With loving hands And their arms are stretched so wide they can’t seem to take a breath Knowing evil will prevail And a million people seems like a lot And a million people can’t be wrong…
If you look at the news today, well, some of the “news,” you might be inclined to say that we’ve got to brace ourselves for even darker days ahead. Like shit is going to go sideways in the most colossal way. At the same time, we could hope for the best. One news headline even uses the word “inevitable,” which reminded of that big purple villain from that popular comic book movie. But this isn’t like the movies where the heroes always win. It’s not inevitable I know, but worse things have happened, and it can still get worse if more people will make the wrong choices.
Times are gone For honest men Sometimes, far too long for snakes
Once again, I hide behind the songs, the music. Like those lines from “Clint Eastwood,” I see “destruction and demise, corruption in disguise, in this fucking enterprise” and what’s even more despairing is seeing these things get normalized, when every criticism and allegation gets rebuttal from the shills, influencers, propagandists with loads of half-truths, misinformation, misdirections, and whataboutisms. And the sad part is that some people take these counter-arguments as bible truths. That anything mainstream is propaganda.
Burn away the goodness You and I remain Did you see the last war Well, here I am again
Friends, relatives, well-educated colleagues… the number of people I know who fell victim to this is just disheartening. That they ignore the obvious alignment of those people with history of corruption could probably tell how deep they are in the rabbit hole. I tried to engage them — just a few of them. And while I was not able to Trojan-horse their well-guarded beliefs, I am hoping that in time, sexy naked Truth will finally reveal herself to them. (By the way, the story goes that Truth went bathing with Falsehood in a creek, and Falsehood took Truth’s beautiful flowery dress, and Truth, refusing to take another’s clothes, thus went naked.)
There will come a time when everybody Who is lonely will be free To sing and dance and love
There will come a time when every evil That we know will be an evil That we can rise above
Who cares if you’re so poor you can’t afford To buy a pair of Mod A Go-Go stretch-elastic pants There will come a time when you can even Take your clothes off when you dance.
The recent series of oil price hike reminded me of Lady Diane’s “Sa-Sa-Saddam,” which came out in the early the ’90s, during the Gulf War. If you’re thinking, is that the song that goes… yes, it is what you think it is. But instead of going with the obvious choices, like “Sa-Sa-Saddam,” or more recent songs like Narda’s “Gasolina” for instance, or that annoying dance hit of the same name…
Wait. *checks video on Youtube* Okay, the song has some Latino vibe to it, and the video has sexy ladies dancing (okay, not as annoying anymore) and while searching about the song, I also found out that “Gasolina” according to some sources, is a slang for sperm. So, the chorus goes like “she wants more gasolina,” or something like that. Okay, yeah. Let me take it back. Daddy Yankee’s “Gasolina” is a great song. But as I’ve said, I’m not going with the obvious, or any fuel-related stuff, for this playlist.
“I was a commuter on the 804, worked for a computer on the 19th floor and…” Rupert Holmes, “Terminal,” you know, the song where he meets this woman on a bus, and then he thinks about cheating on his wife with that woman on the bus, and then that woman on the bus turns out to be his wife. Because it turns out, his wife likes Pina Colada, and getting caught in the rain. It’s really a bit confusing, how he never realized that the woman on the bus was actually his wife. She probably wore a mask. A prosthesis. Like the ones they use in those Mission: Impossible movies. Or MAYBE, I mixed up two different songs. I dunno. Let’s start over.
I was a commuter for the longest time. No, not bus no. 804, for there are no such thing in this side of the planet. No looped bus routes, but rather a very disorganized, oftentimes inconvenient, public transport sector primarily driven by private companies. I ride trikes, jeepneys, buses, on the way to work. It’s cheaper, even though in many ways, not that convenient.
Even after I got my driver’s license, like Olivia Rodrigo, who might or might not have had a boob job recently, I’d still to use the public transport. Yes, even after I learned how to drive, I’d still go for the bus, even if it means falling in a long serpentine line, especially during the Holy Week. And yes, some are saying that Olivia Rodrigo prolly had her boobs done. Considering that her physique is closer to that of Taylor Swift than say, Katy Perry, yeah, she probably had her, um, augmented fifth followed by a minor sixth. Music theory references, sorry. Though I can’t really say for sure. I’m not a surgeon. You be the judge.
“Sometimes what comes up, just won’t go, just won’t go down.” If only Economics wasn’t so boring a subject in high school, this would’ve been much longer. But for the life of me, I don’t have a good grasp of the songs of the laws that govern supply and demand, or stuff like inflation, oil deregulation law, or why my father was so disappointed his SSS monthly pension is so small since the Duterte admin decided to give additional 1000 pesos to the old pensioners and so the next ones got the short shrift of it. I don’t know, man, we got fucked over and over again and people are still so willingly blind. Damn. Fuck. Here’s my Oil Price Hike playlist. Ang mahal mahal na ng gas, grabe. Ang mahal na rin ng mga bilihin.
Thought about picking 69 love songs for the Love Month. Then I realized that it was a daunting task, coming up with a list of 69 songs and writing about them. So I settled with 14. Because that’s Benjie Paras’ jersey number, back when he was with the Shell Turbo Chargers. By the way, I got this idea from The Magnetic Fields’ 69 Love Songs, which is exactly what it says it is — a triple LP with 69 love songs on it. Sixty-nine songs is roughly the equivalent of six full length albums. And even Pavement, the last great American band from Sacto, Northern Cal, only produced five studio albums. They’re one LP short. And it took them 10 years to do that whereas The Magnetic Fields did 69 all in just one go (probably the reason Robert Christgau gave it an A+). Anyway, onto the songs…
Minsan Lang Kitang Iibigin, Juris. Way before Unique and Zild, there was Juris. Mononym. Like Drake. Adele. Found this untagged MP3 on my phone. Thought it was Regine Velasquez’s version of the song. Turns out it is not. By the way, this version is better than Regine’s, which is better than Ariel Rivera’s, which was better than… No, Ariel Rivera’s songs are not better than anything. It’s always the covers and later versions of them that makes them good, saves them, like when Kamikazee salvaged ”Sana Kahit Minsan.”
Gaano Ko Ikaw Kamahal, Itchyworms. Don’t you think it’s good that previously unavailable non-album songs like this are now becoming more accessible because you can now stream them on Spotify. Think it’s one of the “goods” of Spotify. Because it consumes less data than streaming the music video on YT which isn’t even HD, I guess? Idk. I’m playing a 320kbps file I saved on my phone.
Once I Loved, Astrud Gilberto. This should’ve been called “The Astrud Gilberto Song,” though “Once I Loved” is also fine. Today I learned, that Astrud Gilberto later hooked up with Stan Getz. Yes, that’s the same Getz, of the famous Getz/Gilberto, the Gilberto being Astrud’s then-husband when they made this album. By the way, this song is my “Starbucks mood” setter. I don’t know, I suppose it’s the same mood as when I go to the beach and drink beer but somehow it gets associated with sitting in a coffeeshop and sipping on a cup of overpriced coffee.
I Won’t Last A Day Without You, The Carpenters. The Judy Ann version would also be fine.
You, The Carpenters. If you’re into collecting records and you’re a Carpenters fan, you might have wondered as well why “You” isn’t always included in their greatest hits compilations. It’s because it was never released as a single, and therefore was not a hit, in the US or elsewhere — except in the Philippines. This song, off the band’s seventh album, is a non-single. But some pinoy radio DJs back then must’ve liked the song so much that they started playing it on their programs and soon other DJs followed suit and eventually made the song a Philippine-only hit, just like Rupert Holmes’ “Terminal” and Stephen Speaks’ “Passenger Seat.”
Escape (The Pina Colada Song), Rupert Holmes. Speaking of Holmes, this became “popular” again recently due to Awesome Mix Vol. 1, Star-Lord’s mom’s gift to Peter Quill a.k.a. Star-Lord, in the movie Guardians of the Galaxy. Anyway, interesting story, which you’d probably miss if you don’t read the lyrics. It’s about a couple who’s bored with each other and their marriage, two individuals, who, in the end, probably deserved each other, deserved to be together.
Everything, Alanis Morissette. I thought this is one of her bestest songs. I mean, honest, confessional, I thought this is very empowering. But I don’t know women, so I don’t know, I might be wrong. I thought this feels like what it feels like when someone really really loves you, when you’re in a happy healthy relationship with someone, and s/he’s really good in bed. Sure, sex doesn’t solve personal, much less world, problems, but good sex, good loud sex, is all you need, sometimes. And feeling loved of course.
Sirang Romantiko, Put3ska. I think it was in one of Diego Castillo’s Foaming In the Mouth podcast where I first heard Sylvia La Torre’s “Alak.” I liked the song. So, I searched for it, found it, and downloaded “Ikaw Kasi,” the album which includes that song. The other day, I found that this album also has a song called “Bahala Na!” I played it and I thought it sounded familiar. It’s the same song found on FrancisM’s Freeman, which I didn’t know back then was a cover. Now, I’m wondering if “Sirang Romantiko” is cover or not, given that “Manila Girl” was earlier recorded by the Urban Bandits. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Edit: According to Google, this was written by Arnold Morales. So, no, it’s not a cover.
Like Someone In Love, Chet Baker. In my nth attempt to get into jazz, I saved a number of jazz albums on my phone, which I labeled Jazz Starter Pack. Miles Davis’ Kind of Blue (reportedly more accessible than, say, Bitches Brew), Thelonius Monk’s Brilliant Corners, something by Coltrane, and Chet Baker Sings. I liked Chet Baker Sings, the rest I just couldn’t get into.
Hallelujah, John Cale. Leonard Cohen alludes to David playing a harp (maybe) before King Saul in the first verse, and then mixes the story of David and Bathseba with Samson and Delilah on the next. Cohen also made the point that David wanted to be tested, just like Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob before him (Your faith was strong but you needed proof / You saw her bathing on the roof / Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you). While the other three passed the test, David failed miserably. Eventually, he sent Uriah Heep to his death, and took Bathseba as his wife. And I learned all this from watching the movie King David on an old VHS tape back in the ’90s. Not even in my teens yet, but for a Biblical movie, this has a fair amount of violence, some sex and nudity.
You’ve Really Got a Hold on Me, The Miracles.Four Brothers, a movie about, well, four brothers, two of them black and the other two white, starring Mark Walhberg, one-half of Outkast, and two other guys, is a good movie. The song isn’t really featured in the movie. But some blogger from years ago, thought it would be nice to share a Motown classic after talking about the movie. Because the movie is set in Detroit. And it features some Motown classic. I downloaded the MP3 and it got me hooked on it from the moment the piano intro started.
Your Ex-Lover Is Dead, Stars. Captured a taxi despite all the rain / We drove in silence across Pont Champlain / And all of the time you thought I was sad / I was trying to remember your name. He forgot her name? How could he forget her name? Her ex must have been a dick. I mean, I (kind of) met someone before and I never forgot about her. And I didn’t even know her name. But I never forgot. Going back to the song, it’s good that they ended up alone, not together in the end. Because her ex’s a dick.
I Don’t Wanna Wait, Paula Cole. I only knew and heard about Dawson’s Creek based on what my friends said or did not say about the show back when it was one of the things they used to talk about. They said ABS-CBN’s Tabing-Ilog was a rip-off of it. Also, up to this point, I don’t know which came first: the Barbie’s Cradle song or the show? The song most probably. Anyway, for the longest time, I thought it’s “I don’t wanna wait for our lies to be over” instead of “our lives to be over.”
Darating, Teeth. There’s a bit of “minsan lang kitang iibigin” in this final track on Teeth’s final studio album I Was A Teenage Tree. Only it’s way less schmaltzy, less heart on one’s sleeve than the 1993 hit written by Aaron Paul del Rosario, which was originally based on a poem called “I Will Love Thee But Once” — the final line of the poem “But once will be forever” seamlessly translated into the song’s “dahil ang minsan ay magpakailanman.” What did I say about songs that promise forever? Teeth has a better alternative: “Parang ayaw na kitang mawala. Minsan lang darating — mawawala pa ba ang minsan?”
There are album covers that add something — tone, hue, context — to the listening experience. There are album covers that are just great to look at. There are great albums with ‘meh’ album covers. The opposite is mostly likely also true. Anyway, below are album artworks which I think are cool or great, and album covers which are not. Continue reading “5 Cool/Great Album Covers (and 5 Which Are Not)”→
This could’ve been a Friday Slide playlist, trademark Jam 88.3, I’m making this bummed out playlist instead. A missed opportunity at work due to some late capitalism assessment tool. Then, I have drive to work for at least two weeks (my carpool friend got himself “sanctioned”). Not that I don’t like driving. Continue reading “Bummed Playlist”→
Mayonaise. One of the few The Smashing Pumpkins songs that I can still slide into my playlist without thinking about that minor feud between Billy Corgan and Stephen Malkmus during the ’90s and how between the two, Corgan was the one who’s pikon. By the way, great melodies — one of their best songs ever. Continue reading “Misty Mundae Playlist”→
“Movies are our cheap and easy expression, the sullen art of displaced persons. Because we feel low we sink in the boredom, relax in the irresponsibility, and maybe grin for a minute when the gunman lines up three men and kills them with a single bullet, which is no more “real” to us than the nursery-school story of the brave little tailor.” Pauline Kael. Trash, Art, and the Movies. It’s a nice read. Even though I don’t know all the movies she mentioned in it. Continue reading “Best Movies I’ve Seen in 2021”→
Firewoman. Hungry Young Poets.I wanna be a firewoman. I’ll water down your desire. I’m not really sure I’m right about this one, which is why it’s first on the list. But Barbie Almalbis also wrote “Belinda Bye-bye,” which means, she wasn’t afraid to write about, y’know, “stuff.” And there’s “fire” in the lyrics. Continue reading “Songs About Fucking”→
A few months ago, I was listening to some of Zild Benitez’s songs on YouTube. On the second or third song, I wondered, these songs don’t sound the same as I remember. Only then did I realize that I was actually listening to a different set of songs, from a different album, Zild’s second album. I thought they were from Continue reading “Mga Paborito Kong Kanta sa Taong 2021”→
Bakit Ba? Siakol. Nagaaliw sa usok at beer lang ang kasama. You can forgive the song’s overt sentimentality. Obviously, the guy’s already drunk even before the first line. And you know some guys are like that when they’re brokenhearted. And drunk.
Syota ng Bayan. Grin Department. Probably the most un-PC in the list. And it isn’t totally about drinking either. But you know me, I’ll include a song even for the slightest hint of alcohol in the lyrics. Even if it’s denatured or rubbing alcohol we’re talking about. This is what lack of alcohol does to a MF.
Di Ko Alam. Grin Department. Why this song? Because it’s hard to drink with the girl when you’re in the friendzone.
Salamat. The Dawn. Corporate rock at its finest but corporate rock nonetheless. I don’t really like The Dawn or this song, even though it automatically makes me think of ice-cold San Miguel Beer. But if you’re a fan, you can argue that even Fernando Amorsolo worked for La Tondena before (back when it was Ayala Distillery).
Sige. 6cyclemind. The thing with 6cyclemind is that, no matter how you dislike them, most of their songs (the better ones) are videoke staples. Also, because Eraserheads’ songs are usually harder to sing (Spoliarium, El Bimbo, Magasin).
Sabado Nights. Rizal Underground. The band sampled a riff from Juan Dela Cruz’ “Mamasyal sa Pilipinas.” And you may forget about this JDC tidbit but maybe not the lady in black T-shirt in that Sabado Nights TV commercial.
Spoliarium. Eraserheads. It’s not about something so sinister as some people think/used to think. By the way, “Wasak Waltz” is medyo cringe (Sorry, so conyo). Medyo pilit s’ya. At saka cliche na ‘yung ‘wasak’ nung ni-release ‘tong kantang ‘to. If I remember correctly, Ely once said that some of his songs (post-Eraserheads) were intially written for beer commercials. Maybe “Wasak Waltz” was one of those.
Bananatype. Eraserheads. Hey! What’s your name? Hindi mo ba alam na akoy lasing? This is Ely at his wackiest, and maybe Eheads at their bluesiest. Watch out for references to Tekken’s Jun Kazama (aahh, ‘yun pala ‘yun) and Mario O’Hara.
Giyang. Razorback. Conyo rock not at its finest but conyo rock nonetheless. Ugh.
Baso. Maude. The rare 2010’s song in the list. And… that’s all.
Hudas. Bamboo.‘Pag sila’y nagtatawanang malakas, tinatawanan lang tayo. O ‘di kaya isang tropa lang sila, ang demonyo, si San Pedro at ang Diyos. ‘Nuff said.
Straight No Chaser. Rivermaya. Nathan Azarcon, patron saint of the broken, wrote “She’s So Uncool,” “Homecoming,” and this. While it is really about drinking it straight — no chaser — like that Siakol song above, this is also about a girl.
Gin Pomelo. Radioactive Sago Project. How the f*ck did I forget about this one the first time?
Inuman Na. Parokya Ni Edgar. This song could go on and on for as long as everyone knows the chorus (nevermind the verse) and until the guitarist couldn’t play the right chords anymore. Because he’s drunk already. We’re drunk already. And neighbors were already angry.
Pare Ko. Eraserheads. The post-basted group therapy song. You can be Siakol and drink alone with your misery or you can drink with friends which is probably a lot more fun.
Masaya.Bamboo. Ako’y malungkot na naman. Amoy chico na ako, ilang tagay na hindi pa rin tulog. What I wrote about “Straight No Chaser,” I should have written for this. This song hits really hard. Ang pag-ibig, ganyan talaga. Sa una lang masaya.
Alkohol.Eraserheads. This one’s from Raymund Marasigan. He wrote a Larry Alcala Slice of Life, where people are drunk, drinking, and all the things described in the song.
Laklak. Teeth. Someone needs to write a song about different type and brands of beer (or whiskey or whatever your weapon of choice is) the way The End wrote and sang about cars in “Drive My BM” just for the sake of it. Just for fun. You know, a song where there’s a line that mentions Heineken, San Miguel, Tiger, Sapporo… and rhymes Carlsberg with Spielberg. Why not a song about the perils of alcoholism? Well, because Teeth already did that.
Beer. Itchyworms. If including a song that has little to do with drinking (see above: Syota ng Bayan) is what lack of alcohol does to a MF, this song is what lack of pussy [and plenty of alcohol] does to a MF. Is he in denial phase? Or he got drunk so hard that he reached the tipping point of letting go. Either way, this song asks the ultimate fucking question. Ano ba talagang mas gusto ko: ang beer na ‘to o ang pag-ibig mo?
The Shining. Me and my cousins watched this together with other kids in a ‘piso-piso Betamax movie house,’ which is not really a movie house by the way, but an actual house. We watched this movie in somebody’s living room. You know what’s just as scary as the movie itself? My cousin whispering to my ear Continue reading “Movies, DVDs, and other horror stories”→
Contrary to that Ben Folds Five song (which none of you probably knows), nobody wants to be Kate. No, not in this movie. Nobody would want to be in her position. Female assassin and young girl pairing works better here than in Gunpowder Milkshake, the same way the multiple double crosses works better Continue reading “Breeder’s Digest”→
Shall I give a rundown of the last movies I’ve seen? Sure, why not? Well, tracking the movies I’ve watched is easier now since I started logging them on Letterboxd. And I’m also slowly transferring some of my movie ‘reviews’ in this blog to Letterboxd for whatever it’s worth. One thing I don’t like Continue reading “Breeder’s Digest”→
Last movies I’ve watched and liked? Ang Babaeng Walang Pakiramdam (2020), and it seems to be getting “review-bombed” on Letterboxd. But it’s a fairly good movie, especially the acting — props to both Kim Molina and Gerald Napoles. Daryll Yap’s movies seems to get a lot of hate/dislike online Continue reading “Breeder’s Digest”→
Remember the time when they were promoting The Click Five on TV? Like this pop-rock (boy)band with emo haircuts and play their own instruments is probably the next big thing? I don’t really remember in what year that was, but I had the impression then they we’re trying to make this band go big Continue reading “10 Popular Songs That You Hate”→
Martin Scorsese once said Marvel movies isn’t cinema. Not that I have a strong opinion on whether movies such as Avengers: Endgame is cinema or not, it’s just that, I thought it’s cool to mention Martin Scorsese in the first line. That said, maybe you could say that Zack Snyder’s Zack Snyder’s Justice LeagueContinue reading “Movies: The Lone Ranger, WandaVision, Psychokinesis”→
Nostalgia, according to Wikipedia (a type of encyclopedia which doesn’t require any kind of lifting, reaching or walking to the bookshelf), is a sentimentality for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations. Nostalgia is associated with a yearning for the past, its personalities, possibilities Continue reading “Songs of the Week: Radiohead, Stephen Malkmus, Angel Locsin”→
Recently re-watched Spider-Man 2 and Spider-Man: Far From Home. The former is generally regarded as the best Spider-Man movie, and not only that, one of the best comic book movies, alongside Logan, The Dark Knight, and Watchmen (just kidding). And the latter, I’d say the best among recent Continue reading “Re-watch: Spider-Man 2 (2004) / Far From Home (2019)”→
I missed the chance to make this post on Christmas Day so I am taking back that chance now. Because, what’s the difference anyway? Christmas, New Year? When you realized that the “new year” only gives you a false sense of discontinuity, as if the time is a timer that resets every three-hundred sixty Continue reading “Top 10 Porn for Christmas”→
Three typhoons in two weeks is no laughing matter. Five, if we include the tropical storms. And despite being constantly on Facebook for the latest weather bulletins and updates I found myself wondering the other day: “How come the last Typhoon was called Ulysses when the ones before them were Quinta and Rolly? What happened to S and T?” Continue reading “Songs for Driving”→
Let’s talk about bands you probably heard of before but never heard from again.
Bembol Rockers. Chances are, you probably knew more about Bembol Rocco’s children than the band whose name was inspired by Bembol Roco’s children’s father, who’s no other than—take a guess—Bembol Roco himself. And you probably knew more about Bembol Roco himself and his escapades in Manila in the Claws of Neon and how he lost Ligaya (before the Eraserheads found her again) than these rowdy quartet who specializes in rockabilly and swing. One more thing this band specializes in: How to disappear completely. Unlike Bembol the actor whom you can still see on TV from time to time, Bembol the band hasn’t left much trace, scent, internet footprint or whatever that could be traced back to them. Found no articles written about them. They made one album apparently. Or maybe two. One is The Fabolous Bembol Rockers (according to Discogs.com) and two, this “Live” album found on pinoyalbums(dot)com which has the same tracklisting as the former.
The Bernadettes. I should probably stop writing this now because the band just released a brand new track last September. Like the Bembol Rockers, The Bernadettes were a hot commodity many moons ago. Never really heard anything by them until today, when I (re)discovered their song “Let’s Make Babies” on Lilystars Records’ Bandcamp page while looking for We Are Imaginary’s debut EP One Dreamy Indeterminate Hum. “Let’s Make Babies” is a great indie-pop song. Catchy chorus, great hooks. It’s like Nirvana’s “Molly’s Lips” meets Weezer and Oasis in a non-alcoholic bar and decided to have a threesome. Except all of them are males and therefore making babies is very much not possible at all. And the album cover featuring an elephant mounting a rhino? Not very wholesome, these guys. And I was really really disappointed when I found out that Bernadette Sembrano, Bernadette Allyson, and Bernadette Whatshername were not really the members of the band.
Your Imaginary Friends. Well, first off, they’re not real. Believe me. I used to have one when I was a kid. And my mom used to… Oh! You mean the band! Sorry, I thought… Okay, the band… Yeah, Ahmad Tanji & co. gave us “Nikita“, this EP and went into hiding, never to be heard from ever again. A lot of bands in Clem Castro’s Lilystars Records are like that, actually. The Camerawalls had only one album. The Gentle Isolation, The Viral Atmosphere, The Harsh Quarantines—all of them had only one album to their name. They’re still around actually, Your Imaginary Friends. Except they’re not your imaginary friends anymore. They turned out to be real. And they turned out to be not your friends. No, they changed their name to We Are Imaginary—I know, a little less catchy and imaginative if you’d ask me. At least they’re not imaginary anymore. Oh, wait, they still are.
The Butchercons. According to Stephen Malkmus, punk bands should release just one album and then break up. Maybe because there’s no merit in releasing same album over and over again. Maybe that’s The Butchercons’ credo too. One album and they’re done. Their album Coalesce may not be one of the best albums from the last decade but it’s a solid rock album. The guitars in this album totally owns, man! And these kids can really scream! Put this record on when you’re running low on energy. Or you can go to the nearest Family Mart and grab that energy bar. But if you have allergies, like me, then The Butchercons is your safest option. Of course, there’s also Cobra, Red Bull and coffee.
End of Contracts. You probably saw Edouard Canlas once on TV parading his bodega full of sneakers, but you probably never heard of End of Contracts, his musical alter-ego. End of Contracts’ lone CD Radioedito and Narda’s Discotillion came out around the same time. Thinking about it now, I actually regretted buying that Turin Brakes CD one time I was in Glorietta. Or Clap Your Hands and Say Yeah’s debut album. I should have bought Radioedito instead (and Moonstar88’s Todo Combo). I should have gambled on this one. It may not have been worth it but at least I wouldn’t be wondering now how the songs on this album sounds. I never really heard any song from this album, except for “Alamona”, which is actually a great song. Either it sounds like a long lost OPM gem from the 70s or a retro-hit in the vein of Itchyworms’ “Beer”, only it’s underplayed, underrated, and not a little bit vulgar.
Why Oh, Flamingo! should change their name to Oh Flamingo
What new artists you discovered this year? Off the top my head, Khruangbin, Japanese Breakfast, Stella Donnelly, Marren Morris and Men I Trust. Last year it was Mitski, Lucy Dacus, beabadoobee… Khruangbin, Men I Trust and Japanese Breakfast I discovered via YouTube. Maren Morris and Stella Donnelly, I saw them on some website and I probably wouldn’t give them a listen if not for their respective album covers. Continue reading “Breeder’s Digest: San Cisco, Neil Young, Oh, Flamingo!”→