By So Brick, Eh?
I suppose my first comment on my musical interests in 2024 is more a confession than anything else. I did indeed have a “brat summer.” Charli XCX’s Brat album is popular for good reason. Her previous work was too hyper and unlistenable, but songs like “360” are just damn catchy and much smoother on the eardrums. The early Euro-rave influence is still there, but the sound has matured. Whatever work is happening in production for Charli is clearly paying off. While snowboarders routinely rip 1440s and other dizzying spins, far surpassing Tony Hawk’s now tired 900, I’m quite content with one revolution at a time.
Like many bands of the 1990s and 2000s, both The Postal Service and Death Cab for Cutie (aka the Ben Gibbard show) had a joint anniversary tour this year. I caught them while back in Pittsburgh for a stint and even though I haven’t listened to much Postal Service in the intervening years, I was pleasantly surprised to remember so many of their tunes. Seeing Ben Gibbard perform was also a highlight, as he’s damn good—dances like a weirdo though.
Spotify informed me that I was among the top two percent of Misfits listeners globally this year, so there’s that.
I forced some of today’s youth to listen to Minor Threat. The ensuing discussion had us wondering, can one be straightedge without the edge? Can a Mormon be straightedge? Are they just straight without the edge? What’s more important, the not drinking or the “look?” Must both be present? And in what quantities? I’m a bit of a purist so, to quote Chuck Palahniuk, “sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken” is my final verdict on the matter.
As a self-professed fan of the “you call that music?” genre, the tunes I dare you to listen to are: “The Genre Police” by AronChupa and Little Sis Nora, “Hentai” by S3RL, and “Miku” by Anamanaguchi and Hatsune Miku.
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