
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
NERD LIST 2009!!!!
Frank Turner - Poetry of the Deed
Bomb The Music Industry - Scrambles
Teenage Bottlerocket - They Came From The Shadows
Andrew Jackson Jihad - Can't Maintain
Bouncing Souls - 20th Anniversary Album Thing
O Pioneers!!! - Neon Creeps
Lucero - 1372 Overton Park
The Swellers - Ups and Downsizing/Welcome Back Riders
MewithoutYou - It's All Crazy! It's All False! It's All A Dream! It's Alright!
Owl City - Ocean Eyes
Dear Landlord - Dear Homes
Polar Bear Club - Chasing Hamburg
Broadway Calls - Good Views, Bad News
Chris Wollard and The Ship Thieves - S/T
North Lincoln - Midwestern Blood
Banner Pilot - Collapser
Rx Bandits - Mandala
Tegan & Sara - Sainthood
Cheap Girls - My Roaring 20's
Nothington - Roads, Bridges and Ruins
Cursive - Mama I'm Swollen
Mariachi El Bronx - S/T
Shook Ones - The Unquotable A.M.H.
Manchester Orchestra - Mean Nothing To Everything
Dead To Me - African Elephants
Dave's Favorite EP's of 2009:
The Lawrence Arms - Buttsweat and Tears
Classics of Love - Walking in Shadows
Rumspringer - S/T
Iron Chic - Shitty Rambo
Did I miss anything?
What are your favorites?
Where the hell were the good ska albums this year?
Let me know in the comment section!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Return of the Animated Robot!
ewwwwwwww.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Life isn't all Santa Barbara Roses
The " " part below is from this Minus The Bear song I've had on repeat for two days straight:
Hey. Who knew things would be so hard? Don't worry, I'm here pulling for you. Even when others say its a lie, you'll be happy if only for a few. Back to the depths of an untamed consciousness, eventually I will awake trying to be what is true.
This glass is twice as big as it needs to be.
Take off your prescribed lenses, I don't want glass between us.
Put on your shoes, lets go to the beach around two thirty in the morning, I feel like dancing like me.
"Dont Cry, I'll bring this song to you" and shake our hearts free of this dust.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
im obsessed
Dear Tyler Moore and Robot
So allow me to make this perfectly clear, unless Johnny Five and Johnny Five alone (no Steve Guttenburg, no Michael McKean, no oddly Indian sounding gentleman from Bakersfield) walks into our next practice, you're stuck with me sir.