Coachella has become somewhat of a punching bag recently, with websites, this one included, taking aim at the predictable fashion and depressing corporatization of the annual music festival. But we’re sick of all the toxic negativity. Coachella is also a place where talented musicians come to share their art with tens of thousands of spirited young people who are just there to have a good time and listen to some music. So in that spirit, Myles Pettengill roamed the Empire Polo Grounds during week 2 with his loyal camera to capture some of that joy.
“We wanted to write the kind of song that would be created in a parallel universe where Grace Jones and Giorgio Moroder slept together,” The Penelopes explain of their new “Time to Shine.” The London-based Parisian duo of Axel Basquiat and Vincent T. make good on that high-concept on their new 80s-style disco hedonism single, out soon on Pour Le Monde Records.
Photo by Scarlet Page.
You know what I love about Avril Lavigne? I keep getting older and her weird shtick stays the same age. That age in question here is somewhere between Gwen Stefani’s mid-2ks Japanese appropriation period, and circa 2010 dubstep. But, as I’ve mentioned here before, and as I will continue to do until this beautiful disaster of a Canadian circus folds up the flaps on its bizarre, traveling tent, Avril can do no wrong. She shifts the contours of style and taste to alter reality. Things that were de facto bad are thus rendered good again having appeared in one of her songs or videos. Perception is maleable. We bend to her will. (h/t Vanyaland)
“I wrote this after watching someone’s relationship fall apart and end, only for the aftermath to spiral out of control and into an obsession,” Welsh vocalist and songwriter Violet Skies told of us the track “Her Touch”, premiering here today. The song, a collaboration with Bristol producer Peter Cooper, aka Stumbleine, marries his hazy, dreamy production style with her sultry, provocative r&b emotion. “It was a destructive and dark place for both of them, and musically, when Stumbleine played me his initial ideas, the mood of the track captured their relationship perfectly.”
“Her Touch” is a taste of what’s to come from their joint LP Dissolver, out today in the UK and next week in the US on Monotreme Records.
The early 2000s were basically the exact same thing as we have now, except instead of dancing to shitty EDM at giant clubs while wasted on molly the kids danced in shitty LES dives at parties named after obscure Brit Pop songs on bad coke. Unfortunately there’s no recorded evidence of any of this happening because phones didn’t have cameras yet. Everyone had a mod haircut and wore denim tuxedos I seem to recall. Electro-clash and garage were a thing. Either way, we still have the music, which I’ve compiled in a handy playlist for you here.
The answer to the above question would be no, but Mr. Parkinson was always one of my favorite teachers in high school. Mild-mannered but armed with a deadpan wit, he was one of those teachers that blurred the line between the guy who assigned you essays and the guy you could just shoot the shit with. It’s been 14 years since I graduated from Langstaff Secondary School in Richmond Hill, a suburb of Toronto, and I’m proud to call Mr. Parkinson a Facebook friend. Yesterday, Mr. Parkinson shared a YouTube video on his newsfeed with the comment, “Our proud, literate, and articulate Langstaff Grade 9s…” I thought to myself, This is nice, he’s sharing a a presentation by some of his students on the Gettysburg Address, or maybe the Battle of the Bulge. I wish Facebook was around during my era, so my teachers can share my presentations. Then I clicked the link and saw this:
It turns out that just like the teenagers in America, the teenagers in Canada are also rapping about clothes they can’t afford and women they don’t sleep with. The group goes by the name of ProdGangEnterprise (PGE for short) and they’re made up of five turnt up fuccbois trying to get money, rep their crew, and fuck bitches. It’s the Canadian dream. Shout out to producer Gooseboy, who should be hearing from Rick Ross’ people aaaaaany second now.
No one makes heartbreak sound quite so appealing these days than Katie Goodman of La Sera. But the erstwhile Vivian Girls member is looking to have a little more fun on her third record Hour of the Dawn and first single “Running Wild” which premiered on Noisey.
“I wanted the new La Sera record to sound like Lesley Gore fronting Black Flag,” Goodman said in a press release. “I didn’t want it to be another record of me sad, alone in my room. I wanted to have fun playing music and writing songs with a band.” To back her nimble basslines and enchanting vocals, Goodman assembled a new band helmed by guitarist Todd Wisenbaker.
“Running Wild” fits the bill. It’s an uptempo, vibrant dash through a rush of emotions.
“We started playing faster, louder and more aggressively…I wanted to get that energy onto the album.”
Do you want to look like Sky Ferreira? Of course you do, she’s on the blogs and magazines you read and that’s how entertainment and fashion works. It’s probably a lot harder than it sounds to pull off, although waking up hungover and tossing everything that comes in your path a big stink face is a pretty good place to start. The clothes, on the other hand, well you have to be some sort of rock star to find those, right? Not anymore! Her new video “I Blame Myself” lets you click through to a page on that has all of the styles she wears available for purchase on SSENSE, like a Givenchy black lambskin star patch bomber jacket, a Balmain woven mini skirt, and a Saint Laurent black leather zipper skirt. Music videos have always been commercials, but now that’s literally true. The future is weird!
Watch the video exclusively here.
Sex is closely intertwined with death, as anyone who’s taken a basic psychology class can tell you. The parts they skipped over, and maybe I just wasn’t paying attention, is where puking up roses, making out with a lighter and a knife, dancing provocatively with a shot gun, and drowning yourself in white paint to the point that you turn into a statue come into play. That’s what you’re in store for with this brooding, romantic track from Toronto’s L3Mon.
We asked director Matt Adam to explain a little more about the method behind the madness.
“The video is purely conceptual. The overarching message is ‘Don’t let pop culture kill you.’ The model, a product of pop culture, is struggling with who she has become. The choices she made trying to set herself apart—the Louboutins, the breast augmentation, the fur coat—have had the opposite effect and turned her into everybody else. She lost herself, but now she’s fighting back. The lipstick is a metaphor for her bad habits; the wrong guy, the wrong drugs, the wrong exterior. Empowered, she chooses to cut and burn the lipstick to defy typical beauty standards – which is why her nails and lips are not done. The white paint is a metaphor for her renwewed sense of purity. She turns into a statue because the purity lives forever. This turning point represents the end of her choices, and ultimately the death of pop culture.”
Also, the model, Cass Flamini, is really hot. Is that a metaphor? Sorry, sorry, Adam explained more:
“The lyrics in the song reflect the same indulgent but destructive decisions. Whether it is the addiction to drugs, the addiction to love, or the addiction to lipstick, these behaviors have led to a breaking point, and she has one last chance to get it right. She can only hold on one more time.”
This is the internet, where clicks are currency and ‘hype’ is the golden path to accumulating said riches. Having said that, announcements don’t come much bigger than this. Page Six is reporting that Jay Z and Beyonce will break ticket sale records when they embark on a 20 stadium tour across the United States this summer. Sources are telling the Post‘s gossip column—so believe at your own risk—that the tour will start in late June and may crescendo with a July 4th gig in New York City. Pop music’s royal couple have appeared together on stage a number of times before, most recently at February’s Grammy’s to perform song of the century “Drunk in Love,” but this is some next level pop superstardom type shit. Instagram, prepare to get your ass kicked.