It has been known as “The Holy Grail of Rock ‘n’ Roll” or the “Most famous album never released”. In 1966 and 1967, at the same time as The Beatles were concocting their career staple Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, The Beach Boys were constructing their own magnum opus known as SMiLE, meant as an ambitious follow up to their first masterpiece, Pet Sounds. But the project was rumored to be scrapped near the final stages due to dissension among the band about the project as well as Beach Boys front man and producer Brian Wilson dissolving due to heavy drug use and mental disorders. Many tracks meant for SMiLE including staple Beach Boys songs “Good Vibrations”, “Heroes and Villains”, and “Surf’s Up” ended up landing on subsequent albums, but the album was never released as intended. Also, several of the missing tracks on SMiLE got released in the 1993 Good Vibrations box set but not released in album format or in complete.
I hate Drake. I don’t hate Drake because he is a marginally-talented-ass-clown who can’t write lyrics and has a shitty flow. I hate Drake because he is a marginally-talented-ass-clown who can’t write lyrics, has a shitty flow AND consistently pollutes some of the better beats and potential guest spots in the game merely by his presence. Drake is the President’s Day of Holidays. Drake is the Kia Sedan of automobiles. Drake is the prescription painkillers of illicit narcotics use. In almost all situations, Drake is the milquetoast cousin of what is good and right with the world. He flows like rancid syrup, and sings like he wants to be the soundtrack for a middle-schooler’s first handy (just like the Degrassi-alumni that he will always be). As a further note, Drake refers to himself as Drizzy occasionally. Spoiler alert: This goes over about as poorly as you think it would.
Although I thought it a bit strange, I was very excited when I first heard the news that comedic actor Donald Glover would be crossing-over and launching a rap career under the name Childish Gambino. Angels in the Outfield was certainly a childhood favorite of mine, and who could possibly deny the brilliance of the hilarious buddy picture with Joe Pesci, Gone Fishin’? Sure, the Lethal Weapon series ran a about 3 movies too many, but the first one is not only a comedy/action classic, but also a template for all buddy/cop pictures following in it’s footsteps. Yes, crossing over from acting to rapping is a bit of an iffy move for a 65 year old actor, but why not? He’s black and he is total a badass. With a stage-name like Childish Gambino, I just assumed he must be playing out some sort of Peter Pan syndrome in which he is refusing to grow up, and instead, living out a childhood fantasy of becoming a rap artist. It wasn’t long after the news broke that I actually saw Childish perform at Bonnaroo, and my dreams and expectations were completely shattered. Continue reading “Childish Gambino: A Very Childish Review”→
With the explosion of the internet, it is somehow hard to believe that I don’t hear much of the good music that originates in ye ole’ England. Even some pretty big pop acts still have to be sought out, due to an absurd lack of exposure in the states. This week, I’ve decided to share a couple of acts from our cousins across the pond that are particularly striking my fancy right now. Continue reading “LxListening: All Hail the Queen”→
Once grand-pappy Stolts saw we voted James Brown: Live at the Apollo our #1 live album, he was chompin’ at the bit to give his two-cents since he was actually AT THE SHOW! He was the creepy guy lifting ladies skirts during “Sex Machine” (and every other song for that matter). So without further ado, here it is everyone, Grand-pappy Stolts’ 2nd ever, 5-word review ……..
We at LxL believe that a live performance is by far the best way to experience music, but if you can’t make it out to a show, why not try to experience it through a live album? In honor of the release of the Sigur Rós’s live double album, Inni, here are our top ten favorite live albums that best capture the non-stop energy, raw emotion, and incredible skill utilized in the most unforgettable shows.
After seeing so many artists try to utilize the “one-man-band” show by using wild amounts of looping, it can get a bit old. Back in high school when I first saw it live, it was quite captivating, but over time, it can lose its luster. Most acts aren’t even good at it really, but figure if they can leave an audience slightly dumbfounded by looping an instrument, even in the lamest of ways, they will sell tickets. Sadly, this can work. However, rarities do pop up every once in again in which looping is utilized in brilliant ways. Like when I saw Thom Yorke play “Give Up the Ghost” for the first time at Coachella a year and a half ago and nearly messed myself. Or like last Wednesday, when I saw Merrill Garbus, the leading lady of tUnE-yArDs perform at The Music Box.