As a recent Kickstarter success story, the lads and one lady of Fire Iron Frenzy have shattered records and fan expectations with an unprecedented flood of fundraising from enthusiasts hungry for a comeback.
Let’s be honest here: all any of us really wants is a band with a short skirt and a long jacket. Or, at least, a band who will sing about these clothing items, because we’ve long been led to believe that such a combo is dead sexy.
With this year being the 20-year anniversary of Kurt Cobain’s suicide, a renewed interest in all things Sub Pop records has seemed all but inevitable. Lucky for modern Sub-Poppers Blitzen Trapper, who, in just a shade over a decade as a performing outfit, have found themselves sharing more than just a record label in common with Nirvana and its legendary ilk.
Now this is perfectly adorable: an entire multi-day, multi-event festival centered around the simple beauty of a puckering tulip. Our uber-religious West Michigan Dutch ancestors may have the same reputation for partying hardy as Principal Rooney, but don’t let those visions of stuffy, starched Puritan-wear fool you – the Dutch are, in fact, rather good at creating celebrations around almost anything, particularly plants.
We don't think the world really ever have enough eccentric, folksy mellow dudes. Kenneth Pattengale and Joey Ryan, better known as the indie guitar duo Milk Carton Kids, were astute enough to perceive of the never-ending demand for a gentle guitar lick over an introspective lyric.
While we haven’t seen or heard too much from the great late ‘90s/early millennial rapper Cam’ron, please rest assured, dear fan of the streets, that everything continues to go swimmingly for the multi-media mogul rhyme master dude bro. (Honestly, is there any hat these badass dudes like Mr. C here don’t wear? Caterer? Florist?)
Gotta love it when a classically trained musical prodigy shucks tradition to become a totally badass DJ. OK, well, Will Wiesenfeld, known to the glow stick crowd as Baths, is perhaps the only example I can come up with to demonstrate such a phenomenon, but hopefully other electronically minded folks will follow his stunning example.
You know what grandma always used to say: “Never trust a Canadian in Japanese clothing.” Or wait, was it “always trust them…. To rock your friggin' little socks off”? It was probably the latter, especially if granny made a regular habit of grooving to Tokyo Police Club instead of Lawrence Welk.
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