"Pitted" by Sløtface
Happy Saturday night. Right now I'm playing "Never Have I Ever" with a group of friends. While they load up on utterly loathesome bulls**t like Coors Lite and Milwaukee's Best, my cup is full of Matthew Biancaniello inspired cocktails made of celery root. Not the best things I've ever downed from a cup but at least I'm not pulling strings from my teeth like I was during my initial celery root phase.
Last round I made the statement, never have I ever skipped going out so I could watch Netflix with the sound off while listening to a Norwegian alt-rock band get all anthemic about spirited introverts on their debut album. Everyone just stared at me. I took my shot.
I give you "Pitted" by Sløtface. The song that just
"My Shirt Guy is High" by Johnny Kills
Johnny Kills described "My Shirt Guy is High" as summer evening slacker-psych music. I would call it unshaved bikini line in the dark pool music. Maybe the best approach is to marry the two and say "My Shirt Guy is High" is unshave your bikini line because you are a slacker in a dark pool on the summer evening...psych music.
Sorry dude, gotta run. Spin Magazine (the online version) is currently on my cell phone. They said they want to hire me because of my "nobody understands what I'm talking about" song descriptions.
"Way Too Much" by Smash Boom Pow
Smash Boom Pow is a blood brother duo from Vancouver, BC. Brother Ulysses [vocals/guitar] came up with "Way Too Much" to quell two primordial needs: therapeutic release and indie rock fanboy.
The brothers have pointed out that the chorus “you’re asking way too much of me” is not written because their mom expects them to clean their rooms (or some other unreasonable labour request) but rather a response to unfair emotional demands that can inflict some serious psychic damage. Be true to yourself, compromise for the sake of the relationship or move to a farm during rainy season and watch your prized celery roots swell, crack and brown at the heart? That is the essential question "Way Too Much" sets out to illustrate.
"Subtitles for X, Y, Z" by Creo
Creo's new song, which is the title track from their upcoming EP mind you, is "all about getting out of your own head, fucking off agendas and accepting that those innocent quirks you try to hide need to be loved by yourself, first and foremost.” Take a page out of the celery root's playbook. Don't be afraid to let your warts, knobs, rubbery roots and meshed tentacles hang out for everyone to see. You'll be all the better for it.
"She Believes in the Devil" by Send Medicine
This video can best be summed up as Woman claims this mid-century bungalow house as her own. She then has her way with it.
"F*ck They" by SOFI TUKKER
It took a while for this song to sort of grow on me. Actually, strike that, I'm still not convinced it has grown on me. As far as the video goes, I'm way down with the bar/restaurant in it. All those crazy colors, slaughtered vegetables and freaky movements. What's not to like? Just wish the celery root could've gotten a bit of love.
"A Place to Drown" by John Joseph Brill
In case you missed last month's Food Flavored Album review of John Joseph Brill's latest EP, I said that "A Place to Drown" might be tragically romantic or it might just be tragic. Either way it is haunting. The only thing that I would like to add to that breakdown, after seeing the video, are the words celery root. I haven't quite figured out where they fit but there is absolutely no denying that they belong in their somewhere.
"Pitted" by Sløtface
Two things have occured tonight thanks to Sløtface's "Pitted." I'm getting really gøød at making the ø øn my cømputer and I'm alsø develøping a bit øf an affinity før Prøseccø as a celery røøt chaser.
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