We’re sad (although equally enthused) to say that The Digital Outhouse has seen its last days. The team behind the toilets however, have not. We’ve grown a bit and just launched a new home for our love of music over at http://thelowbrow.co
Please come visit. It’ll be good.
Kind of like clean air, sustainable agriculture and potable water, good dance music is something the world could always use more of. Emphasis on good because there’s plenty of shit
dance music out there.
But let’s stay positive, shall we? Body Language is so utterly competent at making music that makes your brain respond in the only logical way it can: to move your body. It may not be the answer to our planet’s rapidly depleting resources but in more instances than one, nu disco (or any reason to dance for that matter) seems like a pretty solid answer for many of life’s quandaries.
"And lord knows best, that I don’t give a damn ‘bout anything, but you."
I just wanted to share what could be my favorite track of all time from my favorite album of all time by my favorite band of all time. I don’t even listen to this song anymore because I’m afraid of what would happen if I was to get sick of it and I can’t let that happen. So I treat myself to this song when I’M REALLY FEELING A LOT OF FEELS, BRUH.
Funeral encapsulates so many feels that I just bask in tears alone in my car sometimes listening to this album. I’m just kidding..
But even more exciting is that Arcade Fire has announced the release date of their next album so mark your calendars for SEPTEMBER 9, FOLKS!
Unsurprisingly, the musical shift from (sort of) 60’s psychedelia to (sort of) 80’s synth pop is just another day in the office for the London based Still Corners. A day in the office for me consists of the consumption of a banana or two (maybe some yogurt if I’m feeling particularly adventurous), and the careful optimization of a handful of accounts for some of mobile gaming’s top publishers.
I’ll let you decide which is more impressive.
Regardless of what you decide, Strange Pleasures, the duo’s second full-length release is a delightful romp through the hazy, synthetic landscapes of the human mind (which is just a creative way of saying “nowhere in particular”).
Now, fans of Creatures of an Hour should not agonize over this sudden (Although I’m not sure 2 years falls into the category of sudden) paradigm shift. Much of what made the eclectic pairing of Greg Hughes and Tessa Murray so satisfying remains present in their latest offering. Murray’s voice continues to float on with an ethereal flair, coupled intimately by layer after shadowy layer of rhythmic percussion. It’s damn good.
And you know those changes I was talking about? Those are damn good as well. Because where Creatures of an Hour felt right at home nestled in the dark caverns of your mind, Strange Pleasures finds its repose somewhere a bit further away. Somewhere unobstructed by the engulfing darkness that often accompany cave-like ecosystems. You know, like a hazy, synthetic place. A landscape if you will.
Anyway, Murray probably puts it best in the opening lines of the song:
We can’t see what’s real, we don’t know the time. We only want to feel alive.
I sure do.
Joshua Tillman, the man behind Father John Misty, wrote a song about writing a novel. The song of course, is the story of a protagonist (presumably Tillman himself) who takes a precarious amount of drugs, and does a lot of interesting things.
Take a minute to read the lyrics. It might make you want to go outside and locate your own Canadian shaman.
This is relevant today. And probably tomorrow too.
Nicolas Jaar’s Record Store Day release transforms “Sleeping Ute” into a sprawling 8-minute affair of musical complexity. My record player has never been the same.
Oh, and while it may seem like I’m a little late to the listening party, the truth is the opposite. It just took me 4 weeks to process what was happening in my head.
Yeah, that good.