To officially launch the start of the new social season, Arts & Crafts will be holding a debutantes ball on September 18 to commensurate Colonel Reginald Drew's coming-of-age son, Kevin Drew. The debs ball will celebrate young Drew's eligibility to be married into the highest circles of the broken socialite scene. As you may remember, last year's debut of Aziz Ansari caused major rifts amongst the indie nobility for his failure to the adhere to the standard attire of dinner-jacket/bow-tie, resulting in his expulsion from the upper echelon of hipster aristocracy and his fall from grace into the crass world of MTV. Let's hope that Drew does not repeat this Faulkneresque episode and is able to retain his position of prestige as an outstanding member of polite society.
The debut of Kevin Drew will also mark the first of presumably many Broken Social Scene Presents... releases. Arts & Crafts has hired the Lafayette Dixieland Band to soundtrack the evening's festivities with selections from Drew's upcoming album, Spirit if....
Drew claims that he has been working on the soundtrack to his coming-out for the past two years, at times being tempted to release various tracks on Broken Social Scene albums or on other BSS solo projects; however, he found his bandmates' projects to be far to pedestrian for his work. Despite this obvious attack on the virtues and social graces of the other broken socialites, bandmate Leslie Feist has lent her talents to the project in hopes of establishing herself as the premier southern bell of the new season.
The September 18 debut of Drew and his first solo album controversially falls one week before the coming out of Vivien Leigh IV, who in response to this social faux-pas is undergoing a smear campaign to discredit Drew's social status by spreading rumors that his album was produced in part by low-culture icons Ohad Benchetrit and Charles Spearin of the tactless rock band, Do Make Say Think.
“What the World/ Needs Now/ Is Vibrators Shaped Like Gorillaz/ Sweet Vibrators Shaped Like Gorillaz”
O Richard Buckner, vast big-hand explorer of men’s souls, troubadour of the half-sentence, vague malaise-meister of bawling baritone balladry, traveling growl of a flannel clad man, palms the size of eagle wings and fingers thick as redwoods. Where is your Laundromat romance, transient blogger of drive-thru travails and motel misdeeds? Who folds your socks and creases your pant legs, solitary peddler of desperation? The slim chance second chance? Pencil sketches of our American truths, wrapped in greasy sandwich paper and munched by lake with a bottle of wine? The Impasse of communication in crisis, the Dents and Shells of faded valentine hearts, the Meadow of iridescent TV dinners. Hard scoop ice cream stacked too tall, inevitably toppling to the sticky tile floor.
All hail the tired tickler of those steel-stringed serenades. No road like open road:
“What the World/ Needs Now/ Is Vibrators Shaped Like Gorillaz/ Sweet Vibrators Shaped Like Gorillaz”
Just in time for a belated Father’s Day gift, Gorillaz co-creator Jamie Hewlett is designing a set of vibrators shaped like his most beloved creations (take that, Jet Girl) as part of a partnership with classy sex toy company JimmyJane, There will be six different designs, priced at $275 each. If just one vibrator shaped like a singing, dancing cartoon character isn’t enough for your insatiable appetite, all six will be available as a lot for the low, low price of $1,650. In case anyone has yet to click on the JimmyJane link, they also deal in “sexy blindfolds,” “luxury vibrators,” and “sexy gifts for her.”
If anyone reading this is considering purchasing one of these, please e-mail me. I have a few important questions regarding one’s ability to attain a lifestyle where they are able to afford sinking around $300 into something that will wind up anywhere near your pleasure regions. I am serious. This is not a pejorative “you are wasting your money” thing. I want sex toys shaped like bands I don’t even like that much. I want the American dream. I want to live like you.
A brief list of Gorillaz song titles that apply to this:
Beastie Boys Announce U.S. Tourdates; Paul Revere to Go with Da’ Boyz and Leave Da’ Honey at Home; Me to Remind Him that If He Had Been a Little More Considerate, It’s Possible He Wouldn’t Now Be Sleeping on the Couch Alone /Jockin’ Mike D. To My Dismay/
Relationship Cycle 1: Paul Revere's thinly-veiled attempt to win over an easy chick:
Paul Revere: The Beasties are coming! The Beasties are coming!
Town honey who enjoys being taken advantage of: OH MY GOD! Are Beastie Boys actually touring? For real? M.C.A. gives me hot pants!
Paul Revere: ...The Beasties are touring! The Beasties are touring!
Town honey who enjoys being taken advantage of: It’s really late, Paul Revere. You and your horse can sleep in my guest room tonight. Deal?
Paul Revere: /One lonely Beastie I be/ All by myself with nobody/.
Town honey who enjoys being taken advantage of: Ahhh! That’s from “Paul Revere.” What a great Beastie jam. Seriously. [Lengthy conversation pause]... M.C.A. gives me hot pants!
Paul Revere: Listen, I didn’t want to tell you, but their song, “Paul Revere” -- it’s about me. I inspired it. Seriously. It’s about me.
Town honey who enjoys being taken advantage of: Oh...
Paul Revere: Any other townsmen would have rode over here and used that to try to get in your pants. I’m just not like that, baby. I’m not like the others.
Town honey who enjoys being taken advantage of: Gee, Paul, given the lyrical content of the song, that doesn’t really add up. I mean, the title of the song is “Paul Revere,” but I’m pretty sure Paul Revere is cited as the name of Mike D.’s horse briefly and nothing more comes of the reference. Yeah... the title was “Paul Revere” though... [Weighs options of vapid loneliness versus option to do it with Paul Revere].
So... um... It was way valiant of you to ride by my house to tell me about the tour. Way valiant.
Relationship Cycle 2: Two Weeks Later, The couple snuggles up to When Harry Met Sally:
Town honey who enjoys being taken advantage of: I just know you’ll love When Harry Met Sally, Paul Revere. I just know it.
Paul Revere: ...
Town honey who enjoys being taken advantage of: Billy Crystal gives me hot pants!
Paul Revere: ...
Relationship Cycle 3: It’s not you, It’s me:
Town honey who enjoys being taken advantage of: So, the Beastie Boys concert is in a few days.
Paul Revere: Yeah, honey, I’m excited. Get me a Sam Adams.
Town honey who enjoys being taken advantage of: I think you’re taking advantage of me. [Brings over his beer like a good girlfriend.]
Paul Revere: ...THIS ISN’T SUMMER ALE, BITCH! I THOUGHT I SAID I ONLY DRINK SUMMER ALE THIS SEASON...
Town honey who enjoys being taken advantage of: You getting mad gives me hot pants!
Paul Revere: STOP SAYING THAT. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, STOP SAYING THAT!
Town honey who enjoys being taken advantage of: WELL I’M SORRY IF YOU’RE NOT SATISFYING MY NEEDS, BUT JESUS, PAUL REVERE! I DON’T KNOW WHY THE BEASTIES WOULD EVER NAME A SONG AFTER YOU!
Relationship Cycle 4: Two minutes later; Paul Revere has had it:
Paul Revere: Yeah, I’m taking your ticket for the concert. Deal with it. My friends want to see Beasties doing their hip-hop thing. Not like the instrumental shit going down in The Mix Up. But I bet that pending album release gives you hot pants, doesn’t it? I bet The Mix Up gives you hot pants! Go buy it June 26! June 26, your pants will be on fire, that’s a promise! Go buy your own tickets!.
BEASTIE BOYS SPREADING HOT PANTS LIKE WILDFIRE; U.S. TOURDATES:
"Conservation is... economically better for everyone else concerned,” says my homeboy Rick Kempler, the 100% biodegradable COO of the Capitol Music Group. Yep, the major labels are going greener than a first-year mechanical engineering student from Billings. Only problem is there are so many ways in which our chums are saving the world, I almost don’t know where to start with the good news!
Maybe I’ll kick off with EMI’s overhauling of its transportation policies. This includes the introduction of hybrid vehicles throughout the entire organization, setting minimum numbers for people per car, and so on. No more chartered ICBMs for you to visit the U.S., Lily Allen! EMI also worked to enviromentalize its Grammy party this year. This, I’m thinking, would probably involve making sure the charlie on offer was like totally organic and pure, yeah? Sweet.
Warner, bless the company, is “exploring” the impact of reducing the carbon footprint of its various office buildings. But these guys at Warner don’t just think the think and talk the talk, they actually prefer to walk the fucking Olympic 50km walk. Warner has already “cut back” on paper-based marketing and has done something which will likely reduce your brain to a little more than a bloody pulp reminiscent of strawberry jam mushed up with mashed banana...
... Prepare yourselves:
Warner Music Group has taken the near-cataclysmic step of phasing out ALL printers in its organization that cannot handle the stress of double-sided copies. I’m not kidding. Every last one of those prehistoric Epsons is motherfucking landfill toast! The revolution appears to have finally arrived. (The next move in the overhaul of the established order is rumored to involve obliterating all printers that can’t handle more than two pages per sheet. Just a rumor, though.) Warner greened up its Grammy party, too. Where was my double-sided invite, huh? The ticker symbol is WMG for those of you who are sane enough to sell up NOW.
But perhaps the most egregious ‘initiative’ being put forward as an example of the industry’s greening is Universal. The company has reduced its waste production fall from nearly 11,000 tonnes in 2004 to nearly 500 this year. WOW! Its carbon dioxide production has dropped by nearly 55 million tonnes in the same period, a reduction of nearly 80%. WOW! And its water consumption has also plummeted. WOW! And HOW? Well, the company has cited a number of “in-house conservation and recycling programs”... ah, and the fact that Universal no longer manufactures any of its own product. Yep, Universal sold the whole manufacturing side of its business off and dumped its shit elsewhere. Probably somewhere unfortunate in the Midwest. I’m guessing that this particular act has had just a little more impact on its environmental figures than encouraging its lackies to recycle their soda cans and produce margin projections on both sides of a piece of paper.
See? It’s not just digipacks.
Have you had your morning coffee today?
If not, you might as well save yourself that awkward trip to the break room past all of those co-workers whose names you still don’t know and just gas yourself up on the sugary fumes of British Six-piece Red Bull junkies The Go! Team (now with more B-50!)
Granted, it’s been a little while since these experts of exclamations have raised our sagging eyelids and graced the indie-rock news piles, following the remarkable success of their generally loved if not somewhat controversial debut long-player Thunder, Lightning, Strike (TMT Review) for Memphis Industries and subsequent re-release on Columbia here in the U.S. (minus most of the cool samples). But after a few scant spring dates in the U.K. and tour-only/live bonus-disc EPs, the jubilant juveniles are back with a new U.S. label and deviant plans to keep us all forever awake with their undoubtedly spastic sophomore LP this fall.
Their dark, aromatic, double-tall, non-fat new album Proof of Youth will be released by the Seattle-based Sub Pup label on September 11 of this year. No tracklist for the LP itself has surfaced as of yet, probably because the band hasn’t thought of enough '80s action movie phrases yet, but we can tell you that two new caffeine-infused singles, "Grip Like A Vice" and "Doing It Right," will be made available via Memphis Industries (still the Team's U.K. label) on July 2 and September 3, respectively, just to get rid of those killer withdrawal headaches we’ve been having. According to the band’s website, “Grip Like a Vice” will also include B-side “Myself,” a cover of Sonic Youth’s “A Bull in the Heather,” and a track remix by Black Affair (Beta Band’s Steve Madson’s new thang). I’m feeling more invigorated already.
"We are thrilled to welcome the Go! Team to Sub Pop," said Sub Pop's A&R rep Susan Busch. "They add yet another sound to our label that is nothing like anything else we have on the roster but at the same time they're a perfect fit. I am sure the release of Proof Of Youth will bring many exciting opportunities for the band as well as the label."
Sounds about right. “Exciting” and exclamation points go hand-in-hand, you know. But while we’re waiting for those perky purveyors of Saturday morning cartoon theme songs for shows that never were, I guess we’re all going to have to bite the bullet and wake up the old fashioned way...
Montreal's The Besnard Lakes may have come late to the Canadian lovefest that the U.S. of Indie has been taking part in for the better part of five years, but they have certainly made their presence known. And the band, led by partners-in-life Jace Lasek & Olga Goreas, achieved this not by forming a large band (six people seems reasonable to me)1 , being served a C&D by James Murphy2, or stealing some guy's basketball3. With an appropriately titled album, Are The Dark Horse (Jagjaguwar), filled with, at times, noir, orchestral, pastoral, and bombastic sounds, the band has garnered them slow but steady love and praise.
The group formed in 2001, releasing their first LP, Volume 1, two years later. Since then, Lasek has produced many notable Canadie (coined by me, I think, right now) bands, including Stars, The Dears, and Wolf Parade. Following the February release of ATDH, the band has been touring around the globe, and they are set to begin another jaunt in a couple weeks. The Lakes are playing the States in mid July, with a preamble starting in the band's homeland Wednesday. The American leg has the band playing shows with Les Savy Fav and Dirty On Purpose, as well as fellow country people Land of Talk and Handsome Furs.
Soon after the tour, the group plans on releasing a 12-inch single for "Casino Nanaimo." While Side A is the title track, Side B holds "Devastation (alternate version)," the original nine-minute, unedited demo version found on TBL's latest LP. Look for the 12-inch on Jagjaguwar September 11, and look for the dates of the tour below.
@ Les Savy Fav + Land of Talk
# Dirty on Purpose
^ Handsome Furs
1 I was thinking Broken Social Scene
3 The Arcade Fire
Peter Bjorn and John (PB & J) To Tour; PB & J Fight PBR with Actual PB & Js, Get Pb (Lead) Poisoning; PBS Says, “Both Go Great with Milk”
Peter is a keen-looking twenty-something on the verge of a big break. Sometimes when he’s lonely, he’ll put ocean sounds on the HiFi, but most of the time, he just concentrates on his sweater collection. He’s got red ones, blue ones, a few argylls, even a sweater printed like dollar bills. When he goes on dates, he sometimes glides his hands over the soft fabric of his sweaters and stares blankly into the distance. A girl he used to know always said it was cute, but these days he’s just worried about getting left with the check. It’s already happened twice, and he’s running out of money -- which he needs to buy more sweaters.
Bjorn suspects that Peter’s sweater collection is getting out of hand. He really wants to have an intervention, to point out that there’s more to being fashionable and young than sweaters, but it’s really just an excuse to try out this great recipe for taco dip he just found. He’s never told anyone this, but during the summer, when the cottonwood trees shed their fluffy white seeds like snow across the lawn, he’ll sit inside with the air conditioning turned way up and try on sweaters from his own collection. He keeps the sweaters hidden inside his upright piano.
John studies chemical engineering at a university and hates how Peter and Bjorn always bicker about sweaters while he’s trying to study. John has vowed never to own a sweater. And not only does he shun sweaters, he doesn’t care about the young folks, old folks, our folks, or anybody talking ‘bout any of those folks’ styles. It’ll be a long tour for John.
Peter Bjorn and John all come from Sweden, and they all clearly love festivals, but leave your sweaters at home, kids (at least until September); it’s summertime:
06.23.07 - Vienna, Austria – Donau Festival
06.29.07 – Stockholm, Sweden – Accelerator Festival
07.01.07 – Istanbul, Turkey – Radar Live
07.05.07 – Kristiansand, Norway – Quart Festival
07.06.07 – Roskilde, Denmark - Roskilde Festival
07.07:07 – Evreux, France – Les Rock Dans Tous Ses Etats
07.21.07 – Valencia, Spain – Benicassim Festival
07.22.07 – Gurten, Switzerland – Gurten Festival
07.27.07 – Berlin, Germany – Berlin Festival
07.29.07 – Niigata, Japan – Fuji Rock
07.31.07 - Los Angeles, CA - Henry Fonda Theater
08.01.07 - San Diego, CA - House of Blues
08.02.07 - Salt Lake City, UT - Gallivan Center #
08.03.07 - Chicago, IL - TBA - Lollapalooza aftershow
08.04.07 - Baltimore, MD - Pimlico Race Course - Virgin Festival
08.05.07 - Chicago, IL - Union Park - Lollapalooza
08.16.07 – Saint-Malo, France - La Route du Rock Festival
08.19.07 – Cologne, Germany – c/o Pop Festival
08.24.07 – Leeds, England – Leeds Festival
08.25.07 – Brighton, England – Concorde 2
08.26.07 – Reading, England – Reading Festival
08.26.07 – London, England – Get Loaded in the Park Festival
09.06.07 - New York, NY – Roseland
09.07.07 - Boston, MA - The Roxy
09.08.07 - Montreal, Quebec - Osheaga Festival
09.09.07 - Toronto, Ontario - Virgin Festival
09.11.07 - Carrboro, NC - Cat's Cradle
09.12.07 - Atlanta, GA - Variety Playhouse
09.14.07 - Austin, TX - Austin City Limits
09.18.07 - San Francisco, CA - The Warfield
09.19.07 - Portland, OR - Crystal Ballroom
09.20.07 - Seattle, WA – Showbox
09.21.07 - Vancouver, British Columbia - Commodore Ballroom
09.24.07 - Minneapolis, MN - First Avenue
# Apostle of Hustle
It’s Good News. Baby, It’s Good News: Rilo Kiley Set Release for Under the Blacklight and I’m Going to Leak the Album in This Article!
Love them or hate them, they will still bend genres like robots under a bridge and melt melodies into euphonious pop ballads. Rilo Kiley will deliver their fourth album, Under the Blacklight, on August 21, bringing us a little more rock than previous efforts. So don't entirely expect more of Jenny Lewis' country twang of Rabbit Fur Coat or Blake Sennett's Elliott Smith-inspired vibrations thought up in The Elected's Sun, Sun, Sun. Since side projects are out of the way, it is time to return to form.
Also being the band's first major label release on Warner, Under the Blacklight was produced by Mike Elizondo and Jason Lader. The album will presumably follow the darker side of Rilo Kiley's Los Angeles life and home, according to a spokesperson. Along with the major label debut, the band may once again be placed in the spotlight, as Sennett (Boy Meets World, Salute Your Shorts) and Lewis (Troop Beverly Hills, Pleasantville) were both previous child actors. But who gives a Joey The Rat's ass anyway about the band's past. New listeners will be much more adapted to Rilo Kiley's sound once they get over the fact they will never find Jenny Lewis in Pleasantville and that Tobey Maguire has always been a bad actor.
As for the album, I'm sure many fans are already sneakily awaiting a giant leak to spread across the internets like gonorrhea throughout Paris Hilton's pristine female prison facility. For those of us who can wait, we can only speculate the title and mysterious tracklisting. Is the title referring to the times my father would raid my room with a blacklight in search of any "male activity" (Yes, just like that dumb, old MTV show Room Raiders)? Is the song "Breakin' Up" about the time Jenny Lewis and I had to call off our fantasized relationship, due to our age difference and uncontrollable lust? Is "Smoke Detector" about a device that prevents fires? And most importantly is "Angel Hung Around" about the now deceased, but always well-"hung," Ronald Reagan (God knows we, TMT Staff, mourn him everyday)?
Sweet-ass buffalo tits! I cannot wait. I'm going to search for the album and download it somewhere.... okay, done... now I must leak the album myself. Here you go TMT readers:
This has gotten out of hand; Blacklight tracklist:
They kick around the bottom of your car until you break them beyond repair and throw them out of your window where they lay until a colorful homeless character or loveable street urchin picks them off the concrete and places them on his or her forehead with a defiant middle finger of rebellion which will be their style trademark until they die. Where was I? Oh, Ray-Bans, those most revered of worldly objects. Without them, most Hollywood movie posters wouldn’t be the same (what would the seductive, sly minx cover halves of their eyes with?). Without them, CSI Miami’s David Caruso wouldn’t have a reliable prop to swipe off his face every time a particularly difficult line of dialogue has him beat. Without them, the owner of the Sunglass Hut chain of mall kiosks (allegedly a Señor Sunny Hutt) and many market stall scammers would take a huge hit in sales and would have to rely on paying the rent with cheap foldable Ferrari mirror shades. Without them, colossal wussies the world over, from Corey Feldman to Freddie Prinze, wouldn’t even dream of attempting to front with a tough-guy stance.
Ray-Ban, makers of the things that hang from the neck-hole of your Ron-Jon surf shirts, have teamed up with MySpace (we are posting a helpful link here because we are well aware that most people have never ever heard of MySpace), the web-based social networking site that isn’t Facebook, to present a battle-of-the-bands contest with entrants competing for the ultimate prize of performing at the Rolling Stone 40th Anniversary party in Las Vegas and at a SXSW Ray-Ban party. The sunglasses king will be offering free downloads from Tokyo Police Club and Mando Diao and personalized web pages as part of this promotion and contest as well.
[Because we always have the inside scoop on these sorts of industry and commercial product tie-in type things, rumors are swirling around the celebrity gossip toilet bowl that Tom Cruise -- the ultimate Ray-Ban icon ("wayfarers" in Risky Business, "aviators" in Top Gun, ‘nuff said!) -- will appear at one emerging artist’s doorstep with holsters full of Mrs. Butterworth’s and Molly McButter to personally feed the lucky so-and-sos an arm-length stack of flapjacks while he reads the Ray-Ban bio, using all of the accents he has perfected as a method actor of the stage and silver screen for more than 20 years now! You’ll get Tom with his “OI’m oireesh” Far and Away brogue reciting the early history of Ray-Ban’s traveling hucksters peddling hand-made sunglasses made from coathangers and wax paper from village to village in the old country (Reseda, CA). The rest of the story will be told using his Jerry Maguire voice, which is actually his regular speaking voice and the one he uses for every role he has ever done, except in the aforementioned garbage Far and Away movie.]
We love promotional contest bullshit here at TMT so we think you should enter this contest and make both the floundering Ray-Ban and MySpace companies happy. The contest was scheduled to start June 15, but I can’t for the life of me find an appropriate info and entry link. Too bad too, because I was primed to ask people to click on "this flash splash trash right hizz-ash!" Regardless, if instant and fleeting pseudo-celebrity is what you crave, you will be able to find the details soon enough. Never pretend. Never be afraid. Never give up. Never Hide. Buy more Ray-Bans! Surf Myspace! Buy more Ray-Bans! Watch MySpace! Buy more Ray-Bans! Love MySpace! Buy more Ray-Bans! Live MySpace! Buy more! More! More! More! Bleeeaaarrrgghhh... drool... puke....