Staff Picks and Good Shit for the Week of June 19
Here's what the Noisey editors were listening to this week.
Oh hey. We just had Linkin Park guy and close personal friend Mike Shinoda in the office. We talked about music with him, Mike Shinoda, and now we’d like to talk about music with you, the non-Mike Shinodas of the world. So here’s what the Noisey editors were listening to this week, with or without Mike Shinoda.
Black Wing - "My Body Betrayed Me"
I love Dan Barrett. He's a big ol' comic book nerd that helps websites grow their traffic, and he also works in some of the best projects ever like Giles Corey and Have A Nice Life. His new one, Black Wing, has a record coming out and what's been released so far is fucking crazy. It's taken the emotion and impact of his other works, and set it over a canvas of electronic texture and movement. The video is something else as well, like staring into a kaleidoscope that shifts between doom and hope. The song elements all climax into a really beautiful synth line, proving he's the king of chillwave and everywave.
Dirty South Rydaz - All Eyez on Us
Today we published a sweet overview of the Dallas rap scene by Mel of The Outfit, TX. It also featured a history of Dallas rap, which put me onto all kinds of cool stuff I didn't know, like Dirty South Rydaz. This is classic, fun, grimy Southern rap, and I love it immensely. Check it out!
Spiteful Urinator - "In the Shadow of the Monophonic Jackoff"
I'm really antsy to hear a new full-length from Spiteful Urinator, even though they already set my ears aflame with Work Crimes back in January. Their new split with fellow Antipodean degenerates Trepanation blazes by in under three minutes, and the 1:46 of "In the Shadow of the Monophonic Jackoff" isn't nearly enough to sate my hunger for the D-beat filth they dredge up so convincingly. Trepanation's blink-and-you'll-miss-it death blow is savage, too, if you're more into cavernous bellows than snotty snarls. Apparently Spiteful Urinator's working on material for a new EP, which is thrilling. As the band told me, they're not interested in "faffing about with press releases and such" since the release is so limited, but if you've got any brains at all, you'll want to snap this split up before it's gone.
Worriers - "They / Them / Theirs"
I’ve got a stack of records at home that Lauren Measure has put out. But I think this new Worriers record is my favorite.
Georgia - "Nothing Solutions"
Earlier this week we ran an extensive interview with London's Domino-signed up and comer Georgia and I learned she's not only a sick drummer and badass songwriter, but she also a soccer pro! At least she could've become one but I'm stoked she didn't. The video for her latest tune sees Georgia running through a lean-colored forest. She looks distressed—well you would be too if you were being chased by three inky figures—and it really works with the paranoid sonics. A little Knife, a little Björk, "Nothing Solutions" weirdly makes me want to go running and the last time I ran it was towards a free bagel, so I guess when her LP drops on August 7 I'll just listen to that an awful lot and I'll be inspired to run. Or jog, at the very least. Ta-da! My new keep fit plan.
Compulsive Gamblers - "Stop & Think It Over"
It’s been a bit since I thought about this song by the Compulsive Gamblers, but this past week I caught Reigning Sound (Greg Cartwright’s current project) in a small club (Union Pool in Brooklyn) where they ran through this absolutel classic. The room broke into a pogo pit, which of course lead to a few of the older onlookers to get a little aggro. Whatever, this song is utterly timeless and if there was any true justice in this world, Union Pool’s hardwood floor would look like a sine wave from all of the bouncing.
Sam Hunt - "Break Up In A Small Town"
Last night I went to a Lady Antebellum concert for the sole purpose of seeing Sam Hunt live. He was opening for them at the earliest slot, and a good portion of the amphitheatre had yet to be filled when he took the stage. Nonetheless, Hunt came out and tore shit apart, at one point leaping over the barrier to go out and mingle with the throngs of people, security be damned. I haven't had that much fun at a concert since I started doing this professionally, and I'm not sure if that says more about how jaded i've become or how great Sam Hunt is live. The highlight of the night came when Hunt covered "Marvin's Room" over top of the beat from Beyonce's "Ghost" as the interlude for "Break Up In A Small Town," giving me all of the feels in the world by appealing to my inner basic bro. Sam if you're reading this for some reason and you're still in Toronto let's hang out. Please.
Mitski - "Francis Forever"
I feel like I've been waiting for Mitski's music my entire life. The Brooklyn songwriter's searing folk anthems pump poetic sentiment into roaring, 90s, alt-rock aggression that builds itself up only to topple over because that is the point. Her songs walk you to the very edge of the abyss and makes you stare straight into it. I caught her set this past weekend at Northside Festival and cried during the whole damn thing. Every one of her songs (including a One Direction cover) rips into emotions you didn't even know you had. There is simply no one like her. You're welcome in advance.
Wings - "Arrow Through Me"
A friend of mine has been neck deep in the Wings discography all month and slowly dragging me in too. I know my way around Paul's solo work barring a lot of the records history has deemed for whatever reason to be disreputable. So when my buddy introduced a forgotten 1979 Wings single to me as "the grandaddy of 'Hold On, We're Going Home'" last week, I sneered first, but then played the song to find out that a.) he's right and b.) it's dope. Paul got weird as fuck at the end of the 70s (the single after this one's "Wonderful Christmastime," and "Temporary Secretary" was only a year off), and the genius of the period is how unafraid he was to slap together ridiculous sounds and see what developed. The flatulent keys, the metallic drums, the hyped-up horn section, the earnest-bordering-on-parodic lead vocal, none of it is supposed to work. I love it.
Billy Joel - "The Longest Time"
Billy Joel the gawd MC.