
Melina Duterte’s latest project Anak Ko, is a good goddamn LP.
Melina Duterte’s latest project Anak Ko, is a good goddamn LP.
Yet, I’d been pretty dead-set on the merits of King Gizzard’s Fishing with Fishies as a prime example of Zeppelin’s and T.Rex’s influence in rock, since my late-April train ride from Pau back to Lannemezan. Fuck that noise; Stu Mackenzie, Ambrose Kenny-Smith, Joey Walker, Cook Craig, Lucas Skinner, Michael Cavanagh and Eric Moore have one more artist up their sleeve, not exactly a sonic influence, but a kindred influence.
A megapiece on five records that managed to stir something more than just 200 words of written soundbyte reviews. Other records did this too, but these five did it best. And I’m just here to struggle and starve and write to them.
Kurt Vile, a vinyl-pressed halo, what a dude, what a goober, he’s a street angel, probably spent his early day hustling the corners, scouting for the best street angles.
The phenomenal instrumentation and musicianship plays into a Bangsian motto of “the grimier, the rockier, the better” and they make that idiomatic approach tick on the every part of their sophomore effort while still allowing for more long-form melodic, harmonic and rhythmic skill.
You have no idea how ready I was to destroy this record.
There’s a similar sentiment every time I put Patterns on as Fowler’s voice picks up on “For Me,” while singing the penultimate verse: she’s right, like all good old friends are.
This time there was no faffing about—I wrote my fiveish questions down in my catch-all journal during the lead-up to DIIV and Ariel Pink—wholly intent on clamming out some answers from DIIV and ignoring the fact that Ariel Pink was even going to be there.
You gotta convince the fools in the pit that…you fell asleep with that thing, your thing, an instrument, your instrument across your chest or under your head, passed out after exploring it with the curiosity of a serial cave diver.
Just how visceral is rock ‘n’ roll meant to be?