A Few Items / by laurel

Item number one.

Confession. Since it's friday, why not just make it Confessional Friday, eh? (And feel free to chime in in the 'comments' box, as I'm sure that one of you, while reading this, is listening to Kelly Clarkson).

Okay. Deep breath. I have a deep and irrational love of Panic! At the Disco's "The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage."

Who or What is Panic! At the Disco, you ask? Well, they are just one in a cesspool-like onslaught of bands that have embraced the exclamation point--Godspeed You! Black Emperor, The Go! Team, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!, and, of course, the eponymous !!!--and are two parts Southern California brat pop-punk, one part Mark Delonge (without the drawling and painfully strung out notes), and one part snotty, self-aware Children of The Media Revolution. I know. I'd be revolted, too, if their song wasn't so d-bomb enjoyable.*

Okay, so that's out of the way.

On to item number two, which is the insane toe-tappability of the Reconteurs' "Steady As She Goes." Upon hearing the ubiquitous thump-thump-thumping of the kick drum in the first measure, I thought, "Well, as far as departures go, you can't really kick this one to the curb just yet, as it seems content to sit pretty riding the Stripe's coattails." But then...wait, is that a bass I hear? And guitar? Guitar and bass? Bass and guitar? And drums?

Okay. They got me. The BGV's swell around Jack White's furious unleashing of all things R & R (Rock and Roll), and I'm steadily loving this song more and more for every turn it takes on my iTunes.

Item number three. So you know that indie music has sailed well past its' prime and into the murky waters of commercialism (Arctic Monkeys, anyone? Oh, I'm sorry, I can't hear anything over the uproarious din of angry kids shouting, "Overrated!") when some of the best singles I catch wind of are on commercials ("I Like the Way," Bodyrockers, Diet Coke. "Bom Bom Bom," Living Things, Motorola's ROKR. And so on). So in obedient consumer fashion (again, it's Confessional Friday, so you can't lynch me yet, angry mob...not yet), upon hearing the crunchy, screamy song on the iTunes commercial, I downloaded the single.

The song in question is "Cubicle" by << Rinoçérose>>, and after a few listens, I have to take a moment to appreciate the electro-techno blips and pops as well as the terrifically drawn out howls that make this song purely enjoyable if not slightly abrasive.

Last item. I was given the opportunity to review (in twelve words or less) a handful of albums for a friend who is starting up a magazine. So here's my blip for Calexico's Garden Ruin: The sound and the fury of ten years together breeds Southwestern perfection.

And that's all I've got for today, kiddies. I just picked up my "Legalize LA" tshirt from my employer in preparation for the demonstration on monday. You'll see me sporting it and showing support on May 1st.


*Knowing my own personal history with lauding certain songs in one year (say, 2001) and then realizing the immense error in my ways in another year (say, 2004), I'll probably hate myself in the morning. I only ask for grace, my friends, as that is likely to be a very difficult time for me.