Damn, damn, damn. Universe, why are you screwing with me like this? Did I cut a wizard off in traffic or something on my way home from work last night? I know I shouldn’t be taking it so personally, but dammit, when the bad news rolls in like this…
I feel like Rip Van Winkle. I’m not sure how the hell it happened, but one minute I’m sitting here watching the munchkins open presents at Christmas, and I blink, and what the fuck? It’s April? Wow. It’s like the start of 2012’s just zipped past…
I talked a bit a while back about French electronic act M83, who’re coming through town at Warehouse Live…
Oh, hell yes. I love, love, love this band(?) — M83 is hands down my favorite quasi-ambient electronic outfit, no question, mashing together the best parts of My Bloody Valentine…
It’s a problem of expectations. When I first heard M83’s Dead Cities, Red Seas & Lost Ghosts, I was blown away. I fell in love with Anthony Gonzalez and Nicolas Fromageau’s primary-color-shaded walls of melodic, ethereal-yet-visceral noise…
