Song of the Day: Tame Impala- Feels Like We Only Go Backwards

Band: Tame Impala

Song: Feels Like We Only Go Backwards

Album: Lonerism

Keeping up with yesterday’s theme of being behind the times, here’s a gem from Tame Impala’s Lonerism album. These guys have a great psychedelic Beatlesy-vibe to them. Like the Beatles, Flaming Lips and countless others, their sound fits all criteria for great “drug music”; it’s experimental, unpredictable and sonically adventurous but doesn’t forgo hooks for abstract ambiance or endless noodling. Plenty of bands put out stuff that is more immediately accessible, but music like this that often ends up providing the most rewarding listening experience. Enjoy.

Song of the Day: Purity Ring- Ungirthed

I must be helplessly behind the times. It’s been half a year already since the collective internet lavished praise over Purity Ring’s debut album Shrines, but the band’s odd combination dark, throbbing synths, slick trap beats and whimsical indie vocals never clicked for me until last week. I’m sure I’ll be telling everyone about how awesome Kendrick Lamar is in a few months.

Song of the Day: January 17, 2013

Band: Catch 22

Song: Straight Forward

Album: Washed Up and Through the Ringer

This song has a little bit of everything that makes ska-punk a fun genre. The chorus explodes with it’s power chords and gang-vocals. The horn lines bop around, giving the song a playful feeling. The verses are pure pop-punk hooks and adrenaline. Even the part towards the end when the band takes a sharp left turn into Sugar Ray-esque reggae cliche is so catchy that you can’t help but nod your head along to the beat. Catch 22 may have never lived up to the expectations that Kalnoky’s Keasbey Nights brought upon them, but you’ll be hard pressed to find better, more energetic or more fun ska-punk than this jam.

Song of the Day: January 12, 2013

Alkaline Trio- One Hundred Stories

This razor-sharp (ok, ok, pun intended) gem came from the Trio’s fourth official studio album, Good Mourning. Already seven full years into their career, the band was no longer a recklessly energetic and sloppy punk act but had evolved into a well-oiled, power-pop machine. This song is a perfect example; Matt Skiba’s guitar chugs along as drummer Derek Grant manufactures several hooks out of thin air (the subtle missed beat right before the line “no one could tell even if…” being the best example). A new-found attention to detail pays dividends with an organ and backing guitar riff adding nice touches to the bands mid-tempo roar.  Dan Andriano’s vocals are just as anxious and tortured as they need to be to match the bands sound and, while his lyrics occasionally get a little obnoxiously heavy-handed with the references to death, they redeem themselves with some undeniably catchy lines. “So dream a good one tonight/ I’ll listen to the bad ones when they come/ Get up in my ear ’till I hear every word/ Every turn of your tongue, I will tighten my grip” is particularly memorable. Finally, the song’s final four bars is a tour de force; Skiba’s scratchy voice perfectly contrasts Andriano’s gothic croon, resulting in two dueling hooks that threaten to put the brain into sensory overload.