Haha. If you wondered whether the reunited Jane’s Addiction was living on the edge, think again. Teleprompters all around. Nothing says “rock ‘n’ roll” quite like reading your lyrics off a screen. Karaoke style. [via The Daily Swarm]

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News of James Mercer’s unceremonious decision to change the line-up of The Shins hit the blogs yesterday, thanks to Pitchfork’s interview piece. It seems so odd to me that not a single reaction focused on how obnoxious it is to change the line-up of a band three albums into its successful tenure. It drives me […]

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So, I wasn’t able to hit up my locally participating record store the moment it opened for Record Store Day. This was evidently a mistake. By the time I rolled up, there was one shitty little display with a handful of records left. The good stuff had long been snatched up. Ugh. I checked eBay this morning and, […]

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Slate’s music critic, Jody Rosen, isn’t a big fan of The Decemberists. I, too, share Rosen’s distaste for the most pretentious little Lord Fauntleroy in all of corporate subsidized nerd folk in one Colin Meloy. His reedy voice – embarrassingly overwrought lyrics notwithstanding – is of a timbre my ears find repugnant. When I dislike […]

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As an avid fan of Canada’s Junior Boys, I was most disappointed by Begone Dull Care when I first heard it a few months back. I gave it several listens and pretty much forgot about it. It just didn’t hook me. In fact, if anything I found it only inspired me to go back and […]

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It’s weird suddenly reading all these articles about Kurt Cobain that ask, rhetorically, if anyone still listens to Nirvana. I know today marks the anniversary of the day Cobain was found dead, which explains the plethora of Nirvana-related fare, but the fact that people wonder whether anyone still listens to Nirvana is what puzzles me. […]

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The Guardian has been on a roll this week. Today Steven Wells has a piece on the correlation of your music taste and your intelligence. The results, uhh, slightly irked Mr. Wells, but the fountain of gold that spewed forth had me tearing up with laughter. To distill the results: turns out if you fancy […]

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