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Oh my gawd. I've loved !!! ever since I first heard singer Nic Offer growl and slur on the song Dear Can, "Mister Presideeeeent you can suck my fucking diiiiiick, does that sound intelligent? Like I give a fuckin shiiiit!" And then goes on to make a chorus out of repeating "like I give a fuck, like I give a shit" over a hypnotic and hot dance/techno beat played by LIVE musicians.

And now they're back! Passed to me by Adam, they have a free single up over on pitchfork and a new album coming out within the next few months. This track is actually the catchiest I've yet heard the band put together (O.U.T.H.U.D. not included) and it's the first time I think I've heard Nic take a shot at really melodic, poppy vocals, and make it work, still preserving all the sinister slur that makes it his. Six months of some dump bass, funky evil disco. Dropping in "Real Love" in such a creepy context is fucking fabulous. This is a track for kickin' it in your car. Direct download of mp3 is over here.

Lots of bands talk that smack "we want to make music people can dance to," but when !!! gets it right, you can't help but fucking freak out.

A day in the life of Jasamine White-Gluz, fashionable, attractive, Montreal singer-songwriter:

Yawn!
Omigod, it's 11am already? Time to go to work I guess. Nah, my desk is on the other side of the loft. Too far away. The magazine will just have to wait another week for that Coheed and Cambria review. I'll just write another song on my acoustic. What should it be about... um... boys. Yeah that's good. Boys are fun.

*Ring Ring Ring*

Hello?

Jasamine, it's your sister, Alissa. This singer-songwriter coffee house thing is just not going to work. If you are totally going to Be Big you need to get an electric guitar, three more handsome people, and make a real band.

Can I keep writing about boys?

Yes yes yes. In fact, that's probably the best thing. I'll take pictures of you in your underwear for the CD cover and we'll call it something bad and flirty so all the boys get bent out of shape. So bent out of shape that they won't even notice that the songs are like PJ Harvey's band on quaaludes fronted by that girl from The Cranes after a night of dirty sex. Even the name-dropping asshole music writers will be fooled.

Something bad and flirty? I know I know I know!

Don't say...

BAD!

Oh no..

FLIRT!! Omigod! *takka takka takka* The domain name is available. See see see bad flirt dot com. It's perfect.

*Sigh* Ok. Well I must admit it does scream "slutty". People like that.

Weee

I'll be at the loft in 2 hours with the models.

"Spirit"
Bauhaus
The Sky's Gone Out
1982 | Beggar's Banquet
Wikipedia Entry

Cross posted from a mog.com entry I made a while ago. Yes I have taken to writing just about anything these days:

“Spirit” is without a doubt the song that hooked me into Bauhaus I mean, the belt automatically fires in perfect synchro? These guys can’t be serious. The Sky’s Gone Out as an album also stylistically treads that fine line between perfect intent and the inanely silly, but does so with so much confidence and bombast it’s impossible to ignore.

“Spirit” is the big puffed-up theatrical centerpiece of that fine album – it prances around on harpsichord, and fades out to the repeated maddening yell “WE LOVE OUR AUDIENCE !” and D. Ash ripping the strings off. It’s the moment that makes me regret getting into them [over 20] years too late.

No, I'm not a goth. All other reasonable questions will be answered.

Bright Eyes
"When the President Talks to God"
(c) 2005 Saddle Creek
Free song download on iTunes
Free video stream on iFilm

This is a very simple ditty that came too late after the 2004 election (what I like to casually refer to as The Great Disaster). Conor Oberst, a.k.a. Bright Eyes, attempted to become the torch-bearer for the MoveOn.org generation with I'm Wide Awake it's Morning, but unfortunately even his most acclaimed album to date couldn't buoy a dead-in-the-water candidate or spark the public interest of the dead-brained titty bar patronizing masses.

"President" is further proof that Conor aimed for the right demographic lyrically, but missed his mark musically. It also does nothing to hide his vitirol. Critics and music lovers may appreciate the dusty chair saloon sound draped over Morning and this song, but that ever fickle 18-24 youth vote passed over it and cast their vote with the Ignorance Is Bliss party line while booty-grinding their way to the Apocalypse with Usher's "Yeah!" blaring in the PA.