Already a respected artist on the indie circuit for her work in lesbian folk duo the Lovebirds, San Diego singer-songwriter Lindsay White has gone on to maintain her passionate and deft knack for producing compelling music in her ongoing solo career. Her sophomore release, Lights Out, takes the often celebratory nature of music hitting our airwaves and flips it flat on its head. Born out of her very own series of unfortunate events, the record delves into themes regarding her real life loss of loved ones, helping a bandmate through manic episodes, divorcing a husband, and marrying a wife to the religious distress of those around her.
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Larry David’s essential comedy Curb Your Enthusiasm returns to HBO on October 1st. The show has been sorely missed. Cast favorites Jeff Garlin, Susie Essman and JB Smoove return along with others.
Rather than further expand the “basement soul” sound they’ve established in other rocking recent releases such as “A Deeper Blue” and “Press Play”, Philadelphia’s the Dull Blue Lights let reggae and Motown undertones pervade their grooving new single. As described by bassist Ben Parry, “‘All Or Nothing’ is what happens when you make the mistake of thinking that one break-up will dismantle your identity and destroy whatever purpose you were carving out for yourself. Then you get extra sad because, on top of it all, you can’t sing like Curtis Mayfield, but damned if you’re not gonna try.”
Brooklyn-based roots musician Anthony D’Amato and his band recently performed an acoustic set at the Rubin Museum to celebrate the release of his latest EP, Won’t You Be My Neighbor?, a set of seven original and cover songs (proceeds from sales will support the International Rescue Committee). It was inspired, of course, by the current President.
Tristan Kneschke: Increasingly, directors are placing a layer of noise or grain over the top of their videos to simulate vintage film stocks. The absurd thing is that video hosting services will then compensate for the added noise when compressing the signal, often eliminating it. It’s unclear if that’s what’s happening on Ariel Pink’s “Another Weekend”, or if the director has inverted the stylistic cue by intentionally blurring the entire frame. The result emphasizes Pink’s latest bizarro creation, placing him inside a seedy Mexican lounge complete with his own backing band, the edges of objects frustratingly unclarified and murky. Believe it or not, it services the lyrics that pine about lost time on the weekends, which can ring true for many of us during the bacchanalian summer days. [7/10]