Scott Dickson lives in Kansas City and just recently started making dreamy, minimal music under this moniker. Me, I need this kind of space in my life. Not everything should have vocals, not everything should have a beat. But feeling that bass line at around 1:30 cracks it open, and the resonance keeps me breathing.
He tells me there will be more where this came from. Stay tuned to his Tumblr.
This is some of the best ambient-influenced music I’ve heard all year.
“Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call. Go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone, don’t wait for them to give you a sign because it might never come. Don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really.”—Harvey Milk (via midnightsoulsstillremain)
Hello, I’m a woman (I think) and the reason why I did not make a list is because I felt that if I made one it would not…
I’m a guy. I tried making a list. I couldn’t do it. Why? Because I hate lists. There’s no way I could decide what my 26th favorite album of the last 15 years was. Seriously, I don’t know how anyone does it.
Sorry if my dick makes my opinion invalid. I’m off to drink beers and watch a football game at Hooters.
The results from Pitchfork People’s List were published today, and 88% of voters were male. (12% were female, there wasn’t an “other” option, fwiw.) Since I Am The Twelve Percent and I spend a lot of my time talking about and thinking about and writing about music, I wanted to ask a couple…
Track 1 from Oblivion Hunter LP out September 25, 2012 on Load Records
Since forming in 1994, Lightning Bolt has taken a zig zag path to recording, playing and touring. Following in this pattern is the release of Oblivion Hunter, a collection of the band’s epic recording sessions over the last few years. Oblivion Hunter is a real cool time – loose, hard and loopy. From the get-go the sound is amped-up and free with an ear on the railroad tracks to the big sounds of industry and clamor. Bass sounds jump out of the speaker cones that conjure up ears in alien propulsion systems, nights in faraway wind tunnels, and brutal beatings at Gitmo. Drums and assorted FX pop in and out with the resolve of a finger quivering over the A-bomb button drunk on power and convinced of your need. This record is one of the few necessary things in your grim stretch of existence, played by a band with 20 years of total conviction to the destruction of your ear drums. The net is cast decidedly further this time out with North Pole square dancing colliding with shock troop whiplash, executed with the spontaneous interplay of neutrino collision. It is time for you to binge and purge. You are now the Oblivion Hunter.
Track Listing: 1. King Candy 2. Baron Wasteland 3. Oblivion Balloon 4. Fly Fucker Fly 5. The Soft Spoken Spectre 6. Salamander 7. World Wobbly Wide