Listen of the Week: Pinkshinyultrablast

Grandfeathered, by Pinkshinyultrablast

You ever hear a dream pop song with a galloping rhythm? “Glow Vastly” has that. Pinkshinyultrablast smash the paradigms of the genre into a million pieces and reassemble them with a cubist grace and pop melody that belies the amount of work I can only imagine goes into the construction of these pieces of music. They prove it’s possible to craft an album of ear worms with few traditional hooks. Fractal guitar-runs dovetail into fuzz explosions, instruments weave in and out of the mix, and memorable parts are anchored in non-repeating chains.

http://www.tinymixtapes.com/music-review/pinkshinyultrablast-grandfeathered

Listen of the Week: Pinkshinyultrablast

Friday Lyrics Mash: God Bless American Thieves

which side of the grass is greener?
thieves, thieves and liars, murderers
inside, outside, which side, you don’t know
which side are they? which side are they?
as we raise our voices in a solemn prayer
which side are they? which side are they?
let us swear allegiance to a land that’s free
which side are they? which side are they?

no trust
who started it? who started it?
topical injection
we still believe in lies
breathe, forfeit erection!
hypocrites and bastards [in laughter]
stand behind her and guide her
hey thanks for nothing!

let us all be grateful for a land so fair
you’re like a great big hit of acid
inside, outside, which side, you don’t know
my side, your side, their side, we don’t know

morals in the dust
which side are they? which side are they?
through the night with a light from above
two-faced bastards and sycophants
my side, your side, their side, we don’t know
my side, your side, their side, no one knows
to the oceans white with foam
my side, your side, their side, we don’t know

which side of their mouth do you suppose that it came?
while the storm clouds gather far across the sea
just waiting to get squeezed!
from the mountains, to the prairies
which side of their mouth do you suppose that it came?
geriatric fuck-fest
god bless america
thieves! liar!

which side of the grass is greener?
inside, outside, which side, you don’t know
inside, outside, which side, you don’t know
waiting to be taken!
god bless america, land that I love
thieves! liar!
you’re like a great big fucking gun
my home sweet home

Friday Lyrics Mash: God Bless American Thieves

Friday Lyrics Mash: Summertime Surprises

Bruises that won’t heal
Nothing scares me anymore
I got that summertime, summertime sadness
I’m feelin’ electric tonight
Think I’ll miss you forever
High heels off, I’m feeling alive

Telephone wires above are sizzling like a snare
They don’t, they don’t speak for us
No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
Done my hair up real big beauty queen style
A job that slowly kills you
Summertime sadness

Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I just wanted you to know
No alarms and no surprises
I got that summertime, summertime sadness

Kiss me hard before you go
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight
I got that summertime, summertime sadness
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises

Even if you’re gone I’m gonna drive (drive, drive)
Telephone wires above are sizzling like a snare
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
No alarms and no surprises
I just wanted you to know
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness

Summertime sadness
Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
That, baby, you’re the best
You look so tired and unhappy
I just wanted you to know
Summertime sadness
No alarms and no surprises please (let me out of here)
I’ll take a quiet life

Summertime sadness

Kiss me hard before you go
Got my bad baby by my heavenly side
A heart that’s full up like a landfill
Cruising down the coast goin’ ’bout 99
Bring down the government
Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden
I know if I go, I’ll die happy tonight
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
No alarms and no surprises please

Later’s better than never
Honey, I’m on fire, I feel it everywhere
A handshake of carbon monoxide
This is my final fit, my final bellyache with
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness

Kiss me hard before you go
Honey, I’m on fire, I feel it everywhere
Silent, silent
Nothing scares me anymore
I just wanted you to know

Friday Lyrics Mash: Summertime Surprises

We share our mother’s health


And with Silent Shout, the Knife were indeed out to construct a new world, one that was removed from ours but not too far off. A world where all the false fronts and injustices were out in the open, and where that exposure made everyone bitter and angry, bordering on demonic. The biggest hook around the Knife has always been that voice, which mutated in ways on this album that the duo had never experimented with before. That voice, of course, belongs to Karin Dreijer Andersson, but it also seems completely removed from anything that a human being could be capable of producing. The first time you hear the Knife, you don’t know who or what is behind that snarl, and that was the point.

Source: Silent Shout Turns 10 – Stereogum

If you don’t know this record – do yourself a favor. If you do know this record – do yourself a favor.

We share our mother’s health

Gourmand

There’s a taco on the moon
     that I’m gonna eat real soon.
There’s a meatloaf in the Marianas Trench.

There’s a burger in Antarctica
     with no ears, it’s never heard-a-ya.
There’s Now & Laters on the Hillary Step.

There’s a hoagie underground
     making muffled, sandwich sounds.
There’s some pizza floating down Niagara Falls.

There’s chicken nuggets in a cave
     who’ve gone feral and depraved.
There’s a hot dog hiding in the Amazon.

Gourmand