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Friday, May 4, 2012

May The Fourth Be With You - Star Wars Triple Bill

So today is STAR WARS DAY! How do I know it's STAR WARS DAY? Well everyone is saying it's STAR WARS DAY because you can make a pun with May the Fourth and THAT'S all the reason I need for it to be STAR WARS DAY (which really should be everyday).

So for all you fresh faced young rebels and imperials of tomorrow, here are three cool cuts of Star Wars music mayhem. And no John Williams in sight!


RUM TUM DUM DUM DAHDAHDAAAAHHHHHH it's the Cantina Song! A capella! By Sixteen Feet, the Swathmore College based vocal group that do tons of amazing covers of your favorite songs. Want barbershop re-workings of Blink-182 (your FAVORITE!) or The Muppets? They have you covered.


This remix of the Imperial March by Fader Gladiator was used to brilliant effect in the British sitcom Spaced, though their rendition didn't feature Yoda busting moves like nobody's business.


CHEWBACCA! WHAT A WOOKIE! Need I say more?

Have an awesome Star Wars Day everyone. And of course: May The Fourth Be With You.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Smashing - Giant Drag


Giant Drag are a two (and sometimes three) piece band that make music of the grungy-shoegazery type, often with cat meows. Meows are an underrated tool in popular music.


The band consists of guitarist/vocalist/songwriter Annie Hardy and drummer/synth player (at the same time) Micah Calabrese. They have broken up and reunited and rebroken and rereunited on and off over the last several years. Clearly fate wants more of their scuzzily dreamy music. And they have to pay the bills. But probably mostly fate.


Today's Best Song Ever is 'Smashing,' from the duo's debut album Hearts and Unicorns.


'Smashing' sits more firmly in the shoegazer end of the band sound. If I had to think of one word to describe the song, it would be expansive. It feels enormous, yet achingly empty. The synth heartbeat echoes like an SOS signal through the empty shell of a derelict space station slowly crashing towards Earth, bursting into sparks of guitar haze and drum beat detritus. Over this distant chaos Hardie's ghostly vocals float and whisper before fading into the din.

And then it ends with towels! Perfect.