Well, I’ve been trying. My attempts to find new music usually come in fits and starts — Pitchfork’s best new music section is generally pretty reliable, but sometimes they spend months and months in genres that I’m not interested in (or my RSS subscription to the section breaks which l, uh, just discovered it had). When that happens it’s time to hit up the music blogs and take some shots in the dark.
I did that, and I grabbed the new Decemberists, too. Unfortunately, the results were kind of disappointing. It could be that I just need to give these albums a few more listens. Or my unfavorable impression may have been due to my fancy-pants earphones being in the shop for service yet again (yes, I’m a snob), leaving me to listen through muddy $10 wraparounds that I bought at CVS out of desperation. Whatever the reason, the following failed to adequately whelm me:
- Pony Up! – Make Love To The Judges With Your Eyes
- Inspired by this cliptip post, I gave this band a try. They’ve got the songs but not the production. The album sounds like a well-made demo tape — there’s a lot of potential, but the execution is uninspired. All they really need is a pro in the studio, forcing them to play through each composition like it’s going to be the last pop song before the world ends. I’ll check in next album (or maybe next tour).
- The Decemberists – The Crane Wife
- Colin Meloy’s epic ornithophiliac triptych gets off to a rockin’ start. But it drags, it’s pretentiously out-of-order (and that’s in addition to the Decemberists’ normal baseline of pretension), and what’s up with combining parts one and two into a single track? Do the Decemberists really think they’re going to single-handedly turn the tide against the ipodification of their industry? Cause, uh, they won’t, regardless of how many Japanese birdfucking myths they reference. And given that, I’d prefer that they stop screwing up my meticulous playlist management.
- Cold War Kids – Robbers and Cowards
- To my ears these guys sort of sound like the Arctic Monkeys, except tired. Given that I’m not a big Arctic Monkeys fan, that’s enough to consign them to my ipod harddrive reclamation efforts. Also, I’m bothered by the fact that the first thing I ever read about this band was in the context of complaints that they were getting too much blog-buzz. Same thing with this meme. I think internet fads now occur at such a speed that they can only be observed as they destructively collide with boredom, sending particles of ennui and ascii skittering across
a bubble chamberBoingBoing.
So that’s the current, sad state of my attempts at musical exploration. I can legitimately recommend the Annuals album, though (as Caralyn noted here). And hey, you haven’t worked all the way through this list yet, have you?
ALSO MUSICALLY RELATED!: Is that Rhett Miller singing the latest Chili’s commercial? A: Yes, yes it is.

Next time your etys are in the shop, pick up a pair of these for $20 or so, they sound fantastic. I’m serious. I wouldn’t trade my shures for them, but these things sound damn good.
http://www.amazon.com/Koss-KSC75-Portable-Stereophone-Headphones/dp/B0006B486K/sr=8-1/qid=1163608024/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-1726786-4167914?ie=UTF8&s=electronics
It’s not only Rhett. It’s the whole stinkin band. Boo-earns.
I gave up on any pretense of defending Rhett Miller years ago, but in his defense, Chili’s is truly the least offensive of the kitschy-sit-down-$9-entree-grease-bucket chains.
Yup. Holla, chicken crispers.
The problem with that cliptip post is that they describe Pony Up (um, they dropped the exclamation mark a bit of time ago) as “fun and catchy and very pop.” That’s Pony Up! as of their first Dim Mak EP, when they were singing about giving Matthew Modine blowjobs and stuff. Their first Dim Mak full-length, on the other hand, is very, very lo-fi, even emo… More melancholy and haunting than “pop” has any right to be. Perhaps your expectations were just established in the wrong genre, or at least in the wrong corner of the chick indie pop genre. When you’re prepared for something more Mary Timony, less Velocity Girl, Pony Up sounds a whole lot different…
Can you tell I kind of love this band? Willin’ to stick up for my mopey Canuck ladies.
If you’re looking for “effervescent melodies in the straight talking indie grrrl vocal style,” I say: All Girl Summer Fun Band. Can’t go wrong with those lasses.
Ys, dear tom. Ys.
I don’t know who Valerie is, but she has good advice. You should listen to her.
I haven’t found time to listen to Ys, but it’s in the player right now.
In related news, the new Honda Civic ad has the most kickin’ song off the Go Team! album on it. I guess being 26 and half-heartedly thinking of myself as semi-hip in the A&E maelstrom is basically equal to having 2.5 kids. Yikes.