ASS

Future as always been kind of scary, but somehow with her head on my chest and our pubes tangled, it’s easy to forget it. There are others details like hips and lips and the bed moving and the neighbours listening to music very loudly. With the sun shining over us and people possibly watching us having sex and her boobs looking at me at breakfast, things look really easy. I could get married and live happily ever after if nothing ever changed. I guess all I ever needed was a girl I would not want to screw things up with. (YES THAT'S A PREPOSITION AND FUCK YOU)

Tanlines’ album is finally out and well it’s great. Listen to it asap. Thanks.

So you know, last year and the year before, one of the big thing was that shit people called post-dubstep which really was more deconstructed R&B than anything else. I was a big listener of James Blake and How To Dress Well. Well there’s a bit of this and that in Lapalux’ music, with more samples. There is also a bit of witch house : listen to Gone and think of Salem, and some lighter tunes like Yellow 90’s. Shining like an acid disco ball, this one is easier to get. Still, none of these tracks will be love at first hearing I guess.

Lapalux is an experimental pop artist quite similar to Baths, one of my personal favorites. The beats bite, they’re sour, and arrhythmic, the vocals are ethereal, sometimes fading, sometimes shrilling. These songs lack apparent structure, but there’s a deep emotional content, an apparent weakness and a heart-breaking fragility in them, in the mumbled lyrics or in the shooting sounds or in the warped vocals. I’d walk long walks at night listening to him, in empty streets ; I’ll dodge whores and drunkards, nasty kids and begging homeless and walk hours without even thinking about it.

I guess I know why I love 102 Hours of Introduction best. I looked for that feeling a long time, but I finally found what its beginning reminded me of : the saddest and most beautiful song ever. For information, this song is Hot Chip and Robert Wyatt’s «We’re Looking For A Lot Of Love » remixed by Geese. I’ve no idea where this connection comes from and I don’t care, I just cherish it for the sake of it. It also reminds me lightly of Vondelpark and Jacques Greene’s Another Girl but that doesn’t really matter.

Crazy diamonds

Do you think we’ll ever be happy ? she asked.

We had just made love, and everything was quiet and soft and I was leaving in something like half an hour. It was always hard to leave, but that was always better than the first time I left, which meant things were coming to an end.

I did not light a cigarette. The question was not as sad as you might think, and it was true we had been through hell a few times. But these times did not matter, since we had easily overcome them. I did not know better than anyone, I did know better than her, but looking at the face I loved so much, I knew it was well worth giving it a try.

I already talked about Class Actress briefly, but I’m obsessed and so should you - and this song was in  Chronicle. Yup, as a Friday Night Lights fan, I saw Chronicle and John Carter but whatever. I love how the synths buzz, how this sounds so 80’s. It reminds me of the first time my brother heard Hungry Like The Wolf and said « This is good, what is it ? » without realizing it was 30 years old.

Class Actress sounds like that : you know where it comes from, a place lost in time and space where lipstick glowed in the dark and night clubs were still cool, but it kind of recreates it here and now. It never sounds old, never corny. There’s a despair in Elizabeth Harper’s high-pitched voice, in her begging but resigned lyrics that feels like a modern pain, like seeing your lover offline on gtalk. That comparison does not sound quite right but there’s a litterary romanticism that hits a soft spot in me.

When I saw this song this morning, I could not resist the urge to click on it. It’s just Antoine Doinel talking over a nice sample with added drums. As anyone with a brain and a heart, I, not surprisingly, love François Truffaut (and would give a lot to be young Jean-Pierre Léaud just for a day), so I’m pretty psyched.

now that's poetry in motion

i took a bath and read e. e. cummings' erotic poems. my dick floated before my eyes, and i thought about her still laying naked on the couch-turned-bed in the living room.

i had wanted to write about her since a long time, but it now seemed vain. i guess no one can really evoke the swirl that love is as well as edward estlin. 

yourbodyleaning

forward,

arms stretched like a cat’s,lips
licked and hairpulled

and cheeks…….stroked and buttocks.

slapped and              mouths

opened and moanings heard
and fingers               crossed.

Names called and

blah -

blah -

                                   blah,

roses are

red,

violets are

blue,

let’s go to bed,

O how i love you.

hahaha.

"and possibly i like the thrill,

of under me you so quite new"

Blouse - Ghost Dream (Official Music Video) from $ANDBOXXX on Vimeo.

Yes, the video is one week old but a) i love blouse b) i was in high school one of the guys that shot it

Get naked

Starting blogging again feels like a trap. It’s not that I’m scared, I’ve been doing that shit for years, and I’ve been doing it pretty well. I mean, girls were pretty fond of the shit I did, I guess, but you never know how things might go. I guess the key is not thinking too much and doing it.

It pretty much feels like getting back with that girl I was really in love with after a five months hiatus. I rang her bell, she came to the door, she was wearing that tight dark blue miniskirt that makes her ass look even more amazing – man, I almost wish you could see that, though I should probably kill you after that. And you know, she was on the phone, and I strolled in her apartment, which I already inhabited and it didn’t feel like home yet, you just couldn’t know everything would not fall apart right here right now, and it was kind of scary eventhough I had done all this in the past. She then hung up and I put my hands on her cheeks and we kissed and well the rest is kind of nobody’s business (but we got naked).

So there we are and I’m blogging and my opinion counts right ?

First thing : Lana Del Rey. Well, I’m glad I wasn’t doing that shit anymore when everyone was jerking off on her, cause now we all know it ain’t worth much. I mean, I’ve listened to that LP like, maybe 10 times cause I’m always a little obsessed, but that’s still not much compared to Take Care’s fifty-or-so spinnings. There’s nothing much to it but it’s Ulysses mermaids’ song, so, bleed it to death and let’s never talk about it again.

Also, good music from little acts out recently : LPs from Blouse, Phèdre and Standard Fare, among others, and a nice single from Blackbird Blackbird.

At last, let’s be serious for a second. A few bands still not that much known you probably know anyway : Charli XCX, Blondes and Princeton.

Charli XCX is that nineteen year old upcoming girl from Britian who does dark synth pop with the help of big producers, and yeah, that helps. She’s a bit too in love with the 80’s, and maybe Robert Smith (or Beetlejuice), too, but I’ve always loved ‘em both. It reminds me of Class Actress, who wrote some of the best songs of 2011, and all that synthpop revival really really excites me. Charli has been around for 3 years or so, but two weeks ago she released a song for Valentine’s day, and it does not even sound gay.

Blondes just released their first LP which is a compilation of a series of songs they did for RVNG Intl, each record reuniting too songs about opposite subjects, like wine and water or business and pleasure. Not sure it’s crystal clear but whatever. So, they’re doing electronic music in a rock way one could say, recording their tracks live, so that means you can hear them add layer of synth after layer of synth. You won’t hear much more, these are danceable and hypnotical house tracks influenced by krautrock with a psychedelic twist. Just listen to Moondance, from their first EP : it’s 11 minutes long but you won’t see the time pass.

Blondes - Moondance

Last but not least, Princeton. I’ll get to it when I’ll stop listening to the song from the Nokia Lumia ad (Gardens from Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs) that obsesses me right now.

So, if you’ve read me before, you know I’ve been a pretty huge fan of Kisses since the beginning. Last year, Jesse Kivel and Zinzi Edmundson, his girlfriend, released a vintage disco record which was perfect to make love on the beach while sipping beer you’d later let boil on a wood table. So, being a little obsessive as I already said, I did a little googling and found out about Princeton, Jesse and his twin brother’s other band. They released two EP’s, did a shoegazy Daytrotter session, and their second album just hit the internets.

Everything about them is quite great, and fuck objectivity. Remembrance of things to come is breezy and light, sometimes catchy and danceable, but not too much (Boat Club’s Memories, anyone ?). There are no guitars in any of these new songs, but there’s a shitload of marimba or whatever that is, and yeah you could but don’t mention Vampire Weekend please. It’s just too bad it went out now and not in summer again.