have i mentioned lately how much i suck? i suck a lot. like, enough that you could probably say i suck balls. huge ones. i could probably suck start a harley.
i could suck a golf ball through a garden hose, private snowball.
no. i can't.
shawty got a good jaw, but it work too much.
i talk too much, in other words. but the words are useless when i'm continually failing at what i'm supposed to be doing. i am the worst dead-beat type father. i forgot your birthdays. for the last 4 years. and when i did remember, i sent you a cheque for $6 and told you not to blow it all on candy, despite the fact you're now 19.
forgive me?
after the jump, more things that i've neglected to do over the last couple of months because i am a horrible human. and forgetful. and busy with fucking bettering myself at school. fuck.
-- xoxoffh
failure numero seis (?)
miike snow happy to you
this is a recent fail. i said i'd be back and i'd review it and i am holding myself accountable. so... accountable.
truth be told, i'm still suffering through this album. suffering may not be the best word here... slogging? working my way through it? either way, it's taking me a fucking age to get through it. i get to 'black tin box' and just like a robot being deactivated i shut down. the songs blur together and i'm like, "oh... i listened to the whole album again? shit. i should be taking notes."
but i never do, because i pay thousands of dollars for an education that i should focus on harder than i do, so i get distracted by that, and then i had to finish playing lego harry potter years 5-7... and you get the picture. i have pretty much everything else to do than listen to this album in its entirety. and i sat through the twilight breaking dawn soundtrack, so you have to understand just how not into this thing i am.
there are some really, really fucking awesome songs. but they're pretty familiar sounding. is this how i view miike snow? that characteristic sound? will i never allow him to grow as an artist, the way people never really allowed peter, bjorn and john to? will miike snow have to pump out shit that sounds like silvia and animal forever?
if i had a say in this, my answer would be an emphatic yes.
the stuff on happy to you that sounds like miike snow makes me happy. the stuff that's new and adventurous is... lacklustre. not good. sad face.
i'm just having difficulty making sense of it in my mind.
it's just weak. there's no other way to describe it. it's weak. it starts off weak, and though there are bright stars on a black night, there isn't enough of them to carry the full album.
i'll just keep playing miike snow on repeat until my heart stops breaking over happy to you.
on quick listen:
- the wave
- devil's work
- bavarian # 1
- pretender
- paddling out
failure number seite
fun. some nights
this was never a fail, but i'm lumping it in with the others under the broad title of 'house keeping'. i figured this review would go over well enough that i could pass it off as a failure anyhow.
i digress.
ohhh fun. how you will make every 'summer vacay oh-12' playlist this year. how you will continually be on the radio. how warm and fuzzy you make me feel inside.
it was a bleak december evening when i first heard the single 'we are young'. i remember it as if it was yesterday (and with the way things happen in my life this is a weird but totally legit thing to happen). i was at my friends pre-christmas party with the worst toothache i had ever had-- it was an infected root. i was hopped up on t3s and antibiotics. my (gay) friend was off talking to people, horrifying them by saying the dreaded 'n' word in rapid succession after having drank a whole bottle of champagne to himself. i was trying not to be sick from the pain. and then fun. came on the shaw music channel, and everyone was like 'what is this shit?'
i was shazam-ing it. and then i downloaded it. and then i listened to it in the car on the way home.
i listened to it all the next day. i downloaded the whole album (yeesh, if you have problem gtfo) and after some false starts (re: term paper frustrations) i listened to the whole thing and fell even more in love with fun.
it starts off strong. the title track 'some nights' makes me happy. i think it's about a one night stand? i don't even care. it's PERFECT. kinda like that gotye song, ya know? it's so... plain. but it's going to be a personal grammy winner in my mind.
there isn't a song on this album that i don't want to listen to, that i fast forward past. even the songs that don't start pleasingly, i still like them once you get past the intros. how many albums can you say this about? probably pretty few, would be my guess.
this, much like the black keys' el camino carries the energy through the whole thing. it never stops, never slows. and it's amazing. it just doesn't quit.
get the whole album and fall in love. i bet you five whole dollars that at least one of fun.'s songs ends up on your 'roadtripppin' playlist this year when you head to the beach. i bet you fucking real monopoly money.
on quick listen:
- some nights
- we are young
- carry on
- why am i the one
- all alone
- all right
but seriously, bitches, get the album. this is a top contender for top 10. and this year, i already have 10 albums, so it's gonna be some tough competition goin on hurr.
failure numero ocho
danny brown - xxx
i feel like i've done this already? maybe i attempted it, but completely forgot about it. sounds like something i would do. anyhow, xxx.
you know that feeling you get when you know something is about to happen? this is how i feel about danny brown-- i feel like the game is about to change, again.
remember the first time you smoked kush (if you don't like it, gtfo) to dre's chronic album? remember the first time you 'wound it for him' to an usher song, ladies? the first time i heard danny brown was like meeing john lennon and fucking pharell. indescribable. you figured out who was the walrus while hearing future sounds and never really dying.
"sniffing adderall from the counter in my kitchen."
and it's not like he's doing anything truly different than everyone else. his beats are pretty sick and individual. his rhymes are witty, but he's not delivering like busta or yela. he's not spitting a billion miles an hour.
he's saying whatever. there's no discernable storyline, just danny sayin whatever the fuck he wants. and this is perfectly okay with me. he can continue to do this.
it's certainly not for everyone-- censors and those who are senstive to drug matters (but seriously, stop being such a sandy vagina about it, people) will be unhappy about this album. danny's not spitting about fucking bitches and getting money. he's talking about drugs and not sleeping and being a human. i can't imagine this being a polished, radio-ready album. this sounds too much like what danny would want to release. you couldn't play this on the radio and not get calls about how controversial it is, no matter where you live. i mean, if i played it in my hometown, people would be burning crosses on my front lawn (i'm continually shocked they don't in the first place, but that's a story for another time, another blog).
download the whole album and give it a listen. i try not to lead anyone astray, and if you haven't noticed i'm not writing for a corporation, a zine (how i wish). i'm buying the albums myself, and i'm only reviewing the albums i want to listen to in the first place.
on quick listen:
- xxx
- die like a rockstar
- lie4
- monopoly
- blunt after blunt
- adderall admiral
- party all the time
- 30
but SERIOUSLY support the change-- buy xxx and be ahead of the sheep crowd. definitely a contender for a spot in my top 10.
house keeping + odds & sods pt 3
A long-time music lover who likes to share her genre-and-era-jumping playlists with the internet at large, even though only she reads them in the end.