Cinnamon loves instrumentals – but it takes a lot for me to go for a song without words to dig into and analyze and sing-a-long. Every element has to be fresh and inventive and full of emotion and catchy as all hell.
Sometimes is seems as if the aim of underground music is to be strange and bewildering to the mainstream. So much so that when something this beautiful emerges out of the underground scene it feels like a rare flower.
I am managing “Band A” for the year. Often the escapades of “Band A” read like a shaggy dog story – but I promise you everything I write is true. It’s not been so bad: “Band A” are on a label (Kafadan Kontak Records), they’ve been played on the radio (KPSU), but they’re impossible to manage over the summer…
One part Rolling Stones and one part Rod Stewart and one part Dead Boys – that’s a perfect mix for great garage rock.
We all have a weakness – mine is for Paint Fumes and their gangly shambolic garage rock. These boys were in the top ten of songs I listened to in 2018 – and I don’t see any change for 2019.
Leaning into south-western desert pop punk – this songs feels a little like an updating of the classic “Mexican Radio” by Wall of Voodoo.
The reigning king of glam drops another fantastic jewel. This wonderful alien has finished with love, breaking apart and breaking it off, ice cracking and chill coldness.
Achingly beautiful California folk indie vibes. Shaggy guitar picking and sleepy vocals. The indie underground universe is large enough to fall in love with this prettiness and warmth.
The underground rock-n-roll revolution is being led by the trashy Melbourne scene, and these four skeezy musicians, their terrible mullets, and a goddam total rock god singer.