Tag: reviews
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Spittoon Scrap Tune Wrap

The songs I spun voraciously in 2024—Now featuring more new stuff than before!
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ST. PATRICK’S SMACKDOWN 2024

THE MURPHYS VS. MOLLY I made this flier. I was proud of it. I think a lot of white people in the United States are aspirationally Irish—especially when it comes to their media consumption. It’s part of the popular myth of the Irish in America: Civil War heroes who consistently prove their willingness to get…
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American Downfall Annual Sounds Haul: 2022 in Tunes, PART ONE

Introduction OK—end of the year, time to account for the last twelve months of spins. And since I recently spent a few months “between jobs,” and consequently am still on the Lyndon Johnson lunchtime diet (depicted below), I’m gonna try to keep it short this time. We’ll see how that turns out. Still, it shouldn’t…
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SNOT ROCK CD Selections 002: The Miles, Live! In Palmdale

Sorry for the delay. I seem to be using my extended burnout as justification for weekend trips up and down the California coast these days. I’ve seen the Miles, a classically scrappy San Diego rock trio, about five times since they formed in 2018. In that time, their song-to-song style has veered between hefty-swag-packin’ garage…
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SNOT ROCK CD Selections 001: Elvis Costello, My Aim Is True

I’m starting this CD reviews series with a personal favorite: My Aim Is True, Elvis Costello’s 1977 full-length—the album where Declan Patrick MacManus conclusively proved that mixing jittery nerd-rock, cynical lit-pop, semi-goofy vintage posturing, and biting, self-aware toxicity makes for a pretty solid angst-pop cocktail. I first heard Costello in high school. It was a…
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22 June Tunes

It’s mid-June, and I’m back with a mid-year listening report. All of these songs are highlights from my annual, evolving mega-playlist. No genre constraints, no “newness” mandate, no rankings, no funny business. It’s just the shit I like, in chronological addition date order. But because I have no self-discipline, it’s only June, and it’s already…
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She Bought It

Why I love Survivor (Destiny’s Child, 2001) What happens when you take the classic “dramatic musical girl group” concept, isolate its very essence, supersaturate the batter with Chemical X, and turn every knob on the machine up to maximum? Does it spiral hopelessly out of control, or does it manage to produce a musical Powerpuff…
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“If I Am A Dog, The Party Is On”

Revisiting Baha Men’s Who Let The Dogs Out Recently I’ve been all about the “Dollar CDs” shoebox at a certain record store in Monterey. Maybe someday I’ll buy an actual record from those guys. But in the meantime, here’s a score from said shoebox: Surprise—it’s Baha Men, the holy prophets of the 2001 Grammy Awards…

