
Hey, boys and girls! I’ve been reviewing music all year–songs and artists that I’ve really enjoyed, and those I found horrifying. I try not to be genre-specific, but it does become a strain on my ability to effectively deliver my honest opinion. Having said that, I can (and regularly do) appreciate lots of different styles of music, which you’ll see here. Some of these may not surprise you if you’ve frequented this site to read our rants and reviews, or if you’re friends with me on Facebook. Leave your comments below if you agree or disagree. I’m sure we’ll come to a polite consensus. I should also mention that these are purely looking at the video itself. Someone might have had a great song, but the video was just satisfactory. So, if we’re all on board this fucking gravy-train, let’s start off with the BEST 5 Videos I’ve seen this year:
5. Lil Wayne–How To Love
There’s a lot going on in this video, and I get that “this isn’t my life, but holy shit” moment that I always got from 2Pac’s more emotional songs. I’ve had conversations with hip hop enthusiasts who hate Lil Wayne, and others who couldn’t live without him. It could just be the heart-tugging elements of the video itself…but it’s songs like this, that cement Weezy’s relevance and diversity, IMO.
4. Tyler the Creator–Yonkers
Vulgar, offensive (to some), and with such multi-leveled introspection, I feel like I’ve been Incepted, I can never be mad at Odd Future. They gave me some of the best music (most of it for free) and one of the best concerts of the year. They’ve irritated many, arguably growing too immense for their own good, as they now walk around so high-and-mighty with their heads in the clouds that they look like collectible Bobble-Head versions of young black hipsters. They’ve inserted themselves into every possible media niche, and it all started here, when Tyler hit the mainstream. It might be nonsensical, silly, horrific batshit, but I hope it never ends.
3. Garfunkel and Oates–This Party Took a Turn for the Douche
Been in love with Garfunkel and Oates for a while, but Kate Micucci and Riki Lindhome definitely have everything going in this video. With guest appearances by Sarah Silverman, Tig Notaro and Alia Shawkat, and references to everything from Tim Taylor to Jeff Goldblum, I can’t get enough of this video and wind up showing it to everyone whether they like it or not. Fuck you.
2. Manchester Orchestra–Simple Math
This video doubles as one of my favorite videos and songs of the year. There’s so much happening in this tribute to, what I can only assume is, the moments that flash before you when you’re a fat kid. This video became so engrained in my mind with this song that I can hardly listen to it anymore without feeling that sense of drifting in and out of reality; and that sounds totally gayballs, but it’s true.
1. Beastie Boys–Make Some Noise
I would be amazed if this video isn’t near first place on every “Best of” list of the past year. Not only is it a celebrity-packed, epic and bad-ass homage to the aging band, but the song is phenomenal and proves that the boys from Brooklyn are still relevant. Their style, while subtly evolving and incorporating new vision, remains–at its core–identical to the old school. Mike D, MCA, and Ad-Rock are re-energized as portrayed by Seth Rogen, Elijah Wood, and Danny McBride.

And now we have to move on, I’m afraid, to the Worst of 2011…the videos that made me hate myself, the music industry, and you. But they also made me feel so much better about listening to everything for free, courtesy of the Internets.
5. Rebecca Black–Friday
I know, I know. It’s easy and it’s on every list, but it’s unavoidable. There’s no way, being a pop culture website, we could just ignore this bullshit. This took the world by storm and it’s probably the reason YouTube still exists. As horrible as this song and video are, I can’t be mad at Rebecca Black. She doesn’t know any better…which is why, I couldn’t just crash her attempt, landing it safely in the Hudson Bay of 5th place. Also, I love the completely unpredictable and insanely meaningless rap at end. This has undoubtedly made Black more money and given her more opportunities in life that anyone in her family has ever had, so…she’ll inevitably fade into obscurity when something more painful to listen to over and over and over again emerges in 2012.
4. Kreayshawn–Gucci Gucci
Some of you may find it odd that in the “Best of” section, I swooned over Odd Future, only to post a video in the “Worst of,” featuring several members of the band making guest appearances…and to that, I say: well observed! Anyone who likes this video must get themselves a CAT scan. I tried to like Kreayshawn, after her interview with Nardwuar and educating myself to her punk-rock upbringing, I thought to myself: Hey, self, this isn’t going to be awful! And immediately after, I thought: Self, why are you listening to me in the first place?
3. Skrillex–Ruffneck
As much as I can’t abide Skrillex and think all of his “songs” sound identical, this video really had me questioning whether he should be on the cover of SPIN, or that anyone should know his name (stage name). I actually liked his video for “First of the Year (Equinox),” even though the tune itself was just as shrill and irritating as this one, thus keeping it off my top 5…but this video is simply awful, and the Christmas gimmick pushed it over the edge to just being painful to watch (and listen to!).
2. Lady Gaga–Marry The Night
I’m sorry. I don’t get Lady Gaga, and I probably never will. Nothing she says or does ever seems honest or original. Her fans praise her for her weird personality, original style, and overall “fuck everybody” attitude. In reality, she just represents a new generation of club kids who dig this because they’re too fucked to realize how obnoxious it all is. Marry the Night, like all of Gaga’s videos, is far too long–and it would be entertaining if it weren’t so flat and boring. You know how people have that ongoing argument about art? Someone will say, “This isn’t art, this is just slapped together and stupid.” And then someone else will retort, “Who are you to say what art is? Maybe everything we do is a form of artistic expression!” Yeah? Well, this isn’t art.
1. Shira–Pound on my Muffin
This spot was supposed to be reserved for the lovely Courtney Stodden, who graced us with some of the worst vomit-inducing musical macabre we’ve ever heard. But, alas, her videos were all 2010 timestamped, so I had to think on my feet. This is the best/worst thing I found. Hitting it kind of close, as this just hit the internets on Christmas (of all days), but I think I found my swan song of 2011. The lyrics are so atrocious that I can’t help but think it’s a joke…but if it is, it’s not funny. Not only does Shira’s scarred and weathered appearance indicate she’s had more than her muffin pounded over the years, she has the sad, desperate demeanor of a stripper, or that girl from the neighborhood who always wanted to be a stripper, and then mysteriously disappeared. My absolute favorite part of this video has to be the faces on all of the men who make appearances, pretending to seem interested, and instead looking confused or horrified. Time will tell if this piece of shit gains any media attention. But at 60,000+ hits, it’s starting to look like a bright year for Shira!
–That’s All Folks! Welcome 2012!
The Black Keys–El Camino
The Roots–Undun
Noah Gundersen–Family
Rihanna–Talk That Talk
Childish Gambino–CAMP
On Thursday, October 29th, the Raven Lounge in Philadelphia hosted Center City Comedy’s third anniversary celebration. Hosted by
Fans of this Australian ensemble have been waiting for this album for what feels like an eternity. Then when it finally dropped, it was so under the radar that it took a whole month for me to check it out. Architecture evolves so quickly it would make a Creationist’s head spin. When I first saw
At the risk of sounding like a
Akiva Schaffer, Jorma Taccone, and Andy Samberg put together this comedy troupe in Junior High and gradually, through various highs and lows, caught the eyes and ears of Lorne Michaels (SNL). Comedy in music hit a definitive fork in the road a little over a decade ago. Where many artists like
If you keep up with this blog (and I’m sure you do), you may have noticed that I covered a Manchester Orchestra album last month as well. If it’s taken you this long to check them out, shame on you.
No, you didn’t miss out on Hot Sauce Committee Part 1. The Beastie Boys’ long-awaited eighth album was supposed to drop back in ’09, but was put on a two year hiatus due to
I can’t imagine any indie pop junkie not being a fan of The Battle Royale, but I’m sure there must be some out there. Their sound combines a White Stripes simplicity with some modern tech beats and childlike wonder. Though I can’t determine whether the gals and guys in this band know exactly what they’re doing, or if they honestly have no idea what kind of band they are, I really don’t care. They’re doing a beautiful thing and I hope they keep doing it. (Listen to: Scream Scream)
This album has been a long time coming. Any rap that Travis Barker touches immediately becomes rock n’ roll. That may be an immature statement to make, especially because there are a lot of hip hop acts that feature a full live band that you would never call “rock n’ roll,” but Travis has a presence all his own. His beats are actually identifiable, like watching a Quentin Tarantino movie. Barker has a style that makes you want to get up and dance no matter who you are. (Listen to: Knockin’ (featuring Snoop Dogg and Ludacris)
It’s difficult to give complete credit to a DJ who is essentially building expert tracks on other musicians’ talent. Remixes and Mash-up songs are extremely sensitive. A remix or mash-up that doesn’t quite work or utilize the exact right mood for the song falls apart. Girl Talk has built a long career on achieving perfection. This latest installment in the Girl Talk library comes close to achieving it. I’ll admit, not all of it is to my liking, but it’s not technically an “album.” Saying this is a complete album is like calling “NOW: That’s What I Call Music” an album. It’s an experimental DJ mix, and if that’s what you want, it absolutely rocks. (Listen to: Every Day)
This is another album that’s been out for about two years, but if I haven’t heard it, it’s new to me! Manchester Orchesta performs my favorite genre of music with such passion and love, I can’t really ask for more. Whenever anyone asks me what kind of music I listen to, I have to honestly say that I listen to everything, but nothing tickles my eardrums like this new wave of Folk/Country/Punk-inspired Indie Rock n’ Roll. What would have probably been called “Emo” several years ago has now evolved into some ass-kicking music with balls. Don’t let the name fool you, Manchester Orchestra is anything but “classical” and “traditional.” (Listen to: 100 Dollars)
It’s a rare occasion when you can sit back on your big comfy couch and just listen to an album from start to finish. These days, most CDs are built around singles with maximum efficiency to the point that most people never even hear 70% of the music an artist puts out. Port O’Brien takes you on a ride through eleven tracks dripping with musical flavor. With highs and lows abound, this album creates an atmosphere that it’s hard to escape from; like a good book you can’t put down. This is a very classic example of indie-folk, so you won’t be getting any hidden surprises or sparks of intense innovation on the theme, but what you will get is a damn fine album. (Listen to: I Woke Up Today)
It’s been an exciting week for indie music. I know! Fucking weird, right? Has there ever been an exciting week in indie music? Unless you count that time your band ran into the guy who does keyboards and loops for
Matt & Kim–Sidewalks (2010)
Ghostface Killah–Apollo Kids (2010)
Fences–Fences (2010)
The Limousines–Get Sharp (2010)
Deer Tick–War Elephant (2007)




Treme
Party Down
True Blood
The IT Crowd
Hung
Toy Story 3
Get Him to the Greek
Scott Pilgrim VS the World
Recovery—Eminem: “Fuck my last CD; that shit’s in the trash.” Eminem drops some knowledge in his latest release, reminding us that we fell in love with him for his personality and passion. If you haven’t heard the full album yet, you’ve likely heard the single, Not Afraid; so take your response to that song, multiply it by infinity, and that’s how much you should love this record. It’s incredible that the rapper can so easily transition from barely poetic novelty-hip hop nonsense to this genre-defining masterwork. The bar has been set. Next time anyone plays anything off Relapse, push them down a flight of stairs.
Thank Me Later—Drake: At some point, we have to get past the fact that Drake was Jimmy from Degrassi. He clearly goes above and beyond to crush the association between him and teen melodrama, and it’s a damn shame that it’s not working. Most of his lyrics, while captivating and melodic, are at their core—psychologically immature. But we’re still listening, so fuck it. Keep doing what you do, Drake. After all, Blink 182’s still doing songs about the girls who broke their hearts in high school, and they’re, like, 40.
The Almighty Defenders—The Almighty Defenders: We’re a bit behind with this one—released in September 2009—but we’ve obviously not been paying enough attention. One could call The Almighty Defenders a “super-group,” if one recognized either of the amazing bands involved. The band is made up of The Black Lips and King Khan and BBQ Show, joining forces for the first time to produce 11 incredible “spirituals” that conjure up a dream of walking awkwardly into a Baptist Church only to realize the party’s being hosted by Satan with every blues, jazz, and rock god playing the devil’s music.
Teargarden by Kaleidyscope Vol. 1: Songs for a Sailor—The Smashing Pumpkins: Surely the length of the title is more impressive than the actual album. To call this a “new Pumpkins album” is the rambling of a madman. Billy Corgan probably decided that it would be a fun experiment to see how much people who still buy CDs would pay for a CD. Answer: way-too-fucking-much. You probably won’t find this release for less than $30, as it comes in a wooden box with a little marble obelisk for some reason. The EP is 4 songs that wind up being a combination of Zwan and The Decemberists—which, in theory, would be pretty rad…but in practice, it’s wholly unsatisfying–especially when you try to pass it off as Pumpkins.
Brothers—The Black Keys: It’s nice to see The Black Keys switching up their sound, if only slightly. Not that I’ve grown weary of their perfected straight-forward rock n’roll/blues, but after an already extensive catalog, it’s pleasant to see some variation on the theme. I’m ashamed to say that I hadn’t actively listened to The Black Keys before they were featured in the 2007 film Black Snake Moan, despite them having been around for the better part of the last decade. I was a fool, and I now accept the error of my ways.
Rebirth—Lil Wayne: I have to be honest and say that it took a while for Weezy to grow on me, but this album is such solid fucking gold that I feel mentally disabled for ignoring Lil Wayne for so long. We should all offer our thanks to Aerosmith and Run DMC for creating the genre of “Rap Rock” despite Limp Bizkit, Kid Rock, etc, etc, etc. The difference, of course, is that Lil Wayne is a legitimately talented rapper who decided to rock out for an album, and we’re glad he did. His collaborations with Eminem, the gorgeous Nicki Minaj, and the power ballad “Die for You” are possibly the greatest tracks here, but that’s like saying that the white and red Smarties are the best. They’re all wonderful, so just shut up and eat your fucking candy.
As long as everyone is talking about the latest Martin Scorsese thriller, Shutter Island, let’s take a moment to examine it in detail. Martin Scorsese is one of my favorite directors, and if he’s not one of yours, then you probably don’t like movies–or, at least, you don’t like good movies. Fact.
4. Cliche, cliche, cliche. It seemed like everything about this movie was used before–even in parody–over and over again. This goes along with the notion that I felt as if I’ve seen this movie before. Ben Kingsley’s monologue at the end of the film actually made me laugh, even though it wasn’t supposed to. I felt like I was watching 
























