Omar Rodriguez Lopez - Xenophanes

His second release of 2009, Xenophanes surprisingly finds Omar in a far more traditional, refined approach as the album travels quickly through an energetic, uplifting frame of rock that seemed far beyond the grasp or attention span of this particular artist. He's even managed to finally find an appropriate setting for that long list of effects his music has become so accustomed to in the length of his career, with strange, sweeping pulses, and whirring, vibrating electronics providing a nice undercurrent, never crowding or overpowering the compositions. Also featured on the album is Latin singer/songwriter Ximena Sariñana, providing backing vocals and appearing on the long awaited studio version of "Flores De Cizaña".

Xenophanes is another much welcome breath of fresh air in Rodriguez Lopez's very extensive catalog, and brings with it, for the first time, not a single undesirable moment.

--I've been forgetting to put this in, but click the image for the download link--

The Bird and the Bee

Updates are probably going to be doled out like rapidfire for the next week or so, so let's get down to business.

This duo has been described as a short list of equally silly subgenres, all of which carry their own negative connotations in just about every circle, so I'll skip the categorization and just tell you that they make hip-shaking, pleasent little pop songs that seem to carry, and yet at the same time are lead by vocalist/songwriter Inara George's almost heavenly voice.

I was first introduced to these two albums over a winter break, so the music always has that association for me. But it's good for all seasons, and is gauranteed to delight.

The Flaming Lips - Embryonic

I promised myself I was actually going to make an effort to keep this thing active, so here's a treat for my only visitor. I hope this gets you through hours of shitty essays, transcribing sheet music, and hanging out with your bromate, or you know, whatever.



It's only 160kbps, but shit is noisy and lo-fi as fuck to begin with, so I'm sure you can still rock this at all the sweet shindigs and midnight keggers. Get ready to immerse your faggoty ass in the warm embrace of Wayne Coyne's smooth vox amidst those sonic, shrieking howls and haunting keys, all of which is sprinkled atop a cake of total-fucking-awesome. There's some heavy bass in that batter boy, so I hope the taste ain't too rich for your delicate palette.

Fuck yeah. Click that picture.