Rare Monk - Sleep/Attack


Portland natives Rare Monk have found just the right mix of alternative, radio-ready riffs and swelling, violin-tinged pysh-rock freakouts on their latest release, Sleep/Attack.  Even with the inclusion of some syth elements that have been overly used industry wide (see: Read more

Chester Watson - Origami [Prod. Art Vandelay]


St. Louis rapper Chester Watson should be on your radar like... now. Since he dropped "Hubris" a year ago, his flow has smoothed and his wordplay has molded to form the type of seamless verses on downtempo beats we've Read more

Charlotte Gainsbourg - Anna [Moonlight Matters Remix]


It’s real.  It matters.  So does moonlight.  Just ask Anna.  Read more

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Wildlife Control – “Ages Places”

On Friday, April 12, 2013 by NBICKLE.E In Music | comment  

Remember those times as a kid in school when you were taught things that initially seemed counter-intuitive?  Like wildfires:

“Naturally occurring wildfires play an integral role in nature. They return nutrients to the soil by burning dead or decaying matter. They also act as a disinfectant, removing disease-ridden plants and harmful insects from a forest ecosystem. And by burning through thick canopies and brushy undergrowth, wildfires allow sunlight to reach the forest floor, enabling a new generation of seedlings to grow.”

(source: National Geographic)

You know, wildlife control.

Youth Lagoon – Daydream [Noah Hyde Remix]

On Tuesday, January 8, 2013 by NBICKLE.E In Music | comment  

Apparently Notre Dame was caught daydreaming last night.  Terrible.  If we could enter that clouded, scary ND daydream that was the national championship, the song playing in the background would be “Blood, Tears and Gold” by the Hurts.  Hm, how fitting.  That’s also what the Fighting Irish sideline looked like.

But shit, luckily Noah Hyde’s remix saved me from that Miami meltdown pant-pooping performance…

[daydream resumes]

 

Micke – “I Can See It Coming” [prod. by YesYou]

On Monday, January 7, 2013 by NBICKLE.E In Music | comment  

Never met a Swede I didn’t like. Never met an Aussie I didn’t like. Shit, no wonder this joint is so dope. From now on, my heritage is half Swedish and half Australian. In fact for dinnah, I am about to have a smorgasbord of kottbullar, blodpudding and Foster’s.

“I Can See It Coming.” Swedestraaalian for awesome.

Urban Cone | Kings and Queens

On Tuesday, December 25, 2012 by NBICKLE.E In Music | comment  

KingsandQueens

Merry Christmas, folks. These Swedes know how to get a Christmas Party started. Well, that and booze. Sa [burp] lud. Merry freakin*&Fasflaksfdksaf lsddaafaf [head crashes into keyboard]

Mark II. 3-inch flashlight. Drank. Oh, and Slurricane Sandy.

On Wednesday, December 12, 2012 by NBICKLE.E In Artists, Music | comment  

Hanging out in an apartment alone, without power, can be underwhelming–or depending on how you are feeling, overwhelming.  That night?  I just put the above list to work, tinkering and drinking into the morning.  And then this song came on:

M83 – “Steve McQueen” (MAPS Remix)

On Tuesday, November 13, 2012 by NBICKLE.E In Music | comment  

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The original is fire.  This remix, not too shabby.  Anthony Gonzalez, the truth.  Air Max 1′s, the dopest shoe.  Ever.  Puddles aka The Duck, so much swag I am forced to use the word swag.  Portland’s cityscape at night, unparalleled.  West coast, best coast.  Organic cotton, so soft and so supple. Steve McQueen, they just don’t make ‘em like him anymore.

I am pretty sure that’s the message to take from this song.

TGIK – Night Moves

On Friday, November 9, 2012 by NBICKLE.E In Music | comment  

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The rolling thunder was getting louder, more persistent.  Yet it was still far off, somewhere distant in the Hudson Valley.  In the middle of the lake, the raindrops fell from a starlit sky.  They hit my soaked, naked body, but I couldn’t feel a thing.

Then crack.  The thunder clap was so strong it seemed to physically slap me out of sleep.  The lightning sparked the room blue, but for the rest of that stormy August night it was the sound of thunder I lay listening to.

You’re right Mr. Seger, it is strange how the night moves.

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