Carly Rae Jepsen
“I Really Like You”
Tom Hanks hasn’t been very wacky lately. And I’m not talking Toy Story wacky or Larry Crowne wacky. For a lot of viewers, it’s hard to imagine Hanks as anything other than “a super serious actor” taking on “super serious film projects,” but you could say he was the Will Ferrell or perhaps the Ryan Reynolds of the mid-to-late 1980s, starring in a series of totally okay, forgettable comedies (The Money Pit, anyone?). Since then, he’s tackled the occasional prestige picture (Captain Phillips) with middling vanity projects (The Terminal for fuck’s sake??), but thanks to Carly Rae Jepsen and her soon to be unavoidable “I Really Like You,” Hanks is back, baby! And for those who think I’m gonna merely expound upon T-Bone’s bizarre late career path, think again: I’m pretty into Carly Rae’s vibe. Her first album, Kiss, is damn good (“Tiny Little Bows” and “This Kiss” are my jams!), and her next one will probably be damn good, too. Throw this one on at 4:30 on a Friday, when you are ready to cruise into the weekend.
Oh, hey, Justin Bieber makes a cameo, too!
Meanwhile, Yahoo just premiered a SECOND video for the song, which you can watch here.
• Carly Rae Jepsen: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000158
Who’s Gonna Get Fucked First?
Father, founder of Awful Records (one of our favorite labels) and one certifiably sick motherfucker, has just released 32 minutes of “pure, unfiltered debauchery,” as he calls it. Who’s Gonna Get Fucked First? follows last year’s breakthrough mixtape, Young Hot Ebony (which contained one of my favorite songs of 2014, “Look At Wrist”), and it features 12 new tracks, the majority of which he produced himself. Guests include Ethereal, Abra, Richposlim, Slug Christ, KeithCharles Spacebar, and more.
Now, time to answer the album’s question:
And for those of you into big brands and long lines, be sure to check out Father’s shows at SXSW.
• Father: http://fatheraintshit.com
Chief Keef & Andy Milonakis
“G L O G A N G”
Just when you thought Chief Keef couldn’t get any weirder, he goes and gets weirder. Following yesterday’s unlikely collaboration between Glo Gang rapper Ballout and Sad Boyz member Yung Lean, Chief Keef plucks Andy Milonakis (best known for The Andy Milonakis Show on MTV) out from
“someone’s pussy” the Kroll Show and gets #3hunna with him in the video above. Surreal.
Also catch Andy on Sosa’s latest mixtape, Sorry for the Weight, which made our Favorites Mixtapes feature last month.
• Chief Keef: http://www.chiefkeef.com
“Black Moon Days”
“Apprehending abstraction in Robertson’s music is similar to apprehending it in her paintings: at first you don’t see it at all, or you think it crude or forced, until finally you’ve fallen into it and can’t get out.”
Although I’m not familiar with Robertson’s paintings, I saw my own process of artificial dislike give way to embracing the music’s meta-elegance while watching her video for “Black Moon Days,” directed by Jasper Baydala.
Will heard Joni in her melancholic delivery – a fleeting reference – as Joanne’s specific affect strips the legendary songstress’ acrobatic delivery down into haunting phrases that meditate on the sincerity of its embodied medium. Yet, perhaps it was the Charlie Kaufman-esque imagery of the video that brought back visions of 2007, a reference that transformed her melody to evoke a forgotten love for folk heroes like Vashti Bunyan and Karen Dalton. Robertson’s approach to the “classic” as it relates to white female emotionalism is not an act of desecration, but one of interfacing with a medium that has been consistently depreciated through our own inattentive attitude to its text.
It’s in that spirit that Robertson succeeds in crafting moments of strained quietude in our otherwise suffocating discourse.
• Feeding Tube Records: http://feedingtuberecords.com
My friend fears the blades of wind turbines. Their sole purpose, he claims, is chop the heads off of humans dropped from aircraft. Here, in Thomas Brinkmann’s “Agent Orange,” I find it hard not to hear a soundtrack to this execution, my friend’s fear.
The nerves of repetition. The spinning blade pushing forceful air. The oscillations of both blade and aircraft. An alarming decrease in cabin air pressure. The migraine before execution, between the last meal and the flipping of the switch. The stout little man inside the kernel, pushing against the cell walls. Modern wind.
I find it hard, also, not to picture US aircraft devastating the Vietnamese landscape with Agent Orange. The thing I find hardest, though, is to believe Editions Mego’s claim that “any associations, emotions and reactions are purely in the reasoning of the listener as the artist makes a strong and deliberate move away from intent.” After all .and. give me a break, the track is called “Agent Orange,” which does not particularly trigger open-ended associations. I find it to be an appropriate title for, as dictated by my emotional reaction, a nerve-wracking track that reminds me of my friend’s fear of blades, among other anxieties and toxins.