i’m somewhat disappointed in Crystal Castle’s new album as a whole… it suffers from 2010′s most rampant disease in the hipster swine community (no, not herpes), MGMT-itis, a distinct and significant lack of anything catchy. Alice Glass is cute and all, but i feel pretty much the same way about this video. (Hipster Runoff’s aka indie rock’s Perez Hilton has an amusing breakdown of it here, and this little treatise on trying to maintain non-sell-out-status in a self-marketing world is spot on.) C.C. is playing smell-A August 7th for Hard fest, tix are only sixty bucks, and with a killa lineup including Tiga, Soulwax, Green Velvet, Major Lazer, and Diplo, it’s likely to sell the fuck out (NOT LIKE CRYSTAL CASTLES though!!! they keep it REAL!!!) so get your tix here and get ‘em fast.
look! sailor hats! tattoos! $4 Miller High Life! it must be a hipster swine pool party! Downtown Standard is playing Marco Polo with Swimming with Sharks every second Saturday all summer long. this week it’s Mad Decent’s talent pool (yuk yuk yuk – look out for Diplo!) versus Tormenta Tropical’s latin infused mix(ers) and the first hundred people get in free with RSVP. so practice your mouth-to-mouth and get ready for sunburns in weird places. if you want to drive all the way to Westwood while you’re hungover, the backyard at W Los Angeles in Westwood also has a weekly Hangover Brunch and Backyard BBQ every Sunday from 11am to 5pm. i don’t think they have music or cheap beer, though, so fuck ‘em. (RSVP is EVENTS@CHOICEHOSPITALITYGROUP.COM)
so this video is full of tattooed girls in swimsuits who fight all sexy like over a puppet dinosaur, which is somehow supposed to make an “ironic comment” on the present state of viral marketing thanks to the seventies’ pornesque subtitles. hiiipppppssstttteerrrrrr swwwwwiiiiiinnnnnnneeeeee!!!! just because you say something is ironic doesn’t make it ironic. (the new album “Brothers” comes out May 18th. pre-order a $40 special edition at the Black Keys’ site here. you know, or don’t. i could care less one way or another what you do with your life.)
hey, hipster swine, the only thing the eighties was good for was hip-hop, so remember that next time you’re getting all dressed up in your neon tights. De La Soul’s 3 Feet High and Rising used to be something amazing and new, and even if it didn’t end up changing the world, it shure changed mine… it turns out that the release is a phat twenty years old now, so happy belated birthday and much respect. (man, i really miss sampling. way to ruin everything recording industry. you are the destroyers of all that is good.)