You know, this song really soured me on Mother Mother when it came out..
But today my lovely IPODIZZLE reminded me of the Mother Mother that used to be / still is aHmazing.
And now I'm hooked like the cast of I Know What You Did Last Summer (and I Still Know, and I Will Always Know, and I Never Knew, and I Know Now, and I Forgot..)
Oh J Lo Hew
Let's look at your tits some!
I'm Sarah. I do what I want.
MISSING MY EDGE, help me find it again.
my desire to listen to punk.
MISSING FOR SEVERAL WEEKS NOW
months maybe.
REPLACED
by dance muSICK. wtf.
REWARD
me, not dancing anymore.
I'm legit worried.
Always one to go through mad phases with music, I have NEVER neglected my main damie Punkie Rocky in the process of my genre hoppin'.
What is happening to meeeeee?
Lately I've been all over the map spanning the dance-rock-indie-pop-oldies regions, but rarely gravitating towards my used-to-be roots aside from checking out the new Menzingers and blasting Nothington at work yesterday.
My go to when I have nothing else in mind to listen to has been replaced by... *shudder*... musick I can bust. a. move. to. !!!
WTFOMGZZZ
Sarah + Dancing = Disarahsterdance.
This week it's been Royksopp and Basement Jaxx that I find myself constantly retreating to in times of confusion or boredom.
Both are great fucking bands, don't get me wrong.
But it used to be Rancid, or Strike Anywhere, or Refused, or Strung Out, or Careers In Science, or so on or so on or so on that I would be happy with at any point in time, but alas, (you can't spell alas without ASLAN!... and an N.... uhhhh... the other way around? #fail) that's no longer the case.
Am I finally growing up?
I hope not.
I hope this is just another phase.
An abnormally long one.
SOMEBODY TAKE ME TO A REAL PUNK SHOW ASAP. please.
I'm Sarah. I do what I want.
Morning Thieves, go steal a sunrise !
Huh. I have to say I'm pleasantly surprised by the Morning Thieves Wrongside EP. I've heard about the band, mostly because I know one of the guys in the band, but didn't know what they were about until now. And wowza, these guys are the real shit. Fully developed, radio-ready, teen dream groovy with a spice of emo, rock.
It's not even the type of music I would normally find myself gravitating towards but it's a bit impossible to ignore the well-written addictingly-structured alt-rock and all its potential.
The strong vocals, pretty melodies and soft but edgy tunes is guaranteed to make panties wet - ... with pee, perverts.
I can't stop listening to the 4 songs over and over, and I keep shaking my head in disbelief of how solid it is each time.
Radio radio radio, radio radio radio.
They're going to be all over the radio.
Soon.
I bet.
Check 'em out right urrr.
I'm Sarah. I do what I want.
It's not even the type of music I would normally find myself gravitating towards but it's a bit impossible to ignore the well-written addictingly-structured alt-rock and all its potential.
The strong vocals, pretty melodies and soft but edgy tunes is guaranteed to make panties wet - ... with pee, perverts.
I can't stop listening to the 4 songs over and over, and I keep shaking my head in disbelief of how solid it is each time.
Radio radio radio, radio radio radio.
They're going to be all over the radio.
Soon.
I bet.
Check 'em out right urrr.
I'm Sarah. I do what I want.
Christien Summers at the Horseshoe
I totally wasn't going to review this show on account of my terrible laziness but finally seeing Christien Summers live blew me away like the violent winds of Twister that carried the poor wittle cow to it's death. RIP Cow.
I wrote about my appreciation for their EP some time ago, but on Saturday night they introduced me to a handful of new songs that haven't been recorded yet, all of which made me shit my pants with a giant turd of love.
One in particular - something to do with going to the beach - forced me to start jotting down notes for this review after it straight up murdered me with awesome.
Their stage presence is impressively captive for a newer band and I could easily imagine them opening for Cyndi Lauper (who they reminded me of lots) or even Madonna.
Holla!
It was a disco dance party for the blogs, and somehow has me listening to The Rapture's In The Grace Of Your Love nonstop now, wishing it was Christien Summers future album-to-be. But without disappointment because this Rapture album is the fucking breastsss.
I'm Sarah. I do what I want.
I wrote about my appreciation for their EP some time ago, but on Saturday night they introduced me to a handful of new songs that haven't been recorded yet, all of which made me shit my pants with a giant turd of love.
One in particular - something to do with going to the beach - forced me to start jotting down notes for this review after it straight up murdered me with awesome.
Their stage presence is impressively captive for a newer band and I could easily imagine them opening for Cyndi Lauper (who they reminded me of lots) or even Madonna.
Holla!
It was a disco dance party for the blogs, and somehow has me listening to The Rapture's In The Grace Of Your Love nonstop now, wishing it was Christien Summers future album-to-be. But without disappointment because this Rapture album is the fucking breastsss.
I'm Sarah. I do what I want.
Can I Get A Little More Meanwood Please!? - random fan in audience
Set the scene: The Dakota in Toronto, a flashback to country bars of the past. You almost picture all the city folk decked out in cowboy boots and hats, and you can almost hear the saloon doors swing shut as you enter.
The perfect place for Meanwood's EP release.
How I'd never heard about the rockin' bluesy alt-cunt band before now is a crying shame.
They are everything my little heart desires. They are like the love child prodigy of Buffalo Springfield and Neko Case (Virginian era) - who Meanwood's singer sounded SO MUCH like - combined with all of my favourite elements ie: banjo, harmonica etc etc etc, clap-alongs, sing-alongs, and even foot-stomp-alongs.
I fell in love with the beautifully awkward singer (Not Neko I'll call her) as she talked about clenching her butt and jokingly drew attention to my boyfriend (WHY NOT MEEEE) in between songs. Hilarious. #Heartz. And obviously her voice was incredible to merit comparisons to Neko Case, a fact proven all over again when she whipped out a flawless Etta James cover.
Not to forget about the rest of the band and their revolving door of musical instruments, and barnfulls of talent.
Everything about them was fantastic.
They played two sets, the second of it I was debating staying for due to work the next morning, but when it came time for the break in between there was no question that I was staying to hear the rest. You don't walk out on a band like that. It's like the spurs on your boots are stuck in the floor.
CHECK THEM OUT HERE.
I'm Sarah. I do what I want.
The perfect place for Meanwood's EP release.
How I'd never heard about the rockin' bluesy alt-cunt band before now is a crying shame.
They are everything my little heart desires. They are like the love child prodigy of Buffalo Springfield and Neko Case (Virginian era) - who Meanwood's singer sounded SO MUCH like - combined with all of my favourite elements ie: banjo, harmonica etc etc etc, clap-alongs, sing-alongs, and even foot-stomp-alongs.
I fell in love with the beautifully awkward singer (Not Neko I'll call her) as she talked about clenching her butt and jokingly drew attention to my boyfriend (WHY NOT MEEEE) in between songs. Hilarious. #Heartz. And obviously her voice was incredible to merit comparisons to Neko Case, a fact proven all over again when she whipped out a flawless Etta James cover.
Not to forget about the rest of the band and their revolving door of musical instruments, and barnfulls of talent.
Everything about them was fantastic.
They played two sets, the second of it I was debating staying for due to work the next morning, but when it came time for the break in between there was no question that I was staying to hear the rest. You don't walk out on a band like that. It's like the spurs on your boots are stuck in the floor.
CHECK THEM OUT HERE.
I'm Sarah. I do what I want.
Groupelove, not to be confused with Pooplove.... not sure why you'd confuse them but just in case.
I'm slightly embarrassed to admit that I find Grouplove's album the fucking tits. I haven't been this obsessed with such a radio friendly pop album since....I honestly can't remember.
Something sets Grouplove apart from the rest of them radio aimed boring indie-but-not-in-terms-of-production-in-terms-of-genre bands of the moment, ie. Foster The People, etc. (who I don't mind but fail to obsess over). I can't quite put my finger on it, but it could be that it reminds me of the 60's, a Richard Simmons dance party with a little peace love and the vision of my mom dancing in the kitchen to the pop songs of her time.
I think I'm a happier person when I have a pop-as-shit album on constant rotation. I tend to over-play these even more extremely than I regularly repeat an album that I love. And I replace my mom, dancing around my kitchen, even when I'm not at home I'm picturing myself just dancing away, in my kitchen. Always in the kitchen. Not sure why, perhaps because dancing makes you hungry!
You can STREAM THE ALBUM HERE for free.
In my opinion, the best fucking tracks include the single "Tongue Tied", "Chloe", "Lovely Cup", "Cruel And Beautiful World", and my all time favourite "Love Will Save Your Soul" (not a Jewel cover).
I'm Sarah. I do what I want.
Something sets Grouplove apart from the rest of them radio aimed boring indie-but-not-in-terms-of-production-in-terms-of-genre bands of the moment, ie. Foster The People, etc. (who I don't mind but fail to obsess over). I can't quite put my finger on it, but it could be that it reminds me of the 60's, a Richard Simmons dance party with a little peace love and the vision of my mom dancing in the kitchen to the pop songs of her time.
I think I'm a happier person when I have a pop-as-shit album on constant rotation. I tend to over-play these even more extremely than I regularly repeat an album that I love. And I replace my mom, dancing around my kitchen, even when I'm not at home I'm picturing myself just dancing away, in my kitchen. Always in the kitchen. Not sure why, perhaps because dancing makes you hungry!
You can STREAM THE ALBUM HERE for free.
In my opinion, the best fucking tracks include the single "Tongue Tied", "Chloe", "Lovely Cup", "Cruel And Beautiful World", and my all time favourite "Love Will Save Your Soul" (not a Jewel cover).
I'm Sarah. I do what I want.
The-I-Hate-Mondays-But-Love-Having-A-Working-Ipod-Finally PLAYLIST!
I had some Propagandhi, Kid Dynamite and Jon Snodgrass in there too but apparently YouTube is a huge cunt these days when it comes to putting out punk music. Suck my wang YouNube.
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