Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Dirty Disco Paradise

It's so rare that I find out about new artists by hearing music in public. I first heard 10,000 Maniacs in a now long gone downtown Mpls Sam Goody in 1987. I first heard Everything But The Girl at the uptown Tatters the next year. I can count on one hand the number of times this has happened, when the band has become more than just a passing fancy.

It may have just happened again.

I was lucky enough to be sitting in a downtown Dunn Bros last weekend while they were playing the grooviest, dirtiest, horniest, most gorgeous synth disco I think I have ever heard in my life. I'm very glad I got up the nerve to admit to the mustached, teenage barista that I didn't know what he was playing, and would he care to enlighten me?

Turns out he was playing an album by a French duo called Black Devil (or Black Devil Disco Club, depending on which website you're visiting). I immediately looked them up upon returning home and was stunned to read their bio. I've only had time to absorb a few of their songs, but already, within the space of only a few days, this band has been a complete revelation to me.
Black Devil Disco Club - H-Friend

This is the audio equivalent of doing a few lines and watching some early 80's porn. On rollerskates.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Negative Girl

Favorite Steely Dan song. There isn't even a close second.


Some sublime shit right there. 

Friday, February 5, 2010

Dead Can Dream

I was a 4AD disciple in high school, so the entirety of Dead Can Dance's first CD has been written in permanent ink on my heart for two decades. (Mensch Machine, I remember you couldn't stop raving about it.)

So how fortunate I was that this song penetrated one of my dreams early on last night, and it rang out in my sleepy head for hours and hours. I could still hear it when I woke up.


Best DCD song ever.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Algorithm

About 18 months ago I mused -- half seriously -- to my composer boyfriend that were he ever to write a song for me, it should be called Algorithm. He surprised me last week on my birthday by giving me just what I asked for.


Every time I listen to it I can't shake the feeling that a young Siouxsie Sioux should start grunting and hooting at about the one minute mark.

It is a welcome addition to my sometimes dark and chilly library.

Enjoy.