The Louisville, Kentucky music scene is undoubtedly catching fire. With the release of Greyhaven’s monumental album, Cult America, and the Pop Culture EP from Knocked Loose released in 2014 , there is no sign of the momentum stopping. Both bands take the idea of hardcore or metalcore music and do new and innovative things with the genres. That’s made very clear with Knocked Loose’s newest release, Laugh Tracks, … Continue reading Laugh Tracks – Knocked Loose
Miley Cyrus seems to have quite a presence in the spotlight recently–the VMAs may have helped–and mostly for terrible reasons. I want to start by initially recognizing that her appropriation of black culture is something worth examining and is not only disheartening, but disrespectful and damaging. However, I won’t be addressing that further in this post, as it is strictly a review of her newest music.
Say what you want, but Miley’s new music is arguably the most artful she has ever made. Hands down. First and foremost, Miley Cyrus & Her Dead Petz doesn’t conform to the cookie-cutter pop form we’ve grown so accustomed to seeing from not only her, but the entire industry. It has been freaking people out. In my book that means she’s doing something right. Continue reading “Miley Cyrus & Her Dead Petz”
“You are the earth the dog displaced. You are the neat little pile.
I’m sorry whatever came back to haunt me ended up a silly ghost.”
-from “How Many Years”
On the vast spectrum of contemporary poetry, Tyler Gobble’s More Wreck More Wreck lands somewhere between experimental and uniquely charming. While Gobble’s poems bring light to the wonderful (and not so wonderful) sides of growing up in the Midwest, political issues, and love and family—among other things—they are so much more than that. Gobble’s poems are honest and powerful, as they speak to the idea of what it is like to be human in this messed-up world. They are tender, funny, and full of life, and break convention, falling from the page into your eyes. They are energetic and loud. To put it simply, Gobble’s poems emanate who he is as a person, someone that gives all of the love in the world and is not afraid to be himself.
With the resurgence of the grunge and garage punk genres–no doubt due to the fact all of the teens and twenty-somethings that grew up listening to 90’s grunge and 2000’s garage punk music are starting their own bands–it’s no surprise that local Indy group Bad Fiction is reminiscent of bands like The Hives (circa Veni Vidi Vicious) or Nirvana (circa In Utero). In their debut EP, Red Light Syndrome , Bad Fiction’s distorted guitar, strained vocals, and disjointed drums meld into a spasmodic assault to the senses–in a good way, people. It holds an overwhelming nostalgia from beginning to end that makes it hard to pinpoint why a song titled “Shark of Wichita” reminds me of Jaws, which reminds me of being a child visiting family in Mississippi and being mercilessly bitten raw by fire ants. The point is, it made me think of something I haven’t thought about in a long time. Red Light Syndrome is the nostalgic musical equivalent of the Super Nintendo or Easy Bake Ovens–except it’s new and most people have yet to experience Bad Fiction’s songs.
Tyler, The Creator is known for his extremely violent, hate filled lyrics and that one time he ate a cockroach (see “Yonkers” video). This had fans anticipating carnage with Wolf, but the question is, did they get it?