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Anonymous asked: fav 90s albums?

here are 10 (not “top 10”)

cat power “dear sir”
jawbreaker “24 hour revenge therapy”
sleater-kinney “dig me out”
fiona apple “when the pawn .. ”
that dog “retreat from the sun”
exile in guyville
bedhead “whatfunlifewas”
digable planets “blowout comb”
codeine “frigid stars”
loveless

** Pop Sketch

When I talk to artists making the transition from underground roots to more visible footing or a more populist sound, I like to ask them about the evolution of their relationship to mainstream culture. This is because I have only really had any kind of personal relationship to mainstream culture in maybe the last four years of my life, when I started to reintroduce myself to the idea of listening to music that is on the radio for purposes other than forcing myself out of bed in the morning. In the grand scheme of things, I choose to listen to a very small percentage of mainstream radio pop, but last weekend it was super present: I saw Lorde on Friday at a 9,000-capacity venue in Philadelphia, and Skrillex on Saturday at MoMA PS1. They are both massive fixtures in celebrity culture whose audiences, in different ways, use their fandom as a badge of widely accepted “weirdness”—Lorde’s black lipstick-clad convention of primarily teen girls shouting back that Broken Social Scene reference, Skrillex’s “freak” fans flailing Alien-emoji posters while starting “circle pits” around the beat drop. So that I remember, I want to write down that the former show left me feeling optimistic for the future of music culture—Lorde is a good role model—while the second left me feeling a strange combination of thrill and cynicism. I am not sure exactly which feeling I prefer.

Anonymous asked: Favourite Movies? Books? Albums? Comic books or poster art etc? :p Love your tumblr and would love some recommendations from someone who clearly has good taste.

Hello bot here are some recs. Frances Ha is my favorite movie of the past couple years. The collection of William Blake poems organized by Patti Smith is the book I usually take everywhere with me, but on a recent bus trip I began re-reading “Life Stories”, a collection of classic New Yorker profiles I got in college. I am not so well versed in comic books, but Liz Prince’s new book is probably amazing, I can’t wait to see it. For the past few years I’ve had a large format newsprint collage poster designed by Shawn Reed from Night People hanging in my room and I stare at it everyday


The amount of people whining and complaining about the sudden change in aesthetic pleased me. We deliberately put this song out first to destroy some of the expectations on what kind of band we are. We belong to no one.

I think both Iceage and Total Control are too confident in what we’re doing to be affected by cruel tongues. I never particularly cared for the acceptance of the punk scene, nor from the commercial indie world. We don’t belong in either.

(Source: Vice Magazine)

Society has put up so many boundaries, so many limitations on what’s right and wrong that it’s almost impossible to get a pure thought out. It’s like a little kid, a little boy, looking at colors, and no one told him what colors are good, before somebody tells you you shouldn’t like pink because that’s for girls, or you’d instantly become a gay two-year-old. Why would anyone pick blue over pink? Pink is obviously a better color. Everyone’s born confident, and everything’s taken away from you.

(Source: thefader.com, via planetjulie420)

Whether or not you accept Merchandise’s makeover, one thing is indisputable: This album sounds fucking fantastic. And remarkably, just like Merchandise’s previous releases, it’s a home recording. (Most of the band live together in the same house, Monkees-style.) But if much of After the End was laid down in Cox’s bedroom, it sounds like the band are performing a concert on the roof, absorbing the twinkle of the stars, the hum of crickets, the vapor trails of planes flying overhead, and the endless expanse of the sky above. The shimmering acoustic guitars sound like they have dew collecting on the strings; the smooth synth textures reflect the warm nocturnal glow of the city at night.

(Source: pitchfork.com)