to my national embarrassment, it was my american friends who first pointed me toward angine de poitrine's vol.1. after hitting play, all i could say was, "ça, c'est le vrai québec." and it is true. vol. 1 (the band's music in general, really) is so spiritually québec that i fear the rest of the world is missing something essential when receiving their work. eccentric and bizarre, dramatic and incomprehensible, steadfastly committed to an esoteric ... read more
pop excellence, as always. whenever i feel jaded about the genre, she reminds me how good it can really be.
in case anyone has somehow missed, since 1991, what sleep is about, they have helpfully named one of the sciences' tracks "giza butler." for emphasis, they refer to a marijuanaut approaching plannet iommia in the iommosphere, then the sabbath day and the iommic pentecost. it would be easier to begrudge them their heavy-handed corniness (and hand-to-heart sabbath worship) if the music weren't this good. after 15 years of percolation, sleep circled back to remind us that, ... read more
the album’s context makes its content more interesting to me. an appeal to unity and kindness is not a wholly original mandate, and yet — in this moment, it still feels important. rostam's vantage point adds further nuance. uncut says it lacks bite; that's the point. dalai lama-friendly protest music for a persian man's life in trump's america, the whole thing filtered through lomochrome '92. it's that kind of buoyant. the M-E influence adds ... read more
deliciously strange. every track feels like a spectacle in its own right. the sum is chaotic, overbrimming with movement and sound. bootsy's music is generally dense. there is no way around it. he strikes a balance between fabulous musicianship and unpretentious goofiness. bootsy? player of the year? sees him double down on both aspects with a heavier musical style and even more absurd references. hollywood squares, in particular, is a wild trip and one of my favourite funk songs.