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