With the rise of Amazon, Netflix, iTunes
and myriad other Internet-driven options, old-school brick-and-mortar
book, video and music stores are evaporating at a rapid pace. It’s a
distressing development for many of us who grew up wandering the aisles
of such places, and that isn’t just nostalgia talking.
title track is a gorgeous slow-burner marked by Arnarson’s whispery
vocals and Arnalds’ atmospheric electronic compositions, which float by
via twinkling keyboards and glitchy beats that sound as if they’re
itching to break through to another, less nuanced record.
often hard to discern what the hell frontman Alex Edkins is raging on
about, but it doesn’t matter much when your frontal lobe is blown off
via the trio’s lacerating racket, which sounds like In Utero-era Nirvana on fast-forward or Fugazi at its immersive, air-raid-siren best.
Warpaint emits a hypnotic, groove-based
blend of textures and emotions that could only have sprouted from the
fertile imaginations of its four members. There’s a mysterious, unpredictable element to the band’s
lush vocals and mood-altering soundscapes that is all its own.
Patrick Stickles’ impassioned yelps are
impossible to ignore. The frontman for New Jersey-based Indie Rock
outfit Titus Andronicus sounds as if he’s on fire, fueled by the passion
of his dense, richly detailed lyrical concerns, which range from the
American Civil War and the dangers of contemporary capitalism to food
fights and getting trashed.