Monday, July 15, 2013

Throwback Emotions

Today we're looking backwards to enjoy what's forward. I'm stuck somewhere in between the two, listening to tunes like this.

Love was a band that peaked in the 60s and 70s, brilliantly combining rock with funk, soul, folk and a healthy dose of the drugged-out psychedelic feel that the era was so well known for. While technically active right up until the mid nineties (and a brief stint in the 2000s), frontman and visionary Arthur Lee was one of the only mainstays of the group up until his death in 2006. An inspiration for countless bands to follow them, Love are cited by many as massive contributors to the psychedelic, punk and prog movements.

And today, most importantly to me right now, this song plays like a chorus on high.

-So my heart pump pump pump once more, just to feel itself

Friday, July 5, 2013

Electric Confusion

If I were to sum up my listening tastes as of late into one word, that word would be 'weird.' Ever since QOTSA released the brilliantly uncanny Like Clockwork, I've been on a listening tirade to continually befuddle and defy my brain.

As such, when I found out that an old favourite, Rose Hill Drive, had released a new record over a year ago that I was completely absent for, I was excitedly confused. There's still a healthy dose of southern, riff-heavy insanity on the album, but it gets blended with a healthy amount of spastic, cross-dressing, in-your-face, jolty, unpredictable noise. The album took a couple of listens to grow on me, but now I find myself twitching along to every screech and blurp. It has become a glorious, psychedelic trip down an auditory glory-hole.

The song below, Psychoanalyst, is one of the more tame tracks on the album, perhaps representing a moment to step-back and become soberly introspective...that or I'm overanalyzing things. That said, if you're willing to dig further down the rabbit hole, check out the full release; it's worth every penny.

-And this phantom twitch keeps on beating in my vestigial heart