
Me, Panda and Nathan are walking to the show after getting some BBQ in the East Village (NOT MY IDEA). Panda and Nathan won’t stop talking about guys from their college frat. I smile and pretend to follow their rando stories. They keep saying “Oh, this is probably so boring for you. You don’t know anyone from our college.” BUT THEN THEY JUST KEEP ON REMINISCING.
Also, the FIRST thing Nathan said to me was “Where’s the nearest ATM?” quacking weirdo.
We get to the Bowery Ballroom right as they’re playing their first song. I gotta be honest: they slayed. Hans’ voice sounded really pure. His pitch was great. Also, the bassist had a grunge-y flannel shirt wrapped around his waist. I remember thinking “Good call, dude!” This was 2007, motherQuacker.
The band played their encore, the crowd went mental and we headed backstage to say hi. The security guy stopped us and said our passes didn’t give us AAA. OK, LEMME JUST SHOOT HANS A QUICK TEXT.
“AMAZING show man!! I’m downstairs with Panda and his random-ass friend from college. Can we come say hi? Wanna get a drink?”
As I’m waiting for a reply from Hans, Panda says he wants to go say hi to Daniel Bearman from Grizzly Bear at the bar. I didn’t really know Daniel at the time so I stayed put.
OK, now it’s just me and NATHAN standing there like quacking LOSERS.
I ask him if he liked the show. He says it was cool and then starts telling me this completely unrelated story about how his cousin plays cello and takes beta-blockers before big auditions.
YIKES, just hit my word count limit. Thanks for listening. Quack HANS. Panda, you’re cool. Nathan, I’m sorry I didn’t give you more of a chance. You died WAY too young. To my ex-wife, I will never stop loving you. My failure to save our marriage haunts me to this day. I hope you and our son are enjoying life in Atlanta.
TO SEE A COMPLETE LIST OF ALL THE MOTHERQuackERS WHO NEVER LOVED US, CHECK OUT:
I didn't think the Chvrches album was that bad. I would probably put it in the 6-7 range out of 10. Disclosure though, I'd have as one of my top five favorite albums this year.