Apparently this little gem of an album came out on 2/9 but no one told me. Not even Pitchfork. I just accidentally ran across it last night and have been listening to it since.
At any rate, the duo is from the unlikely hotbed of rockin' Saratoga Springs in upstate NY and to me they sound like the XX if the XX left the house more often. They've got very similar lilting guitar lines, heavy electro influences and the indie vocals and all that but with a bit more oomph.
This vid's a little weird but you'll get the idea.
I wouldn't say Facebook's jumped the shark, but it's definitely airborne.
A couple of years ago when people were just starting to join up on the Facebook, I wrote this little thing. Reading it now it sounds almost antiquated (superpokes, anyone? WTF were those?) but that was a wild time. A lot of people jumped right out of Myspace and then into the 'Book with both feet and went all ape shit on that thing—just trying to junk it up with bad graphics and terrible, pointless games.
Then recently I realized I'd somehow become friends with a bunch of new people who likely never even took a trial run on Myspace. They lack restraint. So they're crazy with the biblical and inspirational quotes, the totally TMI stories about the joys of child rearing, and the games. Oh, the games! Bejeweled blitz, mafia wars, the farm and cafe games. Aren't we busy enough already without taking on the management of a virtual field or restaurant with zero financial or (frankly) emotional value? Don't get me started on the virtual gifts they oblige you with should you just wanna wish someone a happy birthday.
Thank god for the "hide" button. But still.
Throw in their new little internet-tagging exercise and you've got the makings of something volatile. It's just another in a long line of things they never really communicate clearly to what is really a very captive audience. Just tell us what's in it for us. Make it not scary and invasive. Make it seem worth our while. Sell it to us, as we say.
It may not have jumped the shark just yet but if not airborne, it's at least circling.
That's enough scripts to kill a small pony.....by making that pony wonder why he got into this business in the first place at which point he starts drinking and staggering down the hall alternately yelling "who needs this many goddamn versions?" and "everyone look at the pony!" before accidentally tumbling out the window and down to the sidewalk below, never to become a grown-up horse.
But seriously, that's a lot of scripts. And that ain't even all of them.
“Tiger Woods Parties At Nickelback Concert In Orlando” – Entertainment Weekly
I think I speak for all of us when I say we’ve been disappointed with that Tiger guy lately. Sure, there were the mistresses, the strippers, the porn stars, the girls named Jamie, the text messages, the losing of the Masters and, well, more text messages. But last night I think he finally crossed the line.
A fucking Nickleback concert, Tiger? Really?
Hasn’t he put us through enough? I mean, perhaps we can all forgive him for the freaky/frequent/unprotected sex and gross infidelity and all that but what kind of example is he providing for kids when he goes and sees a band like that? Not a very good one, I tell ya. That band's terrible. Just awful. A travesty, really.
The last installment of LCD Soundsystem's little promo videos for the new one. Oh yeah, and since we're in New York now and all that, we're gonna catch 'em live Monday at Webster Hall. You know, that's how we roll.
It seems like an appropriate first show for our return to The City.
Back in 2005, my old partner Justin and I shot an ill-fated Super Bowl spot for the folks at Capital One. A guy gets locked out of space shuttle, tries to get back in with his Capital One card, realizes it doesn’t fix all hassles. Comedy gold. At least silver.
Then over the course of a month or so leading up to the big game, it got bad-music’d and heavily art-card’d and overly VO’d and finally focus-group’d until it just wasn’t funny anymore.
Then it got shelved.
Unceremoniously, I might add. We never even got to go back and cut our version which was funnier, to say the least.