finally...rock is back!


According to this article from Newsweek (via catbirdseat), it sounds like this "indie rock" thing is a pretty big deal. Wow. I ought to check out that whole scene - maybe I'll stumble upon the new "class president"! Oy vey.

For the rest of this week, I think I'll try to feature artists from Canadian label Upper Class Recordings, (since Toronto is bound to become this decade's Seattle!). Today, lappop sensations the Russian Futurists (flash required):

MP3 The Russian Futurists - "Let's Get Ready To Crumble"
While "Precious Metals" from this same album keeps showing up on the mixes I make, I think it's available somewhere on the net as a free download (sorry, couldn't track it down). So here instead is the title track from last year's excellent Let's Get Ready To Crumble, whose opening lyrics seemed appropriate given the above article:
I do pop 'cause that's what my heart goes, I don't call it art, no sir
That denotes that when I wrote it I had other motives
We're never saying what we mean, it's all Silver Screens and lights
And new heights of drama comma tension and clenchin' fists
Love consists of on and off and a built for two coffin
When it's summed up, the rest is a hoax and some jokes
That's been drummed up by the suits and
They're choking out your life in chunks from nine to five and
You ain't never gonna get a second back

MP3 The Russian Futurists - "The Hall of Fame of Things I Despise"
Okay, I fibbed a bit when I referred to these guys as "sensations" - because it's really just one guy doing the whole thing in his bedroom. This track comes from 2001's The Method of Modern Love, which was written, performed, & recorded by Matthew Adam Hart all by his lonesome. I have to wonder, has any song that sounded so chipper ever claimed to be, "the loneliest song in the whole world"?
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