Sleigh Bells slay balls. (Erik Voake)
Late, late, late. The internet has already forgotten that Coachella 2011 ever happened, but for posterity’s sake, here’s what I wrote about it for Spin.
DAY ONE: Odd Future & Pharell, Sleigh Bells, Cold Cave, Crystal Castles, Ariel Pink*, YACHT, !!! (plus lil blurbs on Paul McCartney & Best Coast, Omar Rodriguez Lopez & Cedric Bixler-Zavala, Titus Andronicus & Lil B).
*The inimitable Carles of Hipster Runoff picked up on my Ariel Pink diss.
Ariel Pink steels himself for the invasion.
Although it’s almost cliché at this point to write about how batshit insane L.A. freak-folk/chillwave/lo-fi icon Ariel Pink seems to be, meet the man in person and you’ll discover that it’s nigh on impossible to ignore the signs. Perhaps he’s just nervous; perhaps he likes fucking with journalists (who could blame him?); perhaps he really is bonkers. After spending an afternoon with Pink and his band, Haunted Graffiti, I wound up with more questions than answers.
See for yourself at LA Weekly.
Quick bloggy bits* from around the L.A. underground (and up).
Grrr...
(all stories via West Coast Sound, via LA Weekly)
*If you like it, then you better put a tweet on it.
Quick bloggy bits* from around the L.A. underground (and up).
Durlin Lurt's 'Him Jenson'
(all stories via West Coast Sound, via LA Weekly)
*If you like it, then you better put a tweet on it.
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