The Food of Love III

 Alvvays. Pure pop perfection that shamelessly exploits my pronounced weakness for witty lyrics. If Morrissey and Tracy Tracy of the Primitives had had a baby (hey, a man can dream) she would look and sound a lot like Molly Rankin. 

Alvvays. Pure pop perfection that shamelessly exploits my pronounced weakness for witty lyrics. If Morrissey and Tracy Tracy of the Primitives had had a baby (hey, a man can dream) she would look and sound a lot like Molly Rankin. 

 Kelela. Pure pop/R&B perfection. Actually, perfection period. Give a listen and dare to disagree? LMK.   

Kelela. Pure pop/R&B perfection. Actually, perfection period. Give a listen and dare to disagree? LMK.

 

 Cigarettes After Sex. Maybe it's Greg Gonzalez' sensual, sotto voce delivery, but he had me at "patron saint of sucking cock." Possibly the most aptly-named, post-coital sounding band to come (ahem) along in recent years.

Cigarettes After Sex. Maybe it's Greg Gonzalez' sensual, sotto voce delivery, but he had me at "patron saint of sucking cock." Possibly the most aptly-named, post-coital sounding band to come (ahem) along in recent years.

 Tove Lo. Specifically, "Disco Tits." If Cigarettes After Sex is post-coital, this song is pure foreplay. Plus, the Swedish singer-songwriter gets down-- way  down--with a muppet in the video. "I don't have a type" indeed. 

Tove Lo. Specifically, "Disco Tits." If Cigarettes After Sex is post-coital, this song is pure foreplay. Plus, the Swedish singer-songwriter gets down--way down--with a muppet in the video. "I don't have a type" indeed. 

The Food of Love

If you're somehow living your life without these (fairly) recent releases, you should probably stop.

I can't stop listening to Kendrick Lamar's To Pimp A Butterfly.  It's on right now, as I update this blog.  But perhaps in another, more figurative sense, it's always on, if merely spinning on the Inception-like turntable in my head. "You can take the boy out the hood but you can't take the hood out the homie." A personal motto, of sorts. And pretty much the major theme of James Joyce's entire oeuvre.   

 

Ian Curtis and Siouxsie Sioux had a secret lovechild. They hired Polly Jean Harvey as wet-nurse. The child's name is Savages. Adore is their second jaw-droppingly good record.

 

Speaking of PJ Harvey (the band) as opposed to Polly Jean Harvey (the musical genius), The Hope Six Demolition Project is, what, its ninth studio album? It won't even be released until April 15th. So how are you supposed to not live without a record you can't possibly buy yet? Such is the power of Peej.