Her Name Was Prison, Her Name Was Free

I like this. I like the tinkling way it starts, the dissonance of the lonely lyrics and the warm music, the unexpectedness of the guitar strumming when it kicks in, the way she turns the tables, the acceleration into a torrent of fierceness, the emphatic full stop.

A Few Odds And Ends

Maybe it's just because I've stopped listening to the normal airwaves radio because NYC radio SUX, but has there been no real summer jam this year? There's a few indie things, sure, like maybe Das Rascist's Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell (via Pitchfork) or The Temper Trap's Sweet Disposition (video), but what about the mainstream stuff? Where's the Lil Wayne Lollipop of this summer? Kid Cudi? Really? And that Flo-Rida song...first, it's nowhere NEAR as good as Low, and second, Eiffel 65??? Maybe Boom Boom Pow...maybe She Wolf (video) - it's got a nice throwback feel...but I don't know, nothing is really grabbing me.



But here's a fall jam you can get behind. This song reminds me of Menomena. Hmmm, maybe that's because Ramona Falls is a Menomena offshoot. Well, never mind, I'm a sucker for the picked strings and sweeping globetrotting epic. And any band which lists its influences as "chocolate, mostly" on its Myspace page.

Ramona Falls - Russia (via Pitchfork)

And finally: because I ALWAYS KNEW that there was hope for the bassoon as an indie rock music. Yeah, that's right. All you mariachi trumpet players ain't got nothin' on me.

The Photons: Where Were You Last Night