Helicopters

October 19, 2010

So Bradford Cox is gradually making his way onto my list of favorite musicians. This is thanks in no small part to Deerhunter’s new record Halcyon Digest, which carries forward dude’s penchant for writing pretty melodies touched with reverb and psychedelic haze. My favorite song off the album—and not surprisingly the first single—is Helicopter, which puts my head straight into the clouds. Listen to it with headphones. Listen to it in the morning. Listen to it at night. Be careful if you listen to it in your vehicle.

I’ve also been blown away by Bradford’s recordings as Atlas Sound, and his solo show last year at the Bell House was one of the best performances I’ve seen in a long time. I don’t know how he did it, but he layered together soundscapes that took on a life of their own. Dude has some serious songwriting chops too, but his songs can often be just that, serious. So much so, that after the Bell House show ended, he came back on stage to apologize if his songs were too dark. It’s all good though, because the catchy pop melodies will make you forget that you’re listening to some guy sing about his nightmares. Don’t be scurrrred.

“Helicopter”

“Sheila” – Atlas Sound live (amazing)

 

 

Tennis

October 19, 2010

Nostalgia seems to be a popular theme for young artists as of late. Chillwavers Washed Out, Toro Y Moi, Memory Tapes and others have berthed a veritable genre of music centered largely on warm, woozy jams meant to invoke sentimental ganders back in time. If you throw on one of their records, you just might be brought back to the days when you used to ride a tricycle around the block wearing a football helmet. Back when Contra on Nintendo meant more to you than life itself. Back when “Dinosaurs” was on TGIF and Ricky Henderson was your favorite baseball player. The good old days. And the music’s damn good too.

But few songs I’ve heard make me reminisce on shit that I haven’t even experienced. Check out “Marathon” by the husband-and-wife duo Tennis. I don’t know about you, but when I close my eyes and listen to this song, I’m transported to a party on the beach at night. There’s a bonfire, but the entire scene is black-and-white, like in an old photograph. And the girls are dancing. Man, that sounds like fun.