man, am jamming to the new chicks on speed, which has this crazy Blectum From Blechdom 'fuck our fabulousness, we're too damn weird' vibe. "Sell Out" is like some precocious post-Naomi Klein anti-shopping mantra and "Wordy Rappinghood" is everything that I wish Northern State were (namely, in love with language, silly, brilliant and willfully girlie) and "We don't play guitars" is so anthem to my inner 15 year old. There's this weird Peaches breakdown where she's like "I play the guitar...and I love it" and sweeeels into a shreddy little solo - i love/hate it, reminds me of her let-down with Iggy on her scary bearded lady album, FF. Peaches delivery just sucks, but I think she works it. I mean, she can barely spell her name out on the track - isn't that covered in the first week of sing-speech lyric stylistics 101?
In other news, I successfully got a new tire on my bottle shredded gas beast. Being self-reliant in traditionally male ways is kinda awesome.
Speaking of which, here's a little thing about writing electronic music criticism if one were so inclined into that form of retrofuture.
this vv le tigre piece is confusing to me. How is this criticism? It seems like a blog post, especially the line about Saved By the Bell. This album is on Universal, where has LT justified the decision? Please inform me. On the DUH and JD will kick your ass tip:
"Women in rock are sometimes so preoccupied with being taken seriously that they try to excise any stereotypically girlish traits, but in Le Tigre, there's even something girlish about the dulcet alto of JD, a self-proclaimed butch dyke with a mustache."
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read some of grose's other pieces for the voice and you can see that, this, like, is TOTALLY her style. For sure.
Don't compare COs to BFB.
it is like compating the rotten aple (COS) to the delicious organic space-fruit (BFB)
and who are you to lump "women" in "rock"
-Amanada Hugankiz
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