tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38833217236531812492009-11-02T02:35:13.400-08:00Updated regularly with in depth looks at GREAT SONGS!Joshnoreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-88688986786597725302007-10-15T20:37:00.000-07:002009-08-05T21:10:58.840-07:00

This song is a like a dream, it is like everything all at once. It keeps building and building with that powerful endless chorus that sounds like a doo-wop band floating through time. It is ‘70’s mellow gold at its finest, and the melodies drive the flighty feeling home entirely horror show. This is some glossy production, but entirely necessary for a song of this variety, as quite a few ELO

Mozart Breathnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-85063269525924983132007-10-12T19:06:00.000-07:002009-08-05T23:45:42.258-07:00

Boom! Boom boom, cha! Boom! Boom boom, cha! Tied with "Slow Nerve Action" as my favorite drum intro ever...Black screen. A single voice: "You don't make up for your sins in church. You do it in the streets. You do it at home. The rest is bullshit and you know it." The scene shows a young man getting out of bed, walking to the mirror. The dull roar of a bustling city, alive and kicking with the

Zach Schonfeldnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-82772280588959158752007-10-01T20:50:00.000-07:002009-08-05T21:42:26.670-07:00

Thinking about Comedy as Rock recently, thinking about you and me and all that is coming in between us, girl. I understand that my cultural identity resembles a Chevy, and I shat you super tasty and real. Any who, Barnes & Barnes did not change my life, but then again, neither did Punk Rock, but to each his or her respective own on the bright gray telephone mocking rasta fuzz for the long haul.

Mozart Breathnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-59721062784436420202007-09-18T21:51:00.000-07:002009-08-05T22:08:35.862-07:00

A song that is better than the original, a song that permanently put my cute little man-pussy on the pill now and forever, like a regular horse whisperer abortion, daddy has come to play. Paul Leary’s guitar leads on this bit of brain cheddar are absolutely delicious, and there is some real love going on. I can’t tell if percussionist King Coffey programmed the living fart out of a drum machine

Mozart Breathnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-81577617830159528612007-09-12T21:36:00.000-07:002009-08-05T22:10:36.898-07:00

You know, when I think about Johann Pachelbel’s Canon in D I tend to get slightly teary eyed, but yet, a smile grazes my mug and makes my bright day almost intolerably bright, to where I can’t even fight the feeling any more (as I have forgotten what I have started fighting for). Do not get me incorrect, as Bach’s Prelude in C Major is like so totally to die for, but it is Pachelbel’s Canon in D

Mozart Breathnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-48762189715696347962007-09-09T09:10:00.000-07:002009-08-05T22:12:55.229-07:00

An early candidate for song of the year, and it comes from this warped New York outfit, the first single off their indie-acclaimed full-length debut, "Mirrored". The term of choice seems to be math-rock, but I hear a rolicking kraut-rock influence in the booming tom-tom rhythms and burping guitar drone, soon enhanced by the utterly infectious robot vocals. "People won't be people when they hear

Zach Schonfeldnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-52222957265652710512007-09-04T22:20:00.000-07:002009-08-05T22:30:46.191-07:00

What can be said about Bob Dylan’s “Jokerman” that has not been said already? As one does ultimately tend to wonder, and I hesitantly admit to as much. I know little about the song origin, could it be from a 1983 record that went by the name of “Infidels?” as “Empire Burlesque” sounds incorrect in my mind; and that is a record from 1985, no? This song has a nice little tropical Disco beat and a

Mozart Breathnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-81282365194665136122007-08-27T17:15:00.000-07:002009-08-05T22:33:25.550-07:00

Why not talk about something universal, such as the rain? I certainly don’t mind. You know, I could have written about Bob Dylan’s “Jokerman,” and L. Ron Hubbard willing, who knows, perhaps I still will one of these mysterious and foggy mystical afternoons, oh my only little brothers and vampire undies. I will say that at this precise moment, I am greatly influenced by a very bouncy and happy

Mozart Breathnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-85309384280338834552007-08-20T23:32:00.000-07:002009-08-05T22:59:13.332-07:00

When I think of Pink Floyd’s “Flaming,” I often remember butterflies from my childhood and the sweet smell of corn from my old age (Sorry, a bit of a Beefheart reference for all of my lesbos out there). This song is like the first computer. What does it belong to? What Syd era Floyd often did best was create a sort of music that was out of place, sure, various archival footage makes very clear

Mozart Breathnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-42421439413196116312007-08-15T22:15:00.000-07:002009-08-05T23:03:14.893-07:00

This song is tastefully produced and the backing vocals are stellar. Looking at it from a technical standpoint, I do believe that the percussive element may actually be the most beautiful aspect of the song, because honestly, they just don’t produce gems like this any longer and how percussion is often recorded in Pop today leaves quite a lot to be desired, but I now digress like all get out,

Mozart Breathnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-5409095882764129862007-08-09T20:12:00.000-07:002009-08-05T23:06:40.463-07:00

This is a beautiful song by Ms. Suzanne Vega; we’re talking some real teen angst here and not that fake Kurt Cobain brand of nonsense. Suzanne Vega is entirely real and she’s got that suntan lotion appeal, we’re talking total yummy-town up in this motherfucker, tasty as shit! This tune receives some mysterious help from a chap by the name of Joe Jackson, and yes, this jam did appear in one of

Mozart Breathnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-51748119959454638312007-07-26T07:53:00.000-07:002009-08-05T23:16:39.507-07:00

When one thinks of Weezer, they no doubt think about that little jaunty number in relation to a sweater, which no doubt served as a metaphor of some sort. With a song of this variety, one really does wish that less people knew of Green Day. It is a song like this that makes clear in a great many ways that bands such as Pavement really serve no purpose, as Weezer has better solos and superior

Mozart Breathnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-3251873716104829132007-07-20T21:51:00.000-07:002009-08-05T23:19:58.951-07:00

What a wonderful piece of Vocal Pop music. Elements of Soul and a certain Jazzy quality; you got a nice Rock bass sound going on as well. The opening monologue to this wistful romantic classic is given with a smooth delivery and a quality acting performance, and then segwayed into the lovely vocal mantra that really carries this song home with the question: Have You Seen Her? This isn’t so much a

Mozart Breathnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-7582447669124704362007-07-11T21:12:00.000-07:002009-08-05T23:22:05.613-07:00

Kate Bush has a thing for the highly dramatic arts, and no doubt she has a subscription to Theatre Arts magazine. This song showcases what a bouncy songbird Miss Bush truly is and in no uncertain terms, and any person with the gift of hearing is not safe from her undeniably wonderful vocal onslaught. “Wow” is taken from the follow-up to her nightmarishly beautiful debut “The Kick Inside,” and the

Mozart Breathnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-2091364198185933052007-07-02T11:02:00.000-07:002009-08-05T23:25:10.378-07:00

Interesting song title, no? This is the greatest song in the history of Pop. I am not joking. Featuring the lovely soprano of the late great Mary Hansen on the primary vocal, while Miss Sadier takes a vocal backseat for a change; and the result of which is a revelation. The studio version of this cut can be found on Stereolab’s “Aluminum Tunes” compilation that was originally released in 1998,

Mozart Breathnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-75488030833378274812007-06-29T16:52:00.000-07:002009-08-05T23:27:15.097-07:00

"Love is blind, deaf and dumb, but nevermind."Oh Jellyfish, Jellyfish,How blind the world is for overlooking ya'll. You should've been playin' stadiums! I don't know how you managed to write one of the best pop songs of all time and still be almost completely overlooked and underrated. I still dream to myself of a Jellyfish reunion. (Please??) "New Mistake" is filled with hooks and subtle

Nicholas Szczepaniknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-27558523135762236832007-06-29T00:28:00.000-07:002009-08-05T23:33:35.286-07:00

Word up, I don’t even like this artist but she did something right here! I love admitting when I am wrong, because it rarely happens, but in this instance it absolutely has 100%. This is not so much a song by an artist, but rather, an actress! She’s like a late 19th century Kate Bush living among those beautiful green fields in Virginia. She lost two kids to illness already, and with any luck,

Mozart Breathnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-77564902002712549992007-06-21T09:56:00.000-07:002009-08-05T23:36:04.712-07:00

Word up, remember when electronic-based music really mattered? Me neither. Regardless, the Orbital song “The Box” is quite tasty and utterly delicious on a great many levels. I primarily praise the music video, as it stars Tilda Swinton from “Female Perversions” and “Teknolust” fame. And I don’t know if she’s aware of it, but she’s my kind of woman. The song, at least from the visual perspective

Mozart Breathnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-18739901416024337442007-06-20T21:39:00.000-07:002009-08-05T23:43:40.455-07:00

Since 1999, John Vanderslice has been crafting his melodic, analog-recorded pop gems, yet his biggest mainstream splash has been this edgy ode to computer porn, appearing on his 2000 debut, "Mass Suicide Occult Figurines". The rumor that Windows threatened legal actions over trademark violations was a hoax, but the absurdity of the song is most certainly not.On the surface, "Bill Gates Must Die"

Zach Schonfeldnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-87832763104122075912007-06-13T04:32:00.000-07:002007-06-13T13:57:32.623-07:00

A fantastical song worthy of Condi Rice on holiday; one ultimately does tend to wonder doesn’t one? This is powerful music that will make your soul come earthquakes in a violent and dreadful yet sexy fiery yellow glow. Do you realize that this song was featured in the film “The Dreamlife of Angels?” ‘Tis true as all get out and beyond my designer boxer shorts! Yann Tiersen makes beautiful

Mozart Breathnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-66097898247606635012007-05-31T19:47:00.000-07:002007-06-03T09:50:51.056-07:00

I find it slightly fascinating that the only Sinatra music I honestly enjoy is the most atypical of his career, the farthest from that which brought him fame. "Francis Albert Sinatra & Antonio Carlos Jobim" is the pretentious self-explanatory title of this 1967 album; the leading track, "The Girl from Ipanema", seems to best illustrate this merging of talents. Easy listening suddenly becomes

Zach Schonfeldnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-75564751249529778892007-05-25T22:56:00.000-07:002007-05-25T23:08:31.404-07:00

What else can be said about Roy Orbison that Condi Rice hasn’t already mentioned already? Well, friends, I’m going to try. “In Dreams” is such a gentle ballad that it almost makes one want to undergo some experimental gender transfer surgical procedure from beyond the third moon, and forever dwelling in silence in glittery bright red pantaloons. I’ll tell you, prison folk are the best kind of

Mozart Breathnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-63005427403416279042007-05-22T17:18:00.000-07:002007-05-22T18:05:21.014-07:00

Daft Punk is playing at my music blog, my music blog! My favorite Daft Punk song to date appears as track three on their wildly inconsistent (and often brilliant) 2001 release, "Discovery". See, it's a crime that people would recognize this French electronic group for schlock as hopelessly unengaging as "Superheroes" or well-worn territory as bland and cliched as "One More Time" when this techno

Zach Schonfeldnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-71913386023639911872007-05-14T18:44:00.000-07:002007-05-14T18:56:30.883-07:00

Meditative, peaceful and strange; this is indeed how I would describe this song. Perhaps it is reflective of his previous band while at the same time looking rather optimistically forward? The vocal chorus is almost a mantra. The cello touches are rather impressive and majestic and the percussive touches are surprisingly lively. You can’t beat that guitar jangle, as it is not too far off from a

Mozart Breathnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883321723653181249.post-82276212333063025872007-05-12T20:47:00.000-07:002007-06-09T22:22:43.104-07:00

This seminal composition from our brothers Gean and Dene (and I clearly mean "brothers" in the way African Americans use the term) may very well be their most honest and loving. Haha, did I just say "seminal composition"?And when the sun, it turns to snowAnd the grass doesn't growDon't laugh, I love youOf course, it's never explicitly stated who's on the receiving end of this love, and knowing

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