NYC

Fletcher C. Johnson’s new single ‘Messin’ with My Mind’

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Since his last EP, filled with holiday-themed cake throwing and wailing guitar solos from behind the driver’s seat, it’s been two whole years since Brooklyn based psych-folkster Fletcher C. Johnson‘s had a release.

Thankfully, the psycho-scorched jangle of ‘Messin’ with My Mind’ has just been released to 7", crafted especially for all your messy road trip fantasies. The pleasantly twangy guitars are ready-made for sun worshipping, while Johnson’s vocals fill a nice space between the folksiness of Fleet Foxes’ Robin Pecknold and the brassy energy of Primus’ Les Claypool.

No matter what kind of dust you’ve got kicking around in your head, you’ll always find something new to put in it with Fletcher C. Johnson. – Mike Levine (@Goldnuggets)

NYC

A staple of the Brooklyn Psych Rock scene: My Best Fiend

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Brooklyn rave rockers My Best Fiend have been around since 2005, and their persistence got recently rewarded with a record deal with UK forward looking label Warp. In their Warp debut "Ghostlike Fading" the band puts an almost spiritual twist on a sound that introduces itself quietly, only to erupt into a full-on psyched-out jam. The single "Cracking Eggs" starts out with gently strummed acoustic guitar and stark, spacious piano chords, while emotive vocals sing about "the crack in the egg that provides relief." It’s not long before full band pomp and stomp fills the sonic spectrum as harsh textures lift the listener into the clouds. Another favorite song, "Higher Palms" (streaming below) turns to an electric piano for keyboard figures, as full instrumentation is then added in, creating a high western plains feel. Vocals are layered and embedded in hallways of reverb, enhanced by synthesized textures extending the tones. Guitars join in from multiple angles, merging with the rising sonic tide without obscuring the defined rhythm. – Dave Cromwell

NYC

Rootsy-pop from NYC: The Devyl Nellys

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It’s quite rare to find an artist who gives us a Christmas song on a record released during the warmer time of the year. But with The Devyl Nellys‘ latest release, you get ‘Hot Santa‘ along with plenty of other tracks.

All this from a band clearly rooted in Country Americana, but whose ambitions are far flung. The New York group’s debut full-length ‘Charm Land’ moves from James Bond-style riffing in the mysterious ‘Attracted,’ to a doo-wop chorus in radio-ready ‘Hush.’ Singer Nelly Levon handles most vocal duties, but guitarist James Mastro’s voice shines in the lush ‘Airport’.

For the Devyl Nellys, diversity is their strength. ‘Charm Land’ is a full-bodied debut to suit most tastes, and just might work equally well in any season. Stream the record here and see them when they play Gizzi’s Cafe on Jun 20. – Mike Levine (@Goldnuggets)

Philadelphia

Free Download: “Necklace” – The Suicide Magnets

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There’s something rather unsettling (in a good way) about the songs of Wendy Hyatt. And the moniker The Suicide Magnets (by which she performs and releases music under) certainly doesn’t ease those feelings. But it’s that unhinged quality found in her eerie, washed-out vocals and powerful lyrics matched with Nirvana-esque minor guitar progressions in “Necklace” that hint at the possibility of a meltdown to occur at any moment – something that Fiona Apple and Lion and the Cobra-era Sinead O’Connor fans know all too well. You can download the track that we mentioned for free below as well as more of her shadowy, introspective tunes HERE. Enjoy (if you can feel that emotion…ha)!

San Francisco

Album Review: Grass Widow’s ‘Internal Logic’

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There’s two ways to look at space travel, one resting in reality, the other in romantic fantasy. The act of shooting into space is laborious, requires a lot of heavy machinery and is god awfully expensive. Yet metaphorically, it isn’t all that hard to spend a few hours within the cosmos. San Francisco’s own Hannah Lew, Lillian Maring and Raven Mahon of Grass Widow explore this dichotomy on their third full length, Internal Logic, the first on their own imprint HLR. Easily sloughed into the post-punk genre for its characteristically angular guitar and bass lines, the girls play both rigid and dulcet in the interstellar realm they craft.

The opener "Goldilocks Zone" wafts into existence with eerie space age warbling reminiscent of the Forbidden Planet soundtrack, pointedly alerting the listener (along with the lunar cover art) of the record’s theme. The driving guitar, propulsive drumming, and multifarious vocals reveal themselves, and we hear the Grass Widow we know and love. This track is one of the best on the album in showcasing the abilities of the trio; toward the conclusion of the song, a massive wall of guitar is built and adeptly switched on and off.

Grass Widow is a band that speaks to the unique ebullience of San Francisco–all at once jangly and simple, grimy and larger than life, but always charming. "Hang Around" evokes the straight-up indie rock of another famed trio (plus one), Wild Flag. Galactic ennui is developed on "Under the Atmosphere," noticeably slower in tempo, lending a dreamy air. The lyrics and delivery are not simply carefree on this one. "Gone are the days of melting in the sun" affirms that the girls are in fact recovering vampires (joke) and that darkness is a part of syrupy melody. Heights are further reached with a nod to gospel-like vocal elevation. "Disappearing Industries" may be a critique on the lack of innovation in our bleeding Internet age, but I didn’t notice what with its inquisitive guitar work and overall bop-ability. Also note the track entitled "Spock on MUNI," which might be the best image I’ve thought about in a while.

Its shtick revolves around effortlessness–a triad of ethereal vocals blended and laid atop the anchoring cacophony of guitar, bass and drums all diverging and coming back together. The voices of Hannah, Lillian and Raven are effectively one voice overlapping, punctuating and "la la la"ing through nine tracks that when listened to in succession, unfortunately begin to muddle. Even though there are eleven total songs, the gorgeous Spanish guitar-filled "A Light in the Static" and the morose piano plunking of "Response to Photographs," in my mind, don’t fit. I’m unsure what purpose the two instrumental, antiquated attempts fulfill. Perhaps they are intended as interludes or escape from the general palette of overstimulation and sameness found on the other tracks, aligning with the desire to be upon any other world than this one.

Catch Grass Widow at its record release party on Friday, July 20 at Rickshaw Stop with American Splits, Wax Idols, and The Worlds Longest Guitar Solo With Breaks.

–Julianne Wagner

NYC

Santigold debuts video for “The Keepers”

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Here is the new video from the world’s raddest raga-soul-pop lady Santigold – for the song "The Keepers." She just wrapped up her Spring US tour in support of Master of My Make-Believe, and she will be appearing at festivals internationally throughout the summer including Lollapalooza, Reading and Leeds.

Portland

White Fang Come In Peace.

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To any stoner reading this: White Fang‘s “High Expectations” is surely one of the sweetest sonic treats around. Despite drifting towards the colder vibes (deep vocals/fuzz/delay) of the post-punk era, it is a most inviting record, which precisely due to the band’s exploration of the post-punk sound, is so repetitive and catchy that from the very first listen, you feel like you already know every track. Careless and casual like a friendly jam session, each of the eight songs opens with a string solo, introducing the loop upon which it will be built before it kicks in/ virtually printing it onto your brain. So to everyone else, for the exact same reasons, it is I guess that song you want to get out of your head but won’t manage to, expanded to the length of an album; a lovely album sure, in its own magnetic way, but you were warned. The cover art should have had you warned; their Facebook page, too: these guys know their target demographic; ask their manager.

PS: Little round of applause for the very close runner-ups in the last ‘Artist of the Month’ poll. And guys, sorry about the choice of picture, it was too funny not to be spread.- Tracy Mamoun

NYC

Special Explosion Taking Part In Seattle Center’s Upcoming Outdoor Concert

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Special Explosion are on the bill for The Next Fifty Plays the First Fifty, an exciting event hosted at the Seattle Center to bring the community together to watch up and coming local bands. Appearing alongside acts like Fly Moon Royalty, Candysound, and Brothers From Another, the performers will be playing original material as well as covers written by some of Seattle’s most enduring musicians.

This young five piece will be a highlight, no questions about it. They self-released their debut EP this past February; the four songs included on the album depict a band electrified with creativity and enthusiasm. Lead track "Lifeguard" builds up its impact with the guitar line and drum beat locking in perfectly – from there, the vocals connect in passionate, soaring fashion. The six minute song flows seamlessly from moment to moment, thereby transcending its patchwork of parts to become a unified whole.

Special Explosion’s take on punk-infused indie rock is novel as it is optimistic: a perpetual positivity exudes from their material, in no small part thanks to their excellent guitar riffage."Two Mile Time Trial" is another six minute tune that decides to take an atmospheric turn two minutes in, showing the band’s ability to slow down and not lose the attention of listeners. Their judicious use of singing – when to let the vocals shine versus letting the instruments do the talking – lends it more thoughtfulness and force than words excessively thrown about.

Hosted at The Mural Amphitheater at Seattle Center, the show is this Saturday, July 7th from 2:00-8:00pm. Best of all, it is free! Eights bands in all are on the bill. For more information on the event, visit EMP Museum’s website. Give Special Explosion’s bandcamp a visit to stream their whole EP right here. 

– Cameron LaFlam

NYC

Los Encantados play CBGB fest at The Delancey on 07.06

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Los Encantados most likely write their music by forcefully giving each other high fives until the music spontaneously happens. This is just an uninformed guess of course, but with the band’s name loosely translating to ‘The Enchanted,’ it wouldn’t surprise me. The septet deals with the same chapters in life shared by most of us, city dwellers. Only when they do it… it’s actually uplifting!

Their latest EP ‘Same Damned Soul,’ opens with a barnburning athem to lost loves (‘Ghost’), and continues at this speed ’til you arrive at the beach in time for the party with closer ‘Maritime.’ This is quite a bit of fun to be sure, but nowhere near as good a time as seeing the six-piece live. So check them out on July 6th when they play the CBGB fest at The Delancey. – Mike Levine (@Goldnuggets) – Los Encantados submitted their music for review here.

NYC

Interview with Ugly Purple Sweater: DC Deli’s Artist of the Month (June)

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DC’s indie folk rockers Ugly Purple Sweater lead the poll last month and clearly took the cake as Band of the Month. If you haven’t yet, check out their truly excellent album Conventions (now available here) and you’ll hear why the fans pushed for that UPS domination. We got a hold of Sam McCormally (vocals/guitar/keys) who spoke on behalf of the bunch including Rachel Lord (banjo/keys/guitar/vocals,) Will McKindley-Ward (guitar/vocals,) Mike Tasevoli (drums,) and Rishi Chakrabarty (bass.) Here he tells us about goodwill sweaters, growing up in the "CD Era", and scoring films. Now onto the interview...

Philadelphia

The Deli Philly’s July Album of the Month: Awful Feelings – Ghost Light

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Introspection has been kind to Ghost Light’s Barrett Lindgren, but there comes a point when solitude loses its appeal and the need for companionship prevails. After a winter spent ruminating, he has let the whole world into his cramped West Philly bedroom by sharing the glacial, hermetic sounds found on his latest EP Awful Feelings, which was released via Single Girl Married Girl Records on Valentine’s Day.
 
Lindgren couches mournful accusations in a lush backdrop of glockenspiel, banjo and chimes. He’s blunt as never before, serving up songs that deal as much with battling self-pity as with heartbreak. The house where Lindgren wrote the songs has a heavy presence on the album, and not merely in the echoes or the way his almost stentorian voice sounds like he’s calling to you from the top of the stairs. Domesticity reigns on Awful Feelings; beds, windows, chairs – all come into play, as if he’s trying to reclaim them from someone’s memory and build a life anew.
 
The EP starts with “You Already Know,” a stalwart of Ghost Light’s previous material. The song’s distinctive beginning, with that garbled synth seesawing back and forth, is now jolted into fullness by handclaps and Jarret Nathan’s militant drums. The repetition of the title sinks reproachfully into the chopping, slashing beat. In “Strangers,” the wintry gallop and twinkle of bells is at odds with a dark, wistful melody, and what are bound to be a lot of people’s favorite lyrics: “Although I barely know you, I think it’s safe to say, that we’re better off as strangers… and even though you are a rich kid, with the poorest excuses for problems, I really thought you needed me to solve them.” It’s clear: Lindgren’s over being someone’s fall guy. But it’s easier said than done to forego past comforts: occasional, arresting moments of vulnerability break through on the EP. “Can’t you tell me where the problem’s at?” Lindgren later pleads, even after he’s determined to stop taking on the burdens of others. “There are times when I still wait for you to call.” On the next track, “Leave It Alone” has a downtrodden country feel and even more somber lyrics. “And I was already dead when you found me,” he tells the subject. “I’m bitter, and you know it. I want to rest today.” This song has some of his harshest barbs yet. “So you ran back to New York, to lick wounds and write songs, to get it all wrong. You found a place in your parents’ apartment to sing back to your teenage years, ignore all your fears.” He’s done suffering for those who would rather rest on their privilege than deal with their problems. The album’s closer “Your Caves” begins with a lonesome guitar figure, and becomes a testament to past hurts and present desires. Lindgren longs for a relationship where he’s safe to project his own ideas free of disillusionment: “You are an empty home, where I want to live alone. I don’t need bother. There is a tight, taut string, and I’m recoiling in fear of everything… Where did you hide the light? Where is your bed tonight?”
 
Awful Feelings carries off a nimble balancing act between the Ghost Light of the past and Lindgren’s possible future directions. It feels transient, but not confused. “I don’t want to make mistakes just to stay in control,” Lindgren sings in his final lament, and watching him and his new full band (consisting of Nathan, Alex DeFeo, Josh Beaver, and Bill Rooney) expand on this newfound maturity while grappling the old fears and wounds is a promising thought. – Alyssa Greenberg