I hereby decree this week to be "New (to me) Music Week" here at TFAL. I realized that I have a lot of new stuff worth discussing. Appleblogging will continue unterrupted.
I'll start with Annie's DJ-Kicks. In case you don't remember the compelling story during the initial media push last year, Annie used to be a DJ. Since this is the year of the DJ, people are going to see her spin as well, something the Norwegian Embassy is taking full advantage of. Does this mean she's actually a trans-Scandanavian mind-control device that delivers the subliminal messages that keep all of her listeners up to their eyeballs in Ikea, Nokia, Ericsson and North Sea Crude?
After listening to DJ-Kicks, I'm convinced that she's indeed a real human being, one with a lot more edge than the singer who sang, "you think you're chocolate, but you're chewing gum." For example, I googled the name of an artist I'd never heard of on one track listing, Alan Vega. I got this:
"For twenty years they ran straight into a brick wall of hostility and violence. You can hear this hate in its most palpable form on the Twenty-Three Minutes Over Brussels disc included on Mute's reissue of Suicide's eponymous debut; as soon as Rev and [Alan] Vega began playing, the audience surges with hate, skinheads steal Vega's microphone, and then the place collapses into a total riot complete with cops. They only got to play like two minutes of music! Astonishingly, this didn't deter Rev and Vega in the least. Not only did they continue to kick against the pricks in Suicide, but they also branched off in a number of solo excursions. One of these, Vega's zombie-rockabilly classic "Jukebox Babe," actually scored him the first big hit of his career."
Not exacty bubblegum. Later on, there's a bizarre disco song about sex, drugs and firearms as told by two ladybugs. Actually, the album is mostly upbeat, semi-goofy electronic art-rock. Throw in the fall's hottest DFA 1979 and Le Tigre remixes, and you're cooking with gas.
7.0/10
Unrelated, but worth mentioning: The best damn record store in Miami was severely damaged by Hurricane Wilma, that you-know-what.
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