Via satellite, transmitting from northeast Los Angeles — the Aquarium Drunkard Show on SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35. 7pm California time, Wednesdays.
34.1090° N, 118.2334° W
Via satellite, transmitting from northeast Los Angeles — the Aquarium Drunkard Show on SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35. 7pm California time, Wednesdays.
34.1090° N, 118.2334° W
The Clientele has been constructing gorgeous, buoyant psychedelic pop for more than three decades now, distilling the languid beauty of a late summer afternoon into whispery gems that hide surprising complications.Yet there has always been more to the Clientele’s art than wistful elegance, and never more so than I Am Not There Anymore, the band’s ninth full-length.
While Black Lips have matured and grown since forming in 1999, the Atlanta-based garage band haven’t “settled down.” Case in point is Apocalypse Love, the group’s 10th album, released last year on Fire Records. Incorporating gospel and country influences, it’s as strange and exciting as the band’s early work, but it also showcases a new depth to the band. Today on Transmissions, Black Lip Jared Swilley joins us to discuss his pentecostal roots, his minister father coming out of the closet, the importance of the Bomp Records catalog, his mentor The Mighty Hannibal, and much more.
Stewart Copeland speaks with Chris Schlarb about the derangement of The Police, film composing, and why he can’t wait to get done with the interview.
On the fifth anniversary of Richard Swift’s passing, those who worked closest with him speak to what made his process so magical. Includes remembrances from Jonathan Rado (Foxygen), Damien Jurado, Jessie Baylin, Luke Lalonde (Born Ruffians), Greta Morgan (Springtime Carnivore), Laura Burhenn (Mynabirds), and Kevin Morby.
Just a perfect Day. The six gorgeous instrumentals that make up Danny Paul Grody’s quietly awesome new LP take us from sunrise to sunset, their steadily unfolding grooves somehow acknowledging the inevitable passage of time and stopping it entirely. Grody isn’t quite as prolific as some of his fingerpicking peers, but you’d be hard-pressed to find a single misplaced note in his catalog.
Endless Skyways finds Lee having finally reached the horizon he’d been headed toward, only to take a flying leap beyond it. At just nine tracks, the album wastes no time. The band achieves liftoff straight away with “Reds for a Blue Planet,” powered by Lee’s patented homebrew of twang and choogle. Just like that, we’re lost in the ozone and our heads are feeling a little lighter.
Multireedist Doug Wieselman is known for his work with the vanguard of pop, jazz, and avant-garde, but with his new album WA-Zoh, released by Shahzad Ismaily’s figureight records, he turns his attention to electronically manipulated birdsong.
Photo Summerlude. Via satellite, transmitting from northeast Los Angeles — the Aquarium Drunkard Show on SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35. 7pm California time, Wednesdays.
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Over the course of its thirteen year existence, Skygreen Leopards would further evolve, hone and refine its bent take on classic west coast psychedelia. As an album, Family Crimes not only stands as the nexus of this evolution, but is home to some of the group’s best material.
Summer is here and so is its music.
David John Morris of Red River Dialect joins us to discuss his 2021 album Monastic Love Songs, 2022’s Wyld Love Songs, his time in a Buddhist monastery, how it augmented his approach to music, his podcast listening habits, the consistent spiritual longing of the creative process and, truthfully, so much more.
Following on from their excellent 2017 debut, The Bonk Seems To Be A Verb, the Dublin-based group led by Phil Christie continue to explore the boundless potential of experimentation and instinct with the equally cavalier titled Greater Than Or Equal To The Bonk.
With Heaven Is a Junkyard, Trevor Powers returns to the Youth Lagoon banner. Crafted with producer Rodaidh McDonald (The xx, Adele, Gil Scott-Heron) after period of medical strife that robbed Powers of his ability to sing his signature lilt—thankfully only temporarily—the album finds Powers at his most generous and adventurous.
This is Protomartyr’s sixth album, arriving out of a maelstrom of uncertainty and loss. The sound has turned slower, weightier and more violent. Where the band began in a spiked Fall-ish spatter, its songs now move with a ponderous nearly metallic heft.
The Search For God is best served on close listen, not succumbing to its musical simplicity and charm, but sitting with the simpler and harder-to-tackle questions it poses. Whispers doesn’t bathe much in metaphor, doesn’t water it down with lo-fi glam or frills. Instead, by trimming some excess and focusing on the song craft, Whispers takes a massive step forward. Like those who are subject to his words, we are left wanting more.