Instant Playlist - May 24 2012
U R So Fucked (Dim Mak)
If you think "infected mushroom" sounds like something you’d end up with after a night of arak-fuelled debauchery in Tel Aviv, this filthy-sounding dubstep spine-twister is likely to reinforce that notion.
Hypocritical Kiss (Third Man)
Dropping the guitar and switching off the fuzzbox, the hardest working man in rock ’n’ roll punches in with a piano-powered potshot at trash-talkers who don’t know when to zip their lips. Pissed-off has rarely sounded so beautiful.
Yeah Dats Me (Def Jam)
This amped-up country-rap madness from Mississippi asserts that, yes, it is indeed Big K.R.I.T. Just in case anyone was wondering.
Bathed in Black (Independent)
Over thunder-stomp percussion and strident acoustic guitar, Kim Churchill taps his inner bluesman, letting loose with: "Don’t pity what’s been bathed in black." Given the level of his conviction, we wouldn’t dare.
Junior (Mexican Summer)
Indie-rock fans these days will eat up any lo-fi crap with shitty-sounding guitars and buried vocals, as long as it’s labelled "shoegaze". That said, No Joy is actually damn good at a sound that is becoming ever more tiresome.
Just Listen (Don’t Talk) (Landlocked)
That’s right: sit back, shut up, and roll down the window of that dusty 1972 Chevy pickup truck while Harvest Breed gives a clinic in class alt-country, complete with shimmering organ.
Rusty Chains (Matador)
On your mix tape of the most heartbreaking songs in the world, slot this tearjerker between some Tim Buckley and some Antony and the Johnsons, and you’ve got yourself a sad-sack sandwich.
So Sophisticated (Def Jam)
The fact that Rick Ross looks like the poster boy for Type 2 diabetes casts doubt on all his boasting about the play he’s getting, but give the big guy props for keeping hard-core rap alive in the 21st century.
#1 in Heaven (Ultra)
We have a feeling this synth-pop banger is about someone who died, which means we can’t say anything bad about it. Then again, by that logic we wouldn’t be able to mention how godfuckingawful Jerry Reed’s "Elvis Has Left the Building" is.
Husbands (Pop Noire)
Sure, they do things differently over there in England, but when Savages singer Jehnny Beth says, "My house/My bed/My husbands"—plural!—on this caustic postpunker, you’ve got to wonder just how differently.
Take the Mirror (Deranged)
As singer Mish Way howls like a modern reincarnation of Dinah Cancer (Google it, kids!), White Lung barrels along like an art- punk locomotive about to throw a couple of wheels. Do the smart thing and clear the fucking tracks.