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For the impatient out there, here’s a single sentence summation of Paralytic Stalks, of Montreal’s latest sonic think piece: The sound of Kevin Barnes, frequent musician and perpetual thespian, traveling so far up his own ass that he has finally emerged out the other end and into the brilliant light of day.
Bitching about the current state of the music industry has been cool ever since punk-rock broke through in the mid-1970s, probably even before then, but it hit the mainstream with CBGB's and the Ramones. I even used to be one of those people, and I guess I still am a little, but when really looking at it, the music industry is almost in better shape now than it has been in the last ten years.
I owe the powers that be a great big thank you for my broken iPod screen. Normally, this would be the bane of my existence, forcing me to turn on the clicker so that I can discern where I am in my list of artists. But lately it has been better at figuring out the perfect tunes for whatever mood I might be in than I am.
This Sunday, the 54th Grammys will air on CBS at 7 p.m., recognizing some of the best artists, producers, songwriters and sound engineers in the business. This year's awards, as usual, feature a group of truly stellar nominees. Here are my predictions for the four most prestigious categories and for a few others that are watch-worthy based on their mass appeal and strong set of nominees.
It seems as though our Wisconsin winter has finally caught up to us and our unusually warm days may be in the past. But why should that stop us from bundling up to enjoy some free, beat-rocking concerts at Memorial Union and Union South?
I occasionally have those introspective moments in which I suddenly realize that I am not as smart or as normal as I like to think I am.
There has been a recent uptick in the number of foreign bands I listen to. Not because I'm anti-American music-I've got plenty of that too-but because I've found or been introduced to some amazing foreign musicians that I think deserve a little love.
The Daily Cardinal got the chance to speak with Zumbi and AmpLive of Zion I prior to their show at The Majestic on Saturday, Feb. 4.
I imagine being a hipster requires the most purposeful effortlessness imaginable. A little swoosh of the bangs here (hold on, let me grab my hairspray and bobby pins, aaand perfect), a little toss of the scarf there (ooo but, that's not right, it should be tucked in righhht thhhere) and a soft, old beanie sitting just right (but not too right, because that would look like I put it there on purpose, and I didn't!)
Kids are weird. They look relatively normal and adorable until they suddenly decide to be Simba and bite everyone they see. You never know what to expect.
Cardiff-born and Wales-formed Los Campesinos! (colloquially and locally) are just as kinetic and wordy as the frantic age they were born into-no one embodies the hustle and bustle of the 21st century quite like them. Fronting their pop-assault is wordsmith Gareth Campesinos!, a tongue-in-cheek troubadour who hopes for a smoother performance on this weekend's visit to Madison.
Way back in the 1990s, in indie rock days of yore, few bands commanded as much reverence and devotion as Guided By Voices. Hailing from Dayton, Ohio, GBV were less a band than a collective, purveyors and devotees to a genre of indie rock called lo-fi: Songs were recorded cheaply-no studio gloss of which to speak-and with a "do it and move on" attitude. Tape fuzz was omnipresent.
This upcoming Tuesday morning one can expect to hear big things from such films as the black-and-white, early-Hollywood homage film "The Artist," the George Clooney drama "The Descendants," and the Martin Scorsese-directed "Hugo."
1. Bon Iver's self-titled album was the uncontested best album of the year, and not just because Justin Vernon is Wisconsin's golden boy.
The end of the year, as well as the season's characteristic gold rush of high-caliber cinema, is upon us. And what better time to take in all the Oscar-minded flicks flooding into theaters or catch up on gems passed over from earlier this year than the glorious month of little-to-no responsibility that lies before us, just beyond that abysmal week-which-shall-not-be-named. While there are still a few films I'm highly anticipating over break-namely "Shame," "Young Adult," "The Artist" and "Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy"-I'd still like to take this time procrastinating from studying to compile my top 10 of 2011 (so far) list.
One of my favorite movies from the Sundance Film Festival this year ended up being "Like Crazy." The screening I attended followed just after director Jason Reitman ("Juno", "Up in the Air"), head of the festival's Grand Jury this year, awarded the 2011 Sundance Grand Jury Prize to "Like Crazy" director Drake Doremus.
Midwest hospitality is certainly not lost on Alex Schaaf, the one-man band turned frontman for a trio.
Rihanna is the universal pop star. She lives in the upper echelon of fame, that mostly vacated space once occupied by untouchable stars like Elton John and Jimmy Page. The old icons were backed by wheelbarrows of LP and concert ticket dough and were not necessarily expected to engage with masses such as human beings. Before the turn of the century, there were a ton of arena-packing musicians who must have seemed like Norse gods or aliens from the back rows.
Florence + the Machine are back with their second full-length release. Released on Nov. 1, Ceremonials features Florence Welsh at her best, showing that she is as dark and romantic as on previously released Lungs, with a sense of album cohesiveness that was not found on the former release. Welsh successfully proves "Dog Days are Over" is not a one-hit wonder, but that she truly has staying power.
I remember the old posters that used to hang in movie theater lobbies explaining the Motion Picture Association of America ratings system to patrons-a vertical ladder of movie ratings G through NC-17 accompanied by cartoon renditions of the appropriate audiences for each.
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