Psst...

Psssssssssssssst!!!

Hey, YOU!

Shhhhhhh... listen up, son: You didn’t hear it from me, but Icelandic musical mess-makers Müm just might be tip-toeing across the Atlantic this fall for a clandestine crop of North American anti-shows to support a new top-secret record this fall.

SHHHHHH!!!! I know, I know, that’s amazing news, but KEEP QUIET! Do you wanna blow my cover here?? Don’t say anything to anyone about this, but word on the street is that the timid-voiced, cold-weather collective of hushed post-rock troubadours will release their newest full-length effort of tiny tinklings, Go Go Smear the Poison Ivy, September 24 via FatCat Records. And a little bird told me that the album was recorded at a variety of locations, including the music school in the small fishingtown of Ísafjörður in the west fjords of Iceland, where the band made use of the schools various instruments. But again, don’t tell anyone I told you.

Although the band is now seven members strong, the new album and tour will mark the first time Müm will appear without longtime member Kristín Anna Valtýsdótti (a.k.a. Kria Brekkan), who you may recall recently snuck-off with husband and fellow out-freaker Avey Tare of Animal Collective to make some nifty backwards music together. With seven members, though, it’s a wonder how these guys can keep anything quiet these days...

Hey, think you can keep another secret? Okay then. Come closer: the typically-fancifully-titled LP may or may not be quietly preceded by the single “They Made Frogs Smoke Till They Exploded,” which FatCat describes as a “chirpy song about animal cruelty.” Let’s just pray that “chirpy” doesn’t mean “loud.”

But either way, if you live near one of these cities, you’d better keep your lips zipped, put on your best disguise, and tip-toe your way down to one of these hush-hush venues to catch some of this top secret music for yourself. But let’s get our stories straight first: We’ve never met, I don’t know you, and you’ve never seen me before in your life, got it? Just trust me, don’t say anything to anyone about this shit becau... hey... HEY! Where are you GOING!?!?

It’s a Secret to Everyone:

Marry ME, Annie Clark; St. Vincent To Wed and Tour

An Open Letter To St. Vincent (a.k.a. Ms. Annie Clark):

Ms. Clark... or can I call you Annie?... Annie, I hope this letter finds you well. I'm sure your world is buzzing, what with the release of your debut album rapidly approaching on July 10. But then again, you're no stranger to the music biz (as we like to call it) after the release of The Polyphonic Spree's The Fragile Army, an album on which you played. As an aside, I do have to say I'm very glad you didn't drink the Kool-Aid that Jim Jones -- er, Tim DeLaughter -- had to offer. You're better off on your own than in that sea of robes, anyway.

But with releasing an album, doing press, and touring with Scout Niblett (!), I'll bet your life is going to be pretty hectic. Point being, I want to be your rock. If you accept my proposal and Marry Me, I can prepare us a warm, cozy home for you to return to when all of this brouhaha dies down. I'll water the plants and scramble the eggs, and all you have to do is sing me your beautiful songs when we wake up in the morning. You know what they say: "Behind every great female songstress, there's a great online music news writer." I know in the title track to your album you ask some "John" to marry you, but honestly, what does John have that I don't? An 'h' and an 'n'? Come on! And I know you have a thing for 'J' names, as proven by your work with SufJan Stevens.

Well, Joe here, and I'm ready to settle down. Hit me up.

Sincerely,

Joseph

Marry Me tracklist:

Tourdates:
07.06.07 - Denton, TX - Hailey’s*
07.07.07 - Austin, TX - The Parish*
07.08.07 - Houston, TX - Walter’s*
07.09.07 - New Orleans, LA - The Parish / House of Blues*
07.10.07 - Decatur, GA - Wordsmiths Books In-Store (solo)
07.11.07 - Atlanta, GA - The Earl*
07.12.07 - Asheville, NC - Grey Eagle*
07.13.07 - Chapel Hill, NC - Local 506*
07.14.07 - Washington, DC - The Rock and Roll Hotel*
07.15.07 - Philadelphia, PA - North Star Bar*
07.17.07 - New York, NY - Bowery Ballroom*
07.18.07 - Cambridge, MA - Middle East*
07.19.07 - Montreal, QC - La Sala Rossa*
07.20.07 - Toronto, ON - Horseshoe Tavern*
07.21.07 - Cleveland, OH - Beachland Tavern*
07.22.07 - Chicago, IL - Empty Bottle*
07.24.07 - Minneapolis, MN - 7th Street Entry*
07.25.07 - Omaha, NE - The Waiting Room*
07.26.07 - Kansas City, MO - Record Bar*
07.27.07 - Denver, CO - Hi-Dive*
07.28.07 - Salt Lake City, UT - In The Venue*
07.30.07 - Vancouver, BC - Lamplighter #
08.01.07 - Portland, OR - Doug Fir Lounge#
08.03.07 - San Francisco, CA - Cafe du Nord #%
08.04.07 - Los Angeles, CA - The Echo #
08.05.07 - San Diego, CA - Casbah #
08.07.07 - Phoenix, AZ - Modified #
08.08.07 - Tucson, AZ - Club Congress
08.09.07 - Albuquerque, NM - Launchpad
09.01.07 - Seattle, WA - Bumbershoot

* Scout Niblett

# Death Vessel

% Ferraby Lionheart

Yr Very Own Caribou Transcontinental Migratory Tour Map

Tourdates:

# Born Ruffians

Melody Day, the single EP from the forthcoming Andorra, out on July 10:

1. Melody Day
2. Melody Day (Four Tet remix) featuring Luke LaLonde, Adem and One Little Plane
3. Zoe *

* not on the 7-inch

Aesop Rock Controversially Elects To Release, Rather Than Drop, New Album On August 28

This is what we call investigative journalism. Hearing that Aesop Rock had made his new album None Shall Pass available for a limited-edition pre-order, I hit the Hip-Hop Database forums to see what the kids were saying. Due to the overwhelming ignorance, I planned to change the names to protect identities and maximize hilarity. However, after 15 minutes of struggling to create funny-sounding aliases, I resolved to just imagine this forum bashing occurring at the Doha Extremism Debate... because sloppy political references are funny?

[SIC]

shaykh Hamza Yusuf: heheh you ready? Im'a ghost write for aesop!

platypus splash mercury sting hamburger in in sperm blimp retrospection

crack epileptic stepfather villianous vaginal postal erection

tunafish spongecake japanese head cold balls piece of paper

venereal disease laptop 67 mustang lobster windshield scraper

actually, this shits too good for aesop, half of the time that MF dont even ryhme.

John Esposito (founding director of the Centre for Muslim-Christian Understanding at Georgetown University): yeah right,,
arock is tight...basically..compare YOUR rhymes..on a cassette player..(oh sorry..cd player)..rRIGHT next to his....PROLLEM Solved.///..

Diana Buttu (former spokesperson for the Palestinian Authority): more like asuk rock

Archbishop Desmond Tutu: he's different...he's gonna have haters and homies

For the homies, the disc is available for pre-order now. The first 500 copies will be signed and include stickers and a poster. The title track is available for free download from the Adult Swim/Definitive Jux collaboration Definitive Swim and torrent sites everywhere.

Kindercore Records Is Back; Loves You More Than Your Mom & Dad

Fans of all things twee, fey, and cute: get out those pixie stix and rejoice! Athens, GA-based Kindercore Records is back! Now hold on, you Thurston acolytes & No Fun Fest-ers, don't tune out yet; Kindercore isn't much different from the obscure labels you love today. It too (occasionally) releases ‘albums’ on cassette, just like some of your most beloved limited-edition-friendly labels. Plus, its roster's musical style (mostly fun, bouncy, smart-but-saccharine pop tunes with a fair amount of Brit-inva love) is... well... something most underground music fans can only handle in small doses. On second thought, Kindercore is probably the exact opposite of everything your scratchy, distorted heart holds dear -- no way around it.

During the label's initial run (1996-2003), Kindercore was, at times, ahead of the curve. Kindercore fostered Of Montreal when they were using more guitars than keyboards, and Norway was just a twinkle in Kevin Barnes' eye. They put out the best Essex Green records before Merge jumped on their bandwagon, and I Am The World Trade Center's name was one of the first things to offend overly sensitive “patriots” in the days following September 11, 2001.

After some bad business dealings in its last few years, the label was forced to shutter (against founders Ryan Lewis & Daniel Geller's wishes) by its financial backers. Lewis & Geller only recently were awarded legal rights to the Kindercore name and musical catalog, and decided to bring KR back from the dead. The label plans to sell its catalog on iTunes, while putting out new releases from local groups King of Prussia, Ruby Isle, and USSR. It hopes to provide other kinds of entertainment and info, too, with future plans to release comics (an anthology, The Trouble Revolution, has already been announced) and feature videos, contributions from writers, t-shirt designers, and other surprises on its website. If all that doesn't put a smile on your face, then you probably stopped reading a long time ago.

“A new Sunset Rubdown album is like the bee’s knees and the monkey’s eyebrows rolled into one,” says Sir Cophagus.

Day 14: a Saturday:

I was two weeks into my journey without making any serious headway whatsoever. But I was close. I knew it from the unmistakable scent and sense of wonder I smelt and felt. (If you’re not a true treasure seeker, you wouldn’t possibly know what I’m talking about... and shame on you for thinking you are worth the time and effort to breathe the same air as us exalted archaeologicos. WE are important; you are not.) I was getting paid to search for the mummy of Queen Hatsoffnshutup in what used to be known as Mesopotamia, or “Ol’ Pot” as it is called in the biz. I knew I wouldn’t find the tomb -- I was searching in the wrong area of the continent, and it didn't exist anyway -- but I didn’t want to break the heart of my benefactor, who was a psycho crackpot. He had visions of me unearthing the Queen and him marrying it in a small civil ceremony. But I was hoping to find a few valuable trinkets to flog, so I could rent my sofa bed for another week. Admittedly, I had been going through a rough patch as far as the adventure stakes were concerned.

I mopped my brow with the PVC loin cloth I stole last night off of a beefy stripper at the “Ace Club” after running out on a bill that included three pickled eggs, a quart of lemon gin, and a VIP-room private dance. I smiled briefly before stepping on a loose stone and falling into a dark, shallow pit. I brandished my trusty Zippo and noticed a piece of parchment, possibly goat’s skin, which bore a list of titles or names in thin-ink cursive. It was spotted with what looked to be a three-legged burro’s cum stains (they looked a little like the 1558 map of Italy, around the time of the accession of Elizabeth I).

I hightailed it out of there and quickly returned to my home base to have my efficient office gal Pepita analyze the specimen for identification purposes and possible value. “Hmm,” she began. “It looks newer than the parchment would indicate. Recent, but pre-Paris Hilton jail term period, I reckon. Not my sort of thing, but some people will be excited by this discovery, for certain.”

I knew Pepita’s “thing” quite well, as she plays nothing but ear-splitting, obscure polka around the office. “What is it?” I asked.

“It seems to be a tentative song list for the forthcoming Sunset Rubdown album, Random Spirit Lover. Common sense dictates that the ones in bold are the actual tunes that will find their way onto the album, and the others are some stupid fucker’s joke titles."

“What are the stains?” I queried.

She sighed. “I dunno. Tears of joy from a pathetic indie-rock loser?”

I crumpled up the hide, threw it in the garbage, and stretched. “Alright, do you wanna grab a burrito?” I asked Pepita.

“Nope,” she retorted rather too quickly for my liking. “I’ve decided I’m only going to go out with guys who can actually pay some bills and get it up in the sack.”

I should have known this adventure was going to be a bust.

Possible Random Spirit Lover tracklist, out in October on Jagjaguwar:

The Mending of the Gown

He Had Trombones for Limbs and Dice for Teeth

Magic vs. Midas

Up On Your Leopard, Upon the End of Your Feral Days

For the Doctor Who Used His Saw

The Courtesan Has Sung

Winged/Wicked Things

Colt Stands Up, Grows Horns

Unglue Your hips, Thunderlips

Stallion

Hairshirt vs. Babyskin

For the Pier (and dead shimmering)

The Taming of the Hands that Came Back to Life

(esirper) snaej s’ivoJ noB gniraew saw eh tub rekihhctih eht pu kcip ot tnaw t’ndid I

Settling vs. Rising

Douglas Cee-Dee

Trumpet, Trumpet, Toot! Toot!

Child-Heart Losers

Here Comes Dumb Bum Gibby Gorilla!

  

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