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Aesop Rock makes backpackers across the continent salivate. He is the embodiment of “lyricism,” spitting out line after abstract line in ideal multi-syllabic, rapid-fire fashion. He makes his own beats, off-kilter pastiches of lo-fi drums and weird bass noises. Devoid of charisma, he is a bastion of grim determination and pure skills. And best of all, he is Underground—known only to the backpacking elite, his primary means of publicity for several years was the internet. Now on New York City’s Def Jux label?...
Adding insult to injury, sound levels were badly regulated—Hammond organ, an essential Wilco ingredient, was almost inaudible; the bass guitar was muddled and overpowering, and, more generally, instrumental separation was poor. Bennet’s replacement, Leroy Bach, seemed overly conservative in his supplemental instrumentation and Tweedy lacked his characteristic attack on the guitar. All of these things notwithstanding, renderings of “A Shot in the Arm” and “She’s a Jar” were surprisingly good (though, again, organ layers were uncharacteristically weak) and new drummer Glen...
Everyone already knew that Queen Elizabeth loves “Big Mouth Billy Bass,” but it was only recently revealed that she bathes with a rubber ducky—wearing a crown. This news has been available to the public since last Thursday...
Lozenge, whose eclectic instrumentation consisted of an accordion/synthesizer, bass, drums, and junk percussion, lacked the visual flash of My Name is Rar Rar, but more than made up for it with sonic violence. Enduring taunts of “Vicks” and “Fisherman’s Friend” from the crowd, Lozenge played with unbridled enthusiasm, literally bringing down the house when the band leader stood on the table in front of the stage, and pulled down several sections of the posterboard ceiling. It was a fitting mark to leave; if the place hadn?...
...This It and then finally seeing them in flesh, it is clear that the Strokes are a live outfit. Their studio-recorded songs attempt to recreate the immediacy and anguish of Julian Casablancas’ vocals, the tight guitar riffs of Albert Hammond Jr. and Nick Valensi, the bouncy bass of Nikolai Fraiture and the aggressive drumming of Fabrizio Moretti. Even the band members’ names have a novel quality and are strangely fatalistic, as if they had already been written into the canon of rockstardom. Once on stage, they wasted no time opening with...