I love me some HAIM. Never has stuttering been so damn appealing:
Kinda feeling this song by English up-and-comer Charli XCX this AM:
I mean c’mon, this song, “Pilgrim” is kinda amazing:
AND she’s Danish… so therefore she’s being touted as the “Danish Grimes.”
But really, aren’t we all the Danish Grimes?
Sad, but true. I know it’s hard for these Hollywood actors to understand but PEOPLE HAVE SUNG LIVE WHILE BEING FILMED BEFORE. These people are talking so self-righteously, it’s like they just stole a loaf of bread to keep from starving or something:
Really Anne Hathaway? “There seemed to be something selfish about trying to go for the pretty version” — really? Doing a wimpy sob/speak Rex Harrison version of one of the greatest diva songs in musical theater is definitely way “less selfish” because you are “applying the truth to the melody”? OMG PUllleeaaasseeeezzzzzz. Get off your damn high horse and give the people what they want!
How many down-on-her-luck front-toothless prostitutes were really singing ballads right before they died of tuberculosis right before the start of the June Rebellion? If you want to be in a Les Miserables musical, I honestly cannot listen to your talk of “applying the truth.”
Says Hathaway about her character Fantine‘s state of mind while singing “I Dreamed a Dream”: “She’s literally at the bottom of a hole, realizing that she’s never going to climb out of this.”
That’s how I felt after watching that extended preview.
Too bad the Les Miz movie wasn’t something more like this:
So I saw The Master yesterday at Nitehawk in Williamsburg, BK while stuffing my face with Nitehawk queso, a Nitehawk burger with tots, and croquettes. (What? The movie was 2 hours and 15 minutes long — what did you want me to do, starve?)
Despite what you may have read on the internet, I did not see this movie because I was wooed by some arty trailer campaign, I saw it because of my love for Philip Seymour Hoffman (in the early 2000s, I may or may not have ran a PSH fan page), Jessie Plemons (LANDRY 4 EVA!), and Joaquin Phoenix. Although I liked There Will Be Blood (cell phone ringing in the theater and all), I’ve never been a huge Paul Thomas Anderson fan.
And after seeing The Master, I can’t say he’s won me over yet. Although many critics have gone gaga over the film, I’m in the camp of Richard Corless of “Time” magazine, who originally titled his review “There Will Be Boredom.” Although visually beautiful, with some great moments, but the film ultimately fell flat by the end of the film. Boooo.
Two thumbs indifferent.
Watch the trailer… if you must:
My long-standing girl crush on Nelly Furtado has been renewed with the release of her new album, The Spirit Indestructible. She’s totally underrated by music critics for some reason (perhaps Randall Roberts of the LA Times is right — she’d get more buzz if her dad was a Sri Lankan rebel), but I’m always excited when this lady drops an album.
“Big Hoops” and “Bucket List” are already on my favorite’s playlist, as well as this little ditty, “Parking Lot”:
Sing it, girl!
Hold me, I’m scared. Up until now I’ve been spared witnessing The Strokes being sung on one of those reality shows because most regular 18 year old Americans have no idea who the Strokes are other than “that band that the Killers really liked.” But unfortunately in Britain, it’s a different story, and last week a young lad by the name of “Eddie String” (nee the decidedly less rock ‘n’ roll Eddie Wilkinson) took to the “X Factor” stage in London and beat “Last Nite” into submission within inches of its life.
Surprisingly, the judges had nothing but positive things to say. Which only goes to show you, British people will fall for anything vaguely resembling the New York cool — they’ll even take a two-bit, scary tone-deaf version of it. One judge described him as “a little bit Mika, a little bit Russell Brand” — which I think was meant as a complement.
Witness the horror:
Need I remind you that my mom loves Keane?
I’m sure she’s already seen the new video for “Silenced By the Night,” the first single off their upcoming album, Strangeland (May 8th), but maybe you haven’t.
See below for a complete list of Keane North American tour dates:
June 12th Boston, MA House of Blues
June 14th N. Bethesda, MD Music Center At Strathmore
June 15th New York, NY Beacon Theatre – SOLD OUT
June 16th Philadelphia, PA Merriam Theater
June 18th Montreal, QC Olympia de Montreal
June 19th Toronto, ON The Sound Academy
June 21st Nashville, TN. Marathon Music Works
June 22nd Chicago, IL The Vic
June 23rd Milwaukee, WI Pabst Theater
June 25th Denver, CO Paramount Theater
June 26th Salt Lake City, UT The Gallivan Center
June 29th Los Angeles, CA The Orpheum Theatre – SOLD OUT
June 30th Oakland, CA The Fox Theater
Ol’ Jackie White has released a new music video for “Sixteen Saltines,” directed by AJ Rojas for his second single off his debut solo alum, Blunderbuss (coming out on April 24, 2012).
The vid is a little bizarre, with Jack White finding himself in a precarious situation at the hands of a group of Lost Boys painted blue. The rest of the scenes involve kids in various states of causing mischief and self-harm (some of it a little tough to watch).
The vibe is sinister, dangerous, and reckless — a perfect match to the strong guitar riff that guides the song.
Take a look:
Thumbs up (through covered eyes)?
More disturbing scenes after the jump