“In just one try, he struck the perfect balance between burnt-sugar goodness and porcine umami. The first thing your mouth registers is something akin to saltwater taffy. Then you’re treated to the gustatory equivalent of the aroma of your favorite butcher shop: meaty fattiness. Next, waves of buttery sweetness alternating with a hint of salt and the smokiness of bacon.”—Charlotte Druckman, on Humphry Slocombe Larded Caramels (via Marina)
Jawbox - Breathe (For Your Own Special Sweetheart)
Just a reminder of sorts that Dischord and Desoto have remastered and have just re-released (today/tomorrow) one of my favorite 90s records, Jawbox’s “For Your Own Special Sweatheart.” (embedded audio is not from the new re-release)
And boy what a nice job they’ve done. Listen to the stream here. I don’t always buy into the remaster/re-release/cash-in game, but this version of the record sounds AMAZING. This is how DeSoto puts it:
The result is a pretty meaty version of the record, with Zach’s drums and Kim’s bass getting a thorough re-write, while the guitars enjoy a sprinkling of what ended up being somewhat shallow mid-range in the original. We’ve spiced up the re-release with the addition of 3 tracks formerly only available on the Savory+3 EP: “68,” “L’il Shaver,” and a cover of the Big Boys’ classic, “Sound on Sound.” I believe that barring any random pirated versions available online, this will be the only place you can get the original recordings of these tracks.
And will there be a tour? In Billboard, Kim Colletta refers to the Fallon performance as “an easy way to test the waters” for a reunion tour, to see if it’s “still fun to play together.” But wait! In an interview in October, J. Robbins said a reunion tour wasn’t going to happen because he doesn’t want to do it “half-assed” and they don’t really have the time to do it right. GOOD COP BAD COP.
Turns out my new favorite site was created by the one and only April Winchell, who is, according to the article, a “minor Interwebs celeb.” This is a fair description, I suppose, but I just think of her as an insane fringe humorist. I became familiar with her back in 2000 or 2001, when she had an awesome radio show out in LA and would post ridiculous sound clips on her site. She is responsible for my painful addiction to horrible celebrity music and bizarre foreign covers of American pop tunes. If I’ve ever thrown a “Learn Italian Italian with Fabio” track on a mix for you, or Pat Boone covering AC/DC, she’s to blamethank. This is the mother lode. And now she’s got a book deal to boot. Crazy world.
A completely NSFW comparison of two similarly titled films, the animated feature by Disney/Pixar and the softcore screwfest by Russ Meyer.
"Both movies, though, invest themselves in the charm of big peckers. Regarding that point, Pixar’s Up features an exotic female bird named Kevin. The closest Meyer’s Up! gets to any kind of bird is a spread eagle.”
Oh shit! We found the cassette single back in college in some thrift store and played the ever loving Jesus out of it. Every once in a while, I will sing this song to my lady, for no reason other than that it is CHAMPION.