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Now a bit of background... We consider ourselves lucky to be in the position to give you this music free of charge, but we do so knowing not every band, label or studio can do the same. Much of the “music business” relies on physical sales to keep the lights on and the mics up. Without that support, well, it gets tougher and tougher to make it all work.
With that in mind, Wilco has put together a list of some of their favorite recent releases. We encourage you to explore it (and beyond) and yep, even march down to your neighborhood record shop and BUY. There’s a lot of great music out there, lets all try to support it. After all, it's the years of support (and purchases) of Wilco's music that allowed us to do what we did last week.
Adron - Organismo Cibo Matto - Hotel Valentine Empyrean Atlas - Inner Circle Eleventh Dream Day - Works for Tomorrow Full of Hell, Merzbow - Full of Hell & Merzbow Game Theory - Real Nighttime Girlpool - Before the World Was Big Invisible Familiars - Disturbing Wildlife Landlady - Upright Behavior Luluc - Passerby Ned Doheny - Hard Candy Parquet Courts - Content Nausea Richard Julian - Fleur de Lis Scott Walker + Sunn O))) - Soused Speedy Ortiz - Foil Deer Steve Gunn - Way Out Weather William Tyler - Deseret Canyon
Last week I was waiting for Chelsea to get out of work so we could head to the cat cafe (again), so I'm heading down to Georgetown. Y'all know Georgetown. It's the bougiest place on Earth. I have not even remotely the money to buy some of the clothes I like in the the designer shops there and it hits me, "the fuck?! How does Georgetown not have a record store, or one that I know of?" Google search, boom. Hill & Dale Records. I don't get my hopes up. What are the chances it's indie in this neighborhood? End up finding it in this little hidden back alley I'd never noticed that opens into a gorgeous courtyard. Place looks so tiny but they have an incredible, absurdly eclectic mix, and the owner, Rob, one of the coolest guys I've talked to, is cranking from the most expensive, beautiful setup Technics deck I've ever seen. A $4k table with a $4k needle at least. So I'm happy to be browsing jazz with the punk with the indie with the local with the world and just loving it. And what do I finally find, the thing I've been checking every local shop for since October? Fuckin' Sunn O))) + Scott Walker - Soused. Never have I been so excited to drop that much on a record. I find a great shop owner, a great location, a great collection, a record I've been searching high and low for, and I got to support it all. It's such a unique feeling, having all that come together perfectly, on on whim of "fuck I'm bored let's wander". It's not just a 'support your local record store and musicians, kiddo because capitalism is a cold bitch and then we die", it's just the whole process is so... Human and global. Musicians put their heart out there, a guy opens a shop that won't ever make him rich because he's passionate, and same dude has his life brightened because it came together, passionate about all of it. It's how everything should work in life. Before I left, he puts on the most entrancing thing. Something just so familiar I couldn't place. The Blade Runner soundtrack. I couldn't get it out of my mind after leaving, so of course I had to go back the next day and pick that up. I'll gladly empty my wallet for any of that.
don't fucking pretend you don't love going to the cat cafe
say that shit to my face motherfucker not online and see what happens https://instagram.com/p/5bKJ2PScnP/
I'm sorry I was introduced to Merzbow like the day after I first heard Death Grips. One at a fucking time, please, for my ears' sake. I'm just not ready yet :'D
Look, it's not a contest. It doesn't matter who got the email first Best band ever. Why? Cause all of this marketing hoopla is around an album that kicks ass. I had a conversation tonight about the fact that the dissonance of track one is so nicely quenched by track two. Participants in this conversation ranged in national origin, age, and ethnicity, and preference of whiskey (rye or otherwise with rye being the obvious choice) but all agreed on one thing... This is an album that scratches itches.
I'm genuinely curious how Tweedy is an ass? Seems like a nice enough fellow.
Unfortunately I don't really have any documented sources, but living in Chicago and talking to the service industry workers that he's interacted with, most of them have described him as a self-entitled asshole. It very well could be that the very self selecting group I've heard from just doesn't like him/caught him on a bad day.
Can confirm, most of the music on that list is killer.