by Campfire OK Seattle's Campfire OK will be at the Crocodile on September 23rd opening for Fences CD Release Show
Shenandoah Davis
Photo by Abbey Simmons ::: Saturday September 4th at 4:30pm Shenandoah Davis plays the Bumbershoot edition of the Round with Goldfinch and Tomo Nakayma
I’m on a video streak these last few days, and I have no real impetus to stop. Something about just immersing myself in visual imagery fits my sort of torpid demeanor right now. Especially when the song surrounding those flickering images is so beautifully depressing.
Keeping it short again this morning. La Femme is a mystery swathed in the rippling folds of the red, white, and blue French flag. It feels particularly French this track does, not because of the French imagery that buffets the viewer, but because of its hazy vocals, and the sort of floating woodwind that hovers above the track. It feels cold and arrogant, but in an approachable way.
It’s late late late and I have to wake up long before the sun cracks the horizon. Lucky for me, and coincidentally for you, I was digging through the wreckage of my Google Reader and chanced upon this video by a band I know nothing about.
Hints at summer’s rapidly approaching demise, does it not?
I don’t really understand why every videographer these days seems to live in a dingy sub-basement in some unknown town, but hey, everyone has a preference.
Porcelain Raft crafts fuzzed out spaceship music, but not a spaceship made of hi-tech alien materials, oh no, a spaceship made of spray-painted cinder blocks and rusted aluminum piping. Take me to the moon!
This album has been floating around the old music box for a good few months now, and I’m still enraptured by it.
The video, as directed by Ben Chapel and Aaron Brown, feels toxic, but in an entertaining way. The song, well then, the song just feels like crunchy pop ice cream on a tin waffle cone.
If you’ve been on the internet at all in the last two weeks, you’ve probably heard the catchy pop of husband-wive duo Tennis. It’s all over the internet and though I try to stay clear of tracks that are bombarding every site from every angle, this track is just the perfect amount of catch for the coming weekend.
Still recovering from an epic bit of overly-American Fourth of Joooooly mayhem. Baby-back ribs from gentlemen in a self-professed “Meat Club”, skinny dip in the icy cold of a raging river, a firework show with ten thousand tan-necked small-towners - viva la America!
Or something of the sort. This oozing bit of lithium by Pure Ecstasy barely touches on the edges of the weekend, but wholeheartedly embraces the sloth-like dream-state I’m currently riding.
Full length from these delirious shoe-gazers drops in the fall on Light Lodge/Acephale.
Somehow this song makes me want to sleep, surf and drink beer all at the same time. I blame the lightly pounding drum, the soft tinkle of keys, the happily droning voice.
Just barely getting in to this very highly regarded album by Tame Impala, but thought that this video, filmed in the epic redwoods around this beautiful city of mine was a good enough introduction for us all.
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