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May 2015
The Weaks
"Bad Year
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On the heels of last year’s, debut EP The World Is A Terrible Place & I Hate Myself And Want To Die, The Weaks, led by a pair of former Dangerous Ponies Chris Baglivo and Evan Bernard, have released their full-length debut Bad Year via Lame-O Records.
 
The record wastes little time jumpstarting into the aptly titled “Kick It,” with its bass-thudding lines rolling into catchy, emotive power-pop mode, cleansed with a bit of synth before unleashing one of the album’s many blasts of guitar solos. “Nevermind” (an homage to Nirvana) reflectively takes the positive spin on a failed relationship, streamlining percolating instrumentation with stable yet aching vocals. The album’s title-track cracks through melancholy with a lyrical disposition harnessing polished twin guitar licks between trudging percussion-led transitions, destined for fiery flashes of solo prowess. With an aggressive, smashing instrumental storm, “Black Box” takes the ball and runs with its relatable crushing narrative, hooking you in as a silky synth slips in amid the treacherous landscape. 
 
“Dysania” is the cup of coffee that pushes the covers off. With its guitar-led jog, loosening into a bass-charging surge, it quickly reaches maximum speed. Tongue-in-cheek earnest yet humorous lyrical tones – “Too much blood for just two hands/and there’s so much shit we’re gonna need two vans” – set the mood whilst sprinkling in clean flares of guitar, maintaining that downhill thrust. The song contextually blends a pent up instrumental energy and memorable vocals to create a natural anthem feel. Turning a leaf, “I Don’t Wanna Be An Anarchist (Anymore)” melds percussion and synth, delivering a sincere yearning for change with that heart-throbbing, interwoven bass-drum combo, adding a real inside-looking-out perspective. 
 
Strumming acoustic guitar and a spacey synth serve as foils in “Welcome To Earth,” zooming in and then peering out in a battle of loneliness and self-exploration, once again enjoying a creative out there spin on a common searching topic. The closing track is another nod & wink to Nirvana and Hop Along frontwoman, “Francis Quinlan Will Have Her Revenge On Philadelphia,” embracing a snarky attitude with matching (rough around the edges) momentum-gathering guitar meets an avalanche of backend, delivering a mixed emotion-filled message “Who’s going to pull your weight if I leave you behind... Please stay with me. 
 
Bad Year embraces its Weezer power-pop influences, allowing listeners to join in on the emotionally personal ups and downs, while still coming away refreshed. It’s another great find for rising Philly indie label, Lame-O Records.

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Coma Figura's bedroom opus

The space between your eyes and your cerebellum; the weird spiraling flesh that juts out the sides of your head, the gateway to your nervous system, has just been filled by Coma Figura. What could be a more soothing intruder than the clean tones and soulful rasp of an Arthur Russell protégé, or the melodic honey drip from A Band of Bees Bee-side? Coma Figura have figured out how to keep it smooth in a Fleetwood Mac ‘Bare Trees’ kind of way, while maintaining the lyrical flips that will keep the listener on the edge of their seat.

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Seattle Deli's Artist of the Month: Cabana

You just found your mom’s mushroom hoard so naturally you steal them, because you don’t really want your mother to be doing mushrooms for fear that she’ll have a bad trip and make you clean your room, even though you’re 28 years old and she really has no authority over you anymore. So you ingest the dang things, choking them down all the way because they’ve been stored next to a bottle of patchouli, and you wait. In the meantime you put on Eric’s Trip and wonder why bands can’t be this good anymore.

All of the sudden you find yourself online, on shrooms, (because it’s 2015 and we don’t go outside anymore) and you start reading the Seattle Deli. You take one look at the banner at the top and you’re all like “who the fuck is Cabana?” So you take a chance and click through. Suddenly, you are sucked into this new ecosystem we’re calling bandcamp, where bands are kings, queens and denizens alike. Where musical theory is the only law and even it can be broken at any moment, and nationwide healthcare means listening binaural beats and a Shepard’s tone.

Meanwhile Eric’s Trip has stopped, but just as suddenly as you clicked through a new song begun -It’s not Eric’s Trip, nor is it the Smashing Pumpkins; it’s not Galaxie 500 either! Your eyes have become deaf and your ears are blind to anything other than this and you’ve become consumed by the new sound that surrounds you: Cabana! And what a glorious sound it is! The guitars are as fuzzy as they are clear, while the vocals make a child of the 90’s want to crawl back into the womb and be reborn so that they can hear those classic songs for the first time again. Thanks to Cabana though we don’t have to do that because they have taken us directly to the 90’s, passing through the Paisley Underground and picking up Jason Spaceman along the way, all while we sit comfortably at home drooling into our macbook retinas.

Blame it on the mushrooms, or blame it on technology, either way if you hadn’t been guided by voices you may have never discovered Cabana. So, thank you oh! Great deities of the Dream Syndicate, for you have guided mine ears to thine great auditory shelter from the coldness of the future of music: ALL HAIL CABANA.

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Julia Shapiro's Slammin' Seattle Mixtape

Seattle's cool-punk sage Julia Shapiro has put together an awesome mix-tape of some of Seattle's finest pre-post-garage-fi-no-drone-outside-wavers. Listen closely and you might hear some of Chastity Belt's subliminal influences shine through; from So Pitted's grimy 'Cure' infection, to TacocaT's fuzzy cat-call sarcasm. Or maybe don't think about it too much and just kick out these jams and have a real cool Monday.

Hippy Shit - Pony Time

Hurt (Closer to P edit) - Punishment

Tell Me - S

I want To Believe - Lisa Prank

Hey Girl - TacocaT

Couches - Wimps

Deep Throat - Stickers

The Sickness - So Pitted

Sequins - VATS

Ghoul - Dude York

Seattle Bands from juliamshapiro on 8tracks Radio.

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Red Ribbon's Euphoric Nu-gaze

Red Ribbon immediately hits with a wave of uncontrollable nostalgia; jarring loose fragments of hazy post-rock idioms that coalesce with the feeling of Codeine rippling over your eardrums. ‘Whatever I can get’ is a melancholic pastiche of the crippling affliction of acquiescence, and while singer Emma Danner yields to what ever she can get, she also warns that “you’re going down with me,” an admonition that is as soothing as it is eerie. Musically, the spindly guitar recalls 'Misery is a Butterfly' era Blonde Redhead, while the rhythm draws inspiration from an anemic Land of Talk rapping on the door to your Memoryhouse.

Find yourself overcome with glowing euphoria tonight with Red Ribbon and more at Vermillion. 8PM. Free.

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