*see previous post below for exciting news*
In honour of the day that it is, February, today is a good day for sunshine, followed by the sunshine of the night.
And what better day for a new Diskettes album to come out. They will be touring all weekend, see their site de web for details, but if you live in any of those areas, not going would be so uncool it would stretch all the way into being cool again, past that, and back into not being cool. I believe the show in Montreal will be free and inside a metro station. Bells On!
This was also going to be a celebration of their recording place, Blocks, but then I realised Jordan's been posting a bunch of Blocks stuff anyway, so you're all well-versed. Speaking of well verse period period period
The melodies bounce off each other so well, it's almost as if this song were standing in the middle of a room, all fat and happy, being tapped and strummed and thumped from three different sides. It's like the Strokes with the bones on the inside. If that makes sense. Yes I do.
This song sounds like hopscotch at recess. Or a flipbook being flipped really slowly (a face whose everything turns to hearts). Or being in the centre of one of those great big spinning metal discs with radial bars you used to find in kids parks, but which you only really see in horror movies now.
From their first album, this is what you should listen to tonight, and slow dance with who(what)ever you can find.
p.s. i like you too.
Said the Gramophone news:
In the next few weeks, Sean will probably be returning to the blog and we will be sharing its authorship. This is very exciting and I think it will have a thoroughly rejuvenating effect on me and StG.
We will also be adding another occasional author: Dan “Pantywaist” Beirne. Dan is a member of the awkward and sad (hilarious!) comedy troupe, Better Than Shakespeare, and is an excellent filmmaker whose documentary subjects have included such literary luminaries as myself.
As a sort of installation/celebration, Dan will be writing the blog for all of this week. He is certain to entertain you and to ask you for money (don’t give it to him, he’s a total mooch).
Be excited; I am.