Melbourne, Australia is absolutely killing it in modern psyche-rock music these days. You might have heard of bands like Tame Impala, King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard, and Courtney Barnett. Maybe it's the hot temperatures and the sun...who knows. But whatever it is I hope it stays that way and killer music continues to be made.
The Murlocs, as you might have guessed, hail from Melbourne. Their Bandcamp page describes them as "Five skinny kids with roots firmly placed in their own blown-out, distorted brand of soulful RnB."
They're trippy, they're funky, and they're pretty psychedelic. Check out "Loopholes".
My sisters and I drove together to our parents' house for Christmas this year. On our way back we reminisced about the drives to and from school when I had to drop them off when I started driving. They had to suffer through all of my weird music and mix CDs . As we talked more they recalled one song, however, that they always enjoyed and still remember to this day; "None Shall Pass" by Aesop Rock. Aesop Rock, or Ian Matthias Bavitz, is a hip-hop artist with lyrics and flow so intellectually on point, you can't help but feel intimidated at times.Aesop was even named the rapper with the highest vocabulary in all of hip-hop; the rapper with the most unique words out of all of his music. "None Shall Pass" has every indication of this too. The first verse, " Flash that butter gold, jittery zeitgeist "starts things off with no leniency. As much as I hate to say it...I honestly have no idea what this song is about. My only guess can be that of th
Hello there. I will do my best to make this brief. My name is Calvin Ramsey and I would like to share one song with you every day of the week. The songs are chosen at random and will range from all kinds of genres. I hope you enjoy
I have always loved this song. The happy acoustic guitar and the ambient wind noises. The atmosphere of the song alone is almost just as good as the warm vocals and percussion. " Say hello to the end, and its big fucking, jack-o-lantern grin" I can't help but interpret this song as another avenue of dealing with life's shit. " Blackened nails and acumen, Lacerated fists full of arrowheads, Arid bones and hollow men, Lie down on marrow beds" Putting forth the effort of staying alive and pursuing happiness all for the same inevitable end...death. Might as well enjoy it while we are here right?
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