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There's a lot of music to be listened and not listened to this month (Dan Melchior and Bowerbirds, respectfully).

DAN MELCHIOR

BOWERBIRDS

DIE ANTWOORD

NO UFO'S

Back in like ’99, I actually played the new Black Eyed Peas album and was like, well, this isn’t Deltron 3030, but it’s still accessible for white people, so I wonder what interesting things will happen for this hip-hop ensemble! Skip ahead a decade, and you’ve got Fergie pissing her pants and lots of fast cars in videos to make up for the fact that none of them can dance. Jesus, Black Eyed Peas, didn’t you know you’d have to be able to dance when you started this whole creatively multicultural world-conscious hip-hop thing? Dear Gabriel Teodros, if Fergie knocks on your door, just fucking hide under the table. She’ll make you a butt load of cash, but you’ll never get the stink out of the tour van.

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A. WOLFE

SPOEK MATHAMBO

Father Creeper

Sub Pop

If you and your friend take 30 milligrams of Adderall the moment Robert De Niro’s name appears in the opening credits of Neil Burger’s 2011 cinematic gem,

Limitless

, and then push play on this Spoek Mathambo album, nothing will happen.

BIG SAM

DIE ANTWOORD

TEN$ION

Zef

After the apocalypse, these international scumbags need to head up the New World Order (

New

New World Order?). Hopefully they’ll militarize disenfranchised peoples, including gays and intelligent tweakers, and send them out on two-stroke dirt bikes with orders to assassinate everyone, set up huge propaganda raves, and pillage whatever they want.

CHODE RAINBOW

Love at the Bottom of the Sea

is so stereotypically Magnetic Fields it’s infuriating. You know what I’m talking about, Casio-y diddies with “clever” lovey-dovey lyrics all under three minutes long. My boyfriend’s ex would probably listen to this riding her bike on her way to the Brooklyn Flea to buy scarves, getting all dewy-eyed about that time they took ecstasy and had “loving anal” (actual words).

EVAN RACHEL WOOD

SFV ACID

Grown

100% Silk

Not a whole lot of dance music gets released on vinyl these days, and a great portion of what does should have lived and died on Soundcloud. Thankfully, this slice of acid funk made the cut. It’s an absolutely ludicrous blend of tranny house and truck music that pushes the LA scene even further. I feel like there is a NY vs. LA house-music war brewing that’ll eventually escalate into a bunch of catty shit-talking and possibly some drinks poured on drum machines at the pop-up club. The whole ordeal will most likely be settled with an epic vogue-off in Chicago. Perhaps.

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CLARA ELIZABETH GOLDBUM

NO UFO'S

Soft Coast

Spectrum Spools

LILACS & CHAMPAGNE

S/T

Mexican Summer

If pornos were produced by intelligent people, this album would make for a fantastic soundtrack. Creative white noise blended with seductive hip-hop beats, it’s what fucking D’Angelo while Beats Antique played would sound like.

ZOPHIE YOUNGTHING

NITE JEWEL

One Second of Love

Secretly Canadian

There’s a YouTube of Nite Jewel called “Nite Jewel - Part2/2 - L’KEG.” live at the late L’Keg Gallery in LA where she’s wearing sunglasses and playing for, like, nine people. Compare that with the recent video “Nite Jewel -- live at Echoplex (Echo Park CA, 30-July-2011) [Part 2].” How you qualitatively evaluate the difference between these videos for yourself pretty much determines your own Smiley or Barfy review for this record. I happen to prefer when the lady was in white denim and sunglasses, creating a world while giving slightly less of a shit.

LITTLE LOCKY

I am so ready for this synth business to be over. If I hear one more arpeggiated MicroKorg I’ll orchestrally stab someone. No more of this “vibe” business either. And while we’re at it, can you pseudo New Agers please stop with all the cosmic this and that? Politics aside, this record is the real deal, the best electronic record of all time. The problem is that now that I’ve made a point of shitting on all the hippies, I can’t in good conscience hijack their words like, “epic,” “ethereal,” “hypnotic,” “pulsating,” and such.

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SUE XANIBARS

THE MARS VOLTA

Noctourniquet

Warner Brothers

I’m not sure how I feel about these aggressively spacey concept albums made solely for the enjoyment of young men who smell like socks and some unidentified wax. This one, according to the internet, is about a character inspired by the Superman villain Solomon Grundy and the Greek myth of Hyacinthus. Wait. I figured out how I feel about this album now. I fucking love it, because I’m a huge faggoty dork too!

A.H.F.D.T.

BUILDINGS

Melt, Cry, Sleep

Doubleplusgood/Cash Cow

Wouldn’t it be nice if all the bros who listened to “hard” music were exposed to nice things? Things like this? Doesn’t it make you LOL to think about all the blue-collar homophobes out there listening to the Kinks’ “Lola” on classic-rock radio as if it’s NOT about fucking a tranny? Gay people forever!

CHODE RAINBOW

JANGULA

Strange Child

Self-released

My friend Kristen was supposed to review this album, but then she started doing PR for the band, so she asked me to do the write-up instead in an effort to preserve what’s left of VICE’s shoddy journalistic credibility. I guess everyone who hears Jangula becomes a believer, and I’m sold now too since each song reminds me of snorting Adderall and sipping Codeine at the same time. The tracks pummel you with jungle drums and angular guitars, then lull you with spacey synths and “oohh-aahh” vocals. It’s pleasurably exhausting. Oh crap, wait. Now I’M doing PR for the band.

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WILBERT L. COOPER

DINOWALRUS

Best Behavior

Kanine

Dinowalrus thanked me in the liner notes of their last record, and I gave them a bad review in VICE anyway. This drove the main guy CRAZY, and he told me he changed the members and sound of his band because of it. For some reason he kept the terrible name. Why not change it to Bad Behavior since you basically started over? Anyway, this new record is kinda like Duran Duran or Oasis or some other English disco-rock thing.

NICHOLAS GAZIN

LOST SOUNDS

S/T 7"

Goner

Oh man, I’ve got most of Jay Reatard’s creative output, but I’ve never heard the original Lost Sounds seven-inch before. This is wayyyyy better than the more polished stuff he did. He’s just screaming his fucking head off and there’s a nice amount of tape hiss. If you get excited by things that were recorded badly then this is your fucking jam. Also, I wish Jay Reatard was still alive.

CHESTER DRAWERS

THE TWILIGHT SAD

No One Can Ever Know

Fat Cat

The first time I listened to this I thought that maybe the singer was trying to sound like Dracula, and then I realized he’s just Irish or something. I gave this more than three chances, and even had “relations” to it, because it’s moody and dark enough for that sort of thing, but yeah, my primary opinion is that it’s corny. Oh, I should mention that at the end of the “relations,” I told my girlfriend that I was giving it a barf face (the album, not her), and she was like, “We had sex to a barfy???”

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HOT GYNO

Not working for me. I wanted it to because Johnny, the guy from the band, is really nice. He sent a physical copy of the album to the office and everything. It came with a handwritten note that was super charming and sweet. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to send a Dr. Pepper or two as well but I don’t think you can just send shit like that through the mail, can you? Like, one or two loose DPs?

DUSTY FLAGON

EARTH

Angels of Darkness, Demons of Light II

Southern Lord

Oh, Earth. How oft I’ve gotten comically stoned and listened to thee. Over the years you’ve delivered some choice numbers to my dome piece and I’ve always been super-grateful. These new jams sound like the type of shit Anton Chigurh was cooking up in his mama’s basement before he left for West Texas A&M and started shooting people with a bolt pistol.

BARREL O’ LAUGHS

FAG COP

Whimpers from the Pantheon

Rank Toy

A lot of people seem to have downloaded Fag Cop’s “I’m Fuckin’ Dead” 7", but not much is known about them. The only video I could find online is of them performing a show outside in a literal hole in the ground. They’ve occasionally put out records and performed as Ex-Fag Cop and no one knows why they do that either. Anyway, this new record sounds like subway trains and breaking glass.

NICHOLAS GAZIN AGAIN

SOURPATCH

Stagger & Fade

HHBTM

It’s ugly and cold right now and I just took out the recycling, but it was 55 degrees and sunny the couple days in January I spent listening to this record for review. I rode my bike to the liquor store, then I called my girl to see what she was up to, and we went down, down, down, down, down to the park, and I told her I’d love her forever and that she’s the only one.

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NEST ROAST

SPIRITUALIZED

Sweet Heart, Sweet Light

Fat Possum

I have to start walking when somebody tells me that Pete Kember—who collects rare SS cagoules by the way—was the cool one in Spacemen 3. And they usually think that ’cause they haven’t listened to a Spiritualized record since

Pure Phase

. Man, those guys.

ANDY CAPPER

ANDREW BIRD

Break It Yourself

Mom + Pop

Oh, you play the drums and the guitar and the harmonica and the trumpet and the violin, you say? And sometimes you play the violin like it’s a little tiny awesome guitar? And you whistle like the patron goddamn saint of whistling (Cecilia)? This is a great album for lying back on a red velvet chaise lounge while a nymph lowers a bunch of Concord grapes into your mouth. STOP DOING ALL THE THINGS. We get it, showoff.

ALEX HOLMES

RUBY FRAY

Pith

K

Emily Beanblossom (formerly of Christmas) has a new thing called Ruby Fray that is softer and weirder and makes me want to wash her “car” with my tongue more than I did before. There’s a duet on here with Calvin Johnson called “Mint Ice Cream” that sounds like a pretty lady singing a song with Frankenstein. The rest of the album sounds like something comforting your mom would sing to you if you were sick or on your period or got fired from a job. There’s a song on here where Emily talks about spreading jam and butter, which is just, well, it’s almost too much to handle.

INDIAN BUMMER

GENTLEMENT JESSE

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Leaving Atlanta

Douchemaster

This guy sure writes some ear-tickling, Joe Jackson-style skinny-tie pop for someone who looks like Ellen DeGeneres impersonating the Screeching Weasel logo.

ELLIS JONES

SLOWNESS

Hopeless but Otherwise

Self-released

Slowness is right. My God, this album is waaaaaaay too droney. Also, I shit you not, one of the songs on this album is called “Slowboat,” and it made me remember when I was on a boat to Catalina Island once and I got seasick so I ate a bag of Lay’s but that only made me want to barf even more and I was like, “CAN THIS BOAT GO ANY SLOWER?!” I usually like droney, shoegazey things, but why listen to Slowness when Slowdive is right above them on your iTunes?

KRISTEN K.

THE WEDDING PRESENT

Valentina

Scopitones

It’s funny how this band’s whole shtick was built around the one guy playing his jangly guitar really fast, ’cause now that his wrists are too old to keep up pace with the drums it’s sort of like, “Well… … … [

tongue-smacking sound

]…” So I guess not so much “funny” as “a problem.”

NIKKI LATER

BOWERBIRDS

The Clearing

Dead Oceans

For fans of farming as a hobby, Patagonia products, learning to knit, gender roles, vintage t-shirts, beards, traveling, old cardigans, soft female vocals, livin’ off da grid, talking about social issues out of your asshole, tattoos of naturey things, vegan baked goods, and just letting your pubes go.

CHODE RAINBOW

PAUL WELLER

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Sonik Kicks

Yep Roc

Is this what Paul Weller’s been doing for the past 20 years? Marble-mouthed adult-contempo songs over mid-90s session drums? Half these melodies sound like when an ad agency can’t get the rights to “Stuck in the Middle with You” so they ask some hired gun to rewrite it slightly worse. Oops. Didn’t mean to write “half” back there.

CRANDALL MASH

DAN MELCHIOR

Excerpts

Kye

Face it, everyone says they love George Harrison’s

Wonderwall

or Mick Jagger’s ridiculous Moog masturbations all over those Anger films, but who actually listens when pop stars go rogue? What happens when a brilliant rock ’n’ roller becomes a brilliant purveyor of field recordings, hymnic vocals, and gorgeous, soul-expanding piano licks? What happens when you deface a Joe Cocker album and make it your record sleeve? *Insert picture of guy pointing at empty shelves saying, “Look at all the fucks I give!”

SUE XANIBARS

AARON FREEMAN

Marvelous Clouds

Partisan

I want to say first that I LOVE WEEN. Listening to this album is like the creeping disappointment Grandma must feel after several years of sending birthday checks to little Billy, only to find Billy has taken all of her hard-earned money and invested it in a serious top-hat business, when for years, she thought he was way more into awesome novelty hats with large plastic penis tips. Technically the top-hat business is a sound investment because of proms and formals traffic, but it’s just not a penis hat.

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A. WOLFE

BLACK DICE

Mr. Impossible

Ribbon Music

Everything these guys do is good and will be good, forever and ever, amen.

DENIALS LOVE TRIALS

SUZANNE CIANI

Lixiviation

B-Music

Ready to crush the fuck out? Suzanne Ciani was a synthesizer player in the late 60s and 70s, back when that still meant knowing how to modulate sine waves and sawtooth functions and so on, which in turn meant being a socially retarded math major with a gross Jim Henson beard. Before going New Age in the 80s, Suzanne used her Buchla (the thinking man’s Moog) to make those gorgeous, synaesthetic outer-space sounds everyone like AT&T and Coke and Atari once used under their corporate logos. This is a little greatest-hits comp of her commercial work as well as a nice reminder that there was actually a time when giant companies cared about shit like that instead of just letting the Black Eyed Peas piss all over their brand identity.

THE MARKETING DEPT.

OUTPUT: NOISE

A Soundtrack to the DSM-IV

Self-released

This CD showed up one day with no info included in the envelope, and it seemed like it would be a disturbing thing to listen to, so I took it home. A few tracks in, the sound of crunching noises growing louder and louder caught my attention so I checked out its name on the track list. “Pica.” PICA!!!!!!!!!!!!

HEY SALLY

XIU XIU

Always

Polyvinyl

The video for “Hi” from the new album

Always

finds singer Jamie Stewart sniveling about poking his eyes out, stitching his wrists, and having a hole in his head, then he sets his hand on fire. All I could think about while listening to this was Winona Ryder stabbing herself in the face with a nail file in

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Black Swan

. Stewart also offers up a new jam to blast at your next Planned Parenthood rally with the synthy, pipe-clanging “I Luv Abortion.” I spend way too much time thinking about how Xiu Xiu scares me.

JENNIFER DARLING

K.S. CHITHRA

Indha Vennila

Finders Keepers

God, have you seen that fucking Heineken commercial that uses the song from the beginning of

Ghost World

? “Jaan Pechacky Whatever”? And it’s basically just an uninspired, maskless re-creation of the same dance sequence but with white folks? Just wanted to put a “gross” out there on that. K.S. Chithra is like the living, sober Whitney Houston of Bollywood playback singers (the folks who actually sing the songs the prettier actresses lip-sync to in the movies). So as you can guess, some of this sounds like the most maniacal Carnatic 80s dance pop you’ve ever heard in your life and the rest sounds like the Hungry Hungry Hindu Lunch Buffet at Havali’s.

T.M. MCGURCH

WILLIS EARL BEAL

Acousmatic Sorcery

XL

A lot of people are freaking out about this guy because he is a mystery and doesn’t have a Twitter account or something. I feel like this is the type of thing you’d try to force yourself to be into in order to convince your friends that you’re not racist. It reminds me of those creepy images of rotting fruit and random weird bugs that they show in the intro credits for

True Blood

and

An American Horror Story

. I am very, very uncomfortable.

HOT GYNO