Eclectic Method - A Brief History of Sampling
The JB’s are yer sonic DNA. They goes on and on and on.. just like Genghis Kahn.
The guys of the National killed it in SSV at the Grammys
We’ve been outfitting these fellas for years now. They’ve put us in their videos, worn us on world tours, and now we’re proud to join them on the Grammys red carpet!
1This Friday, I submit an outstanding playlist of Kinks’ covers that includes The Black Keys’ “Act Nice and Gentle” with me. This mix from Spokane’s Sonic Trash Radio illustrates why Ray Davies’ work transcends the pop format and will live on as long as songs are sung. Also includes The Raincoats’ subversive, proto-riot grrl cover of “Lola”.
One track that is a cover but actually pre-dates the release of the Kinks’ version is Marion’s “I Go To Sleep”, included here as a German television clip. Davies’ demo was included on a deluxe re-issue of Kinda Kinks, after the song had been interpreted by everyone from Cher to Sia to Soulwax to the Pretenders. The song has a calming, meditative quality that is disrupted by the melancholic outburst in the bridge; it’s been a great solace the last few months.
“They say we die twice. Once when the breath leaves our body, and once when the last person we know says our name.” — Val.
Twas a few days before Christmas… and DJ Harvey paid a midnight visit to KCRW. He left a gift more appropriate for New Years Eve…
(NB: expand to fullscreen for the full experience.)
I haven’t been excited about a Killers Christmas single since “A Great Big Sled”, but when I heard 2013’s “Christmas In L.A.” on ❄indie under the christmas tree❄ by gypseeh, I knew Brandon and the boys were back on track (with a little help from Dawes). Even better is the video featuring a mostly-animated Owen Wilson. ”Sled” was all about 21st-century nostalgia for wintery fun and the cultural hegemony of the Christian holiday. ”In LA” lacks the morality of their earlier work, replacing it with… nothing. LA becomes a metaphor for isolation and ennui. ”Empty beach cafes”; a tank-top, flip-flop wearing derelict; and a uncommunicative Harry Dean Stanton are all Hollywood (and therefore unreliable) stand-ins for the family hearth, Santa Claus, and the three wise men.
I can’t say I agree with the message, but I can understand the sentiment. And it just might be the last decent Christmas song they write, a worthy bookend to “Sled”.