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remind me never to post after i've taken an ambien.

don't you keep throwing around the word twee, bloggers. you're going to fill up my hard drive faster than chris henry fell out of the back of that truck. too soon? i'm sorry. did you hear how fast the truck was going when he fell out? about ochocinco. chris henry for fantasy sleeper of 2010. calm down guys, he wasn't that great of a receiver; middle of the road at best.

We All Have Hooks For Hands - The Shape of Energy

Cage - Hell's Winter

I've been neglecting this for a while now. I've been playing a lot of MW2 and Fall Out (yes, I love video games) and haven't touched my laptop for nearly a week. I left the house to go see Raekwon the 11th, but that's about it. Having a stomach flu and an XBox in the same house is dangerous. But tonight I'm going up to Chapel Hill to see Cage. He's, hands down, my favorite rapper. Reminiscent of El-P, his lyrics focus on drug addiction, his violent childhood, and depression. OMFG IT FEELS LIKE HE'S TALKING ABOUT MY LIFEEEEE! I'm about to take a nap.

Per Wiki: "Palko was born in Würzburg, Germany to American parents. His father, Bill Murray, was stationed on a West German military base as a member of the military police.^[1] Palko lived there until the age of four when Murray was dishonorably discharged for selling and using heroin, and the family was sent back to the United States where they lived in Middletown, New York. Murray would often force Palko to pull homemade tourniquets around his arm as he injected heroin. At the age of eight, Palko's father was arrested during a standoff with state troopers after threatening his family with a shotgun.^[2][3] By the time Palko was kicked out of high school, his mother had remarried twice, and he was beaten by his stepfather. Palko began using LSD, mescaline, cannabis and alcohol, and was sent to live with his uncle on a German military base, where he was beaten and sent home after a year.
Palko was arrested several times for drug possession and fighting in the streets. When he faced jail time for violating probation, his mother convinced the judge that he was mentally unstable, and he was sent to the Stoney Lodge psychiatric hospital for a two week evaluation. He eventually ended up staying in the hospital for eighteen months, where he was a part of a small group used to test fluoxetine.^[3][4] After being misdiagnosed and placed on the drug, he became suicidal and made several attempts to kill himself, including hanging himself with his shoelaces and saving his lithium dose for a month before ingesting all of them at once.^[2][3] He was illegally restrained over twenty times for periods of up to thirteen hours at a time by straitjacket and ten point bed restraints.^[1][3"

Cage - Hell's Winter

Princeton - Cocoon of Love

Princeton - Cocoon of Love

sorry guys, i'm still not feeling too hot. saw princeton live and thought they had real potential. they sound like a less polished SSLYBY or vampire weekend. i hate pigs.

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best coast - where are the boys?

Lady Gaga - The Fame Monster

Lady Gaga - The Fame Monster

Gotta respect this woman.

Oh No! Oh My!

I know they changed their name in favor to drop the punctuation (unlike Panic! At the Disco, who changed their name twice and ended up at the beginning again), but the album released with the exclamation marks along with the name being printed like that on the cover. ANYWAYZ, the whole album is filled with "folk" songs that you can...dance to! Many times I find myself trying to put together a top ten favorite songs list, and the only song I can count on putting at number one is I Love You All the Time. I dare you to listen to that song at full blast in a car and not sing along. Indie pop at it's finest.




Oh No! Oh My! - S/T

The Love Language

Still battling the flu of swine, so I'm going to keep this short. I met Stu and Jordan in my Current Events class in my freshmen year of high school while they were seniors. We were down and I've jammed with them on a few occasions, but I never had an idea that these guys would blow up and become the indie darlings they are today. P4K (all hail) gave their debut a 7.4 and heaps of praise have come from other various media outlets. I've seen these guys more than any other band. Whenever they play in town or in the Triangle (Chapel Hill, Durham, Raleigh), I'm sure to be at the show, singing along with every word. It's always a great show and never disappoints even a veteran LL fan such as myself.

The music is the brainchild of Stuart McLamb. He's backed by a group of friends whom include his enormously tall and multi-instrumentalist brother, Jordan, the beautiful ladies on keyboard(s), Missy and Kate, and the guitar/bass and drums of Junis, Josh, and Tom. The sound is uniquely their own, a blend of indie pop and balladry akin to Ray Orbinson. Can't wait to hear more from these guys. A fun little side-note: when asked about the infusion of lo-fi production into the indie sound, Stu responded with, "[sic] I never meant to make a lo-fi album. I thought I was the greatest producer in the world!"




The Love Language - S/T

I've been out of it for a while with the good ol' H1N1, but I took enough quaaludes that I barely feel anything and I put together a quick, ten song list of my favorite songs from this Noshavember (worst idea ever). The list isn't in any kind of order, but here we go...

David Bowie (Save Us All) - The Modern Electric
Adrian Blues - The Novel Ideas
Chillin (Feat. Lady Gaga) - Wale
Strange Love - Sonny & the Sunsets
Black In the Sun Room - Zoos of Berlin
The Best Treasure Stays Buried - The Android Angels
Better Times - Beach House
Harry Partch-MM2 Mst - Beck
Die Young - The Danks

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fuck football i hate it

Nothing worse than being sick during Thanksgiving. Gotta stay up for some sweet Black Friday deals. Don't judge me.



DJ N-Wee presents Pavement/Jay-Z - The Slack Album


Found this album a few months ago, but it was FLAC and I don't think people give a shit about FLAC, so I didn't think anything of it. It's sweet as hell. I'd prefer if there were a little more Pavement, but it's still sick. Zurich Your Shoulder and Two States' Public Service Announcement are, hands down, my favorites. Major props for sweetest album cover ever.

Shugo Tokumaru - EXIT

"Shugo Tokumaru is a multi-instrumentalist creating childlike yet beautiful melodies on a variety of instruments ranging from bells to bongos, glokenspiels to guitars. He produces his own brand of indie-experimental-pop and he plays in the group Gellers on guitar and backup vocals." - Lasty

I'm tired of these little teenage girls saying, "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH i luv da beestie boyz! i luv brass munkey! lol!" I'm going through my iTunes (mac holla) while I play NBA 2k10 and I realize I don't have enough Beastie Boys in my life. No more talking.



Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill

My favorite part about those full-page quicktime song things is making them play backwards and listening for Satanic messages or gay slurs. Another favorite of mine is Frightened Rabbit. They're one of the few bands whose sophomore album was as great as their debut. The direct lyrics and simple melodies make me realize that I'm a shitty musician and can't put together a song that is so...simple. Neither do I have the velvety voice of Scott Hutchinson. Anywayz, their new album, The Winter of Mixed Drinks, drops in March 2010, but trust you me, I'll have that shit in your grubby little paws by January.


Frightened Rabbit - Living In Colour
Frightened Rabbit - Nothing Like You

And for the album of the day, I leave you with Beck's Midnite Vultures. It just got re released or some shit that prompted me to listen to it again. It's a fucking masterpiece guys. Your eyes will blow up. I don't know why, but they will. Your ears will strangely be fine.



Beck - Midnite Vultures

Coincidentally (you jabronis need to learn the difference between irony and coincidence), I got into Beck because of my first friends in North Carolina. They adopted me and threw me into the foray that is indie music. Starting with the Arcade Fire, I stopped listening to shitty music (The Darkness comes to mind). Anywhom, they hooked me up with Midnite Vultures. And today, aforementioned friends (now my heterosexual life partners) are back in town. We'll probably just play Super Smash Bros, but that's a good day in my book. Enjoy!

OHOHOHOHOHOH ANDDDDDDDD here's Beck's tribute to Harry Partch/slap in the face to that dude from the Fiery Furnaces. Way better than that Radiohead junk. It's actually done in the 43 tones that Partchy Partch used in his music.

Beck - Harry Partch

Two Blogs In One Day? YES!

I've decided I'm a rebel and I'm going to write what's on my mind occasionally. It may be about music. It may be about sports. It may be about how fucking itchy my neckbeard is during Noshavember. (it's really bad) Maybe I'll bitch about my life. That's probably the most popular topic for me. I'll always try to add an album, though.

This time I will relate to you my tale of how I discovered Okkervil River. I was born and raised in New Hampshire and was going back during Christmas vacation to see friends and family, but it pretty much ended up just being me playing Earthworm Jim in my bed because of the snow. Big deal. Well, when I reach the airport to go back home to North Carolina (you guys are totally going to rape me), the dude who checked in my bag told me, "Oh, Mr. Knoblauch, your flight seemed to leave at 8am this morning." Well shit. I asked him what I could do seeing as I had no money or a cell phone. His answer was that I could wait until 3pm when the next flight to Charlotte was. Man, I had 5 hours to kill in an airport with no money, no cell phone, no laptop. Okay, I'll take a nap on this uncomfortable bench with 5lbs of gum stuck the bottom. As I began to drift off listening to the sounds of screaming children and old people complaining, the baggage guy runs over to me and literally shakes me awake. Apparently, my flight was to take off in less than ten minutes. I get into a full-on sprint to security, hoping there would be a minimal amount of people in line, but alas, there was like ten school buses worth of ugly women and impatient businessmen. This was not a group that would take kindly to me cutting to the front of the line. As I stated earlier, I am a rebel. I pulled a Glen Davis (skip to 1:19) and got my way to the front of line. Of course, once I go through the security gate, I set off something. It may have been my bomb belt or the grenades I had in my bag, but I had to go through this thing like five times before it shut it's gate mouth. Getting the gate was relatively easy; only a half mile sprint. I get onto the plane itself and look at my ticket to see that I have the 4th seat. Sweet! I sit down and pull out my book (Fountainhead. Yeah, I was a budding capitalist Objectivist bitch at the age of 15). As soon as I open the first page, some old bitch, who coincidentally looked like Ayn Rand, throws a hissy fit. "This young hooligan has procured my seat in a fashion which is most undesirable!" We compare tickets and both of them seem identical. We call over the stewardess and she points out that I indeed have seat 14 and the 1 blended in with the line. Whatever, I'm not going to argue.

Okay, this story is literally not even half over and I'm gonna go to bed. I'll finish it tomorrow.

I'll leave you guys with my second favorite album, and where my blog's title comes from.



The Billionaires - Really Real For Forever

An Appropriate Introduction

To start out this fantastic blog, I've decided to lead off with my person favorite album of all time. From For Real, to Black, to Song of Our So-Called Friends, to the closing A Glow, the album keeps my attention no matter how many times I listen to it.

As for the blog itself, it's going to be another one of those cliché music blogs where I post obscure albums in order to make you feel inadequate in front of my indie prowess. On the other hand, I'll be posting albums that are great, regardless if they're topping the charts or playing in their mother's basement. I mean, shit, the Kaiser Chiefs are sweet as fuck.

Bands that are not sweet as fuck: Animal Collective.

Bands that can go fuck themselves: Animal Collective

Bands that have ruined more friendships than anything else: Animal Collective.

I loathe AC and what they stand for; the hacky sack kicking, Live Strong bracelet wearing, Oakland Raider Randy Moss jersey wearing bros. Once Delta Theta Ki are done listening to OK Computer, they find their Here Comes the Indian and pop another adderall for their big Current Events paper the next day.

Okkervil River - Black Sheep Boy