Last week I curated a selection of cold songs, so let's make this easy on our brains and get some burning tracks this time.
1. I've never set myself on fire, but I would imagine it could be kinda fun.
2. That being said, I've burnt a copy of Jane Eyre as well as a dormant cell phone that I had stored in my desk for too long. The Sprint was my big surprise of the night, but of course I had no clue this is an extremely dangerous undertaking. Luckily Jason Worrell - my good friend - is close to a war hero. He grabbed a shovel and tossed the thing into the alley.
3. Everyone else ran, which I suppose is a common reaction when flammable things start to burn.
Click to stream. Right click/save thing to download. These will be here until next week.
It pains me a little bit - oh, music ego - that I was a relative latecomer on The Zs. I saw them for the first time at a Gang Gang Dance show a few months ago and was immediately blown away. This is another true record nerd dream band (sort of like Naked City, which was covered earlier this week). Check the following off your list: skronk jazz, prog, minimalism, breakneck speed and mindblowing complexity. Mix guitar, drums and tenor sax in a coked-out jazz stew for the post-millennial set.
My swooning over Will Oldham is no secret to anyone who knows me and has read this blog. This is one of the classics. "When you have no one, no one can hurt you." It's simple, pragmatic a bit biblical and so tried and true there's not much more that needs to be said.
This cut is one of most abrasive, disgusting pieces of trash rock ever recorded. Lydia Lunch's screams are a pure nightmare. It's the musical equivalent of those guys piling cans into their wheelbarrow on the Bowery in 1979, blowtorch construction and squatters sleeping through an insurance slumlord burning.
