Listen of the Week: Little Dragon

Of course, Kendrick goes without saying. But, your other listen should be:

Season High, by Little Dragon

This is a bold album, and it’s often a funky one too. Prince’s spirit hangs heavy; Little Dragon knew what they were doing when they named one song “The Pop Life.” But even in the most Prince-damaged tracks, there’s enough restless experimentation going on that it never feels like imitation.

http://www.stereogum.com/1934334/album-of-the-week-little-dragon-season-high/franchises/album-of-the-week/

Listen of the Week: Little Dragon

Listen of the Week: The New Pornographers

Whiteout Conditions, by The New Pornographers

As a whole, the new record expands Brill’s buzzy, synth-forward sound. The Pornos weave solid blocks of interwoven guitars, keyboards, vocals and rhythms. Add Newman’s impermeable, sometimes overstuffed, lyrics to the mix and this can be a dense listening experience – albeit one that remains attractive in its deployment of melody, pretty voices and pulsing percussion.

http://diffuser.fm/new-pornographers-whiteout-conditions-review

Listen of the Week: The New Pornographers

The Most Varied Sounds in the Animal Kingdom (for Maggie Rogers)

In Alaska, where the polar bears chill, I watched a humpback whale dance the lambada underneath a rippling blanket of northern lights

and I thought of you.

I thought of you playing banjo in New York City, maybe busking by a subway train charming C.H.U.D.s with your gentle atmospherics and low key grooves. I wasn’t by your side there. This was only a dream of you

because I was in Alaska.

I was in Alaska, where the cold air does not sing gently and the polar bears will never get their groove back. In Alaska, the Eskimeaux will never get their ice back nor their 10 billion names for snow. I heard those humpback whales will soon migrate to the Eastern seaboard just to hear you play upon a rocky shore. And those northern lights, well, they’ll go right on twinkling,

whether or not there’s anyone around to watch.

The Most Varied Sounds in the Animal Kingdom (for Maggie Rogers)

Lost Danzig Love Song #5,738

Come to me when the lights are out
And I’ll show you such sweet things

Come to me when the lights are out
When all hallowed hell does sing

Come to me when your blood runs cold
And I’ll warm you slow and right

Come to me when your blood runs cold
And we’ll burn through endless nights

Come to me when you’ve no more hope
And I’ll teach you how to believe

Come to me when you’ve no more hope
Come crawling on your guilt-stained knees

Oh!
I’m the one
You’ve been warned about
I’m the one
You wanna try to figure out

I’m the one
You’ve been warned about
Yeah I’m the one
Who’ll leave you with no doubts

Come to me when you’re all alone
And you’ll find I’m here for you

Come to me when you’re all alone
When you’re questioning what is true

Come to me when it’s time to avenge
All the wrongs that you’ve endured

Come to me when it’s time to avenge
And we’ll make the screams ring pure

Come to me ’cause it’s you I need
Come to me ’cause it’s love

Come to me ’cause it’s you I need
Come to me ’cause it’s love

Come to me ’cause it’s you I need
Come to me ’cause it’s a fiery love

Yeah I’m the one
You’ve been warned about
Come to me ’cause it’s you I need
Come to me ’cause it’s love

I’m the one
You wanna try to figure out
Come to me ’cause it’s you I need
Come to me ’cause it’s a fiery love

I’m the one
You’ve been warned about
Come to me ’cause it’s you I need
‘Cause it’s a fiery, fiery love

I’m the one
Who’ll leave you with no doubts
Yeah I’m the one
Who’ll leave you with no doubts

Lost Danzig Love Song #5,738

Listen of the Week: Body Count

Bloodlust, by Body Count

And while plenty of acts have chosen to speak out on such issues, few have come across as fearless as Body Count do here. Compared to their goofy, cartoonish return on Manslaughter, Bloodlust proves that there’s still plenty of substance within, the sort of heavy, mercilessly politicised material that Body Count do exceptionally well.

ALBUM REVIEW: ‘Bloodlust’ by Body Count

Listen of the Week: Body Count

Listen of the Week: Mount Eerie

A Crow Looked at Me, by Mount Eerie

There is nothing this review can add to the experience of listening to A Crow Looked At Me. Sure, there’ll be an incongruous Lou Bega reference at around the 600-word mark for some light relief (it doesn’t really work) and a Nabokov quote in the penultimate paragraph to pretend I’m well-read (I’m not) but they’re hardly worth sticking around for. Scroll down to the bottom of the page and you won’t find any score attached. Even awarding this work the full ten-out-of-ten would feel too callous given the tragic circumstances of the record’s gestation and its heartbreaking subject matter.

Instead, you’d be strongly advised to stop reading this right now. Please, all I ask is that you just go away, sit down and listen to the music and the words contained on this LP with your complete and undivided attention.

http://drownedinsound.com/releases/19863/reviews/4150889

Listen of the Week: Mount Eerie