#ICYMI June & July 2016 Submissions

7/26/2016 Tunes For Loons 0 Comments

Like all major television networks, we seem to follow this trend where, every May, we get SUPREMELY lazy and straight up stop producing new content for about two months (yeeeeeah, sry 'bout that. Summer called and I answered on the first fucking ring). But we're finally back at it again!! Yes it has been so long that I can't even make a "damn Daniel" reference there, but, like Aunt Flo or pizza delivery, better late than never, amiright???

Here are the the three top tunes I found sitting, oh-so-tragically neglected, in our inbox upon returning from our (can we still label it as "brief" -___-) haitus:

Viceroy- Fade Out (ft. Gavin Turek)
With those saccharine vocals flowing smoothly over that mellow funk production, I'm filing this under songs both Cyndi Lauper and Barry White would love.

Satellite Mode- Family
Satellite Mode continues their trend of highlighting Jess' vocal prowess here. "Family" definitely showcases a MSMR-eqsue facet of her voice, and who doesn't love a little ghostly tinge in their vocals?? Filing this under: things I want to listen to while walking through a fog machine.

Micky Blue- Little White Lies
My super is doing work on our gas heater while I'm listening to this out loud RN....... lol. Pretty sure he thinks I'm conducting the world's tiniest seance. But he's gotta at least appreciate the fact that I'm summoning the devil to a super stellar tune. Filing this under: Things you listen to between watching Stevie Nicks live performances on YouTube and episodes of American Horror Story: Coven. And watch the music video too, y'all!

LIVE! Review: Three Days at ROSKILDE 2016, Cophenhagen

7/24/2016 T4L 0 Comments

“Bro, this a” —my newest Norwegian friend Victor paused while he reached deep into his English vocabulary– “circus.”  Yes it was, Victor.  Despite the conversation being conducted in my mothertongue and despite my possession of an English degree which my father grossly overpayed for, I could not come up with a more fitting word for the scene we saw upon entering the West Gate of Denmarks’ Roskilde Festival, a music festival and transient tent city that exists for 8 days every late June into July in Roskilde, a rural suburb of Copenhagen.  It wasn’t a circus because the sheer number and variety of tatted, pierced, dreaded, skin-headed, gothed, underaged, handicapped, hideous, and beautiful festival-goers evoked in us a sense of a can’t-look-away wonder that a bearded lady, midget, and sword-swallower might have stirred in a mid-western farmboy during the turn of the century when P.T. Barnum and Co rolled into town.  It wasn’t a circus because of the soaring tent towers enveloping four of the festival’s seven palatial stages, including nearby Avalon (adjacent to us and where Action Bronson had just begun rapping for the disgusting Euro-mass under the tent).  The brilliance of the comparison lays/lies in the magnitude of the spectacle we had just joined.  Standing by a tree at the back of the Avalon crowd with Roskilde unfolding around us, our Norwegian/American crew of 7 felt about as small, insignificant and out of place as Ted Cruz during his visit to the Bronx.  
The Orange Stage, Roskilde Landmark

Hammered 16 year olds stumbled by, costumed Danes stood on bizarre, futuristic art installations chain smoking cigarettes.  Concert goers dressed as a yeti and tweety bird danced by.  Over my friend’s shoulder, not five feet from us, a man whipped out his uncircumcised penis and pissed into a trash can*.  Within twenty minutes of being in the festival grounds, I had seen dozens of men basically standing on the main pathway and watering nearby trees, while several women eschewed toilet lines and squatted under the same tree.  Like a three-ringed simultaneous performance under the big top, we simply couldn’t take in everything at once.  All the while Bronson egged on the chaotic scene “Mom, I love you you lucky slut.”  Welcome to Roski.    

*It should be noted here that an immediate and persistent takeaway from the festival was the ease with which one could take a piss.  Four-sided urinal pyramids dotted every pathway.  Long metal troughs flanked stage fronts.  Banks of  (clean and luxurious in a minimalist Scandinavian way) port-a-potties were ubiquitous.  There were actually trees with temporary urinals complete with drainage hoses strapped to them.  It was a binge drinking, small bladder possessor’s dream.  Despite the amazing convenience of pee spots, it appeared as though every wall, tree, (and apparently garbage can) was fair game for Tuborg-binging relief.  As long as you didn’t pee directly on someone, it seemed to be ok.   

I did manage to overcome my initial shock enough to take in a few sets, and I should point out that the same overwhelming fracas I experienced during Action Bronson’s performance ended up enchanting me.  The festival is staffed by volunteers, and all proceeds go to Danish charities, making it truly a festival for the people.  I didn’t know as much at the time, but I did notice and appreciate the absence of sponsor messages being shoved down our throats.  Ticket prices were a reasonable ~$320 (for eight days, we showed up when the big acts get there on day 5), and I even bought a keeper raincoat (I’m an idiot and assumed the Danish sky wouldn’t dump on me...for three consecutive days) at the festivalgrounds for ~$45.  Tuborg was a festival-fair ~$7 for 0.5L, meaning that we really never felt taken advantage financially.  The refreshingly unregulated and unsupervised (read unamerican) culture encourages the 130,000 people to look after one another.  This meant everything from passing out water in the concert pits to sharing supplies in the camping areas (to get an idea of the tent cities surrounding the festival ground, imagine a refugee camp but replace the wailing of infants with the bump car-battery-powered stereos).
Tent Sprawl

The openness the Danes and other attendees (many Swedes, Germans and other Europeans) actually buck the cold, reserved, Scandinavian stereotype.  Everyone I spoke to was interested and friendly (and spoke perfect English). PIERCING BLUE EYES EVERYWHERE.  It’s an eight day party, but I never once saw any Tuborg-fueld anger or hostility.  Hammeredness mostly manifested itself in wild displays of public urination and dancing.  Roskilde goers have an almost familial loyalty to the festival, so that most of the Danes my age that I spoke to were on their 8th 9th or 10th Roskilde.  I was told that it’s not uncommon to come to Roskilde by yourself and meet your significant other or spouse, and that every year before the festival starts, a handful of couples get married in front of the landmark Orange stage.  By the third day, my compatriots and I had committed to returning and getting the full camping experience (we were repeatedly scolded by friendly drunk Danes about out opting out of camping for an air bnb).  OK I’ll STFU and talk about music.


We heard his whole set, but having just gotten through the most lax pat-down I’ve ever experienced at the gate, were way at the back and were still overwhelmed with the amount of peeing people around us.  Seeing rappers live can always be a gamble, but the songs I knew from Mr. Wonderful came through really well.  His hard-hitting vocals and ADD beats provided the perfect soundtrack to our “lolwat” first impressions of the festival.


We lined up at 8:00 for the 10:30 RHCP set on the festival’s mainstage rather than catch somebody else first and then belt along to Anthony Keidis’ supposedly wavering voice (the Danes I talked to had negative reviews, which I vehemently disagree with, although being directly in front of the stage might have compensated for any vocal missteps, and to be fair, I have been on a personally redemptive quest to see them since 2013 when I passed out during their set at Firefly, so I might not have been completely unbiased) at the back of the 70,000 person crowd.  The wait was fine tho b/c of these genius 6-pack draft beer caddys.
 Their set was great.  They’re undeniably professionals that know how to put on a great show and rock an enormous outdoor stage about as hard as it can be rocked.  The new guitarist (is he still new if he joined in 2009?) Josh Klinghoffer is the man, complete with guitar shredding and amazing vocal harmonies.  
During this twilight set (there was still light in the sky when they finished at 12:30) I was reminded just how powerful and nurturing music can be. After a long, nearly sleepless two days, in which I had spent the prior two nights on a ship and a plane, I was exhausted and admittedly a bit bewildered by the scope of the festival we had just joined.  The band opened with “Can’t Stop” followed by “Dani California” and during these two familiar songs I felt hugged by the music in a way that I can’t describe other than saying it’s like being held by your mother and told that everything is gonna be ok.  I had a huge second wind, carrying me through the rest of the set and the rest of the week.  (I hope I don’t get blog-fired for talking about feels but I think it’s important cuz it’s why we all listen and why maybe one of you finished reading this tome of a post).  


Blick Bassy
We saw this dude during day two on the smallest and only indoor stage at the festival.  I had never heard of him but was instructed by a friend that his song on the festival spotify playlist was dope so we gave him a chance.  He’s from Cameroon via France and has a sultry AF voice and plays kinda like African-inspired Jazz?  He was VERY polarizing to our group (we mostly stayed together b/c we had close to 0 cell phone ability, how did ppl handle festivals before phones?  Did they just get separated and then throw up their hands and not worry about it?  Simpler times). It’s hard to be open minded when the friend standing next to me is visibly over it. I wasn’t awestruck but he’s different and worth a listen.   


Courtney B
CB was one of our more anticipated acts though in truth I knew two songs well enough to attempt to sing along, BUT I WANT TO KNOW MORE.  The Aussie’s live performance was true to her dirty-rock sounding studio recordings… Hiding between her sweaty mop for hair, she didn’t say much between songs, almost too shy to speak without her axe. But as soon as the first teeth biting chord found its way through the speakers she shook her mop and squeezed her lungs, making us all do our best Aussie head bop. A festival may not be the best place to swim through CB’s wandering lyrical short stories about percolators, margaritas, and real estate searching, but her and her two other mop-headed bandmates rocked hard enough to shake us all. Her songs blended together like a milkshake made of four chords, but her voice cut through crowd just like it does on the record: sweet and familiar like the girl down the street who just wants to rock out in her garage.  My friend Trevor was disappointed to learn that she’s gay.

**MVP of this set goes to the can-collecting lady (empties are worth a lot in Denmark I guess) risking a cracked rib to fight her way to the stage front during the show to collect cups and cans on the floor.**


Jk, Carl and a Danish Rando
The most fun set of the festy.  Ringleader/Norwegian tour guide Carl descended from a  daytime Tuborg buzz into CHVRCHES’ most hammered enthusiastic fan.  All spectators within a 15 foot radius knew him and knew to watch out for his haphazard dancing.  By the end of the set we had pressed forward from about 15 people back to just five or six from the front.  It felt a bit like hero worship of the lead singer—  she danced on the monitor above us, and the disgusting, sweaty clamoring crowd shrieked and pressed forward, in an apparent effort to, as one companion phrased it, “suckle from the teat of the mother we share.”  I liked Chvrches.  I love them now.    


My aforementioned friend Victor hadn’t heard of the D and was blown away by the idea that a fat, bald, middle aged man (KG) had any business being on a stage.  A 12:30AM set might not be the most convenient time to first experience Jack Black’s humor rock, but they sounded great.  You either like Tenacious D or you don’t, and unfortunately the heavily salted popcorn we devoured at the back of the crowd only kept the haters in our crew silent for a few songs.  After about half the set we began the long trudge through the refugeecamp/tentsite to the car.  I was only ok with this because we at least heard/belted Wonderboy.  JB and KG and the dude running around stage in satan costume rocked.  


"The higher the man bun, the closer to God"
The best music that the festival introduced me to. Get on it now and listen to them.  The indie-rock/psychedelic pop (genre description stolen from wikipedia) group out of Chicago is seriously dope.  Carried by clean, high vocals and shimmering guitar, there’s no sound quite like theirs.  The lead singer/drummer and bassist (both male) had a steaming make-out session mid-set that went completely unexplained.  Google searches about their sexuality were inconclusive.  Maybe they’re dating, maybe they were supporting PRIDE week, or maybe they wanted to give me notes to write about so I could ignore the difficult task of describing their sound.  


Someone thought it’d be a good idea to get a stagefront spot for Foals.  I supported the decision because Bombay Bicycle Club is the top of the list in related artists per spotify.  BBC is dope AF.  Maybe it was the rain, maybe it was unrealistic expectations, maybe my back hurt, but I couldn’t help but think Foals sounded boring.  I knew “My Number,” which is catchy in an annoying jingle kind of way.  After that, no other song stood out to me.  People around me seemed more concerned with throwing confetti and slamming Tuborgs than paying attention, and I’d have to say that’s for good reason.  Usually I’m down to give someone a chance til the end of their set but I wasn’t upset when we dipped early.   Probably the only set that even my low standards and open mind couldn’t enjoy.

Setlong friends Tone and Matteus.
They were at their 9th Roskilde.

The Roskilde site says “Fiery Guitar Pop Magic from Madagascar.”  Damily and his band were exactly that.  Maybe 300 people showed up to watch him and his band at the festival’s smallest stage.  It was so different than anything I had experienced before, my friend remarked “I don’t know how to move to this.”  We figured it out by basically jumping and conga-lining for an hour.  I’m not about to start blasting Damily in my headphones on the walk to work, but I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun jumping and dancing at a show before.  Festival magic is sets like this—coming in with no expectations and leaving blown away.    


I have a dad.  I knew I was supposed to see Neil Young.  I like “Heart of Gold,” “Southern Man,” and I really love “Harvest Moon.”  During the hour + that I sat and rested during his set, I heard none of these songs.  He was wailing away on the guitar in 10-15 minute jams.  Which was great, but in hindsight I’m resentful because I didn’t get to hear any of the hits that I learned on my dad’s living room stereo and I sacrificed my ability to take part in the stage front mayhem of Tame Impala.  He really did rock though.  It also kind of felt like we were watching a historical figure on stage, so that was cool.  


We didn’t know much prior to his set, and still don’t know much, but intend for that to change.  I was chopping it up and ripping cigs (idk why, sorry mom) at the back of the crowd, but out of the corner of my eye I saw a really fun set and I liked every noise that I heard coming from the stage.  He’s on the to-listen list.  I think I had just eaten my fourth or fifth Big A’s burger (of the week, not the day, jesus christ) prior to this set so I was really focused on digesting that.  

Awesome View of the Band

People around me have been high AF on Tame Impala for a while now.  I’m definitely not a hater but I think I didn’t understand til I watched them from the Jagermeister stand a quarter mile away from the stage on our final night at Roskilde.  Festival organizers underestimated their popularity, because even though I was far as fuck from the cathedral like tent they were playing, everyone around me was very much watching the show.  My initial thoughts on the lightshow and synths was to imagine a daft punk show.  Apparently I was not alone in this association.  Between the ridiculous turnout of spectators, light show, confetti cannons and general musical dopeness that I now recognize, I wish I had dipped out of Neil Young earlier so that I could have nearly hyperventilated at stage front with my friend Albert (he escaped to the jagermeister stand mid-set).  I can’t say anything else except apologize to the handful of people I eyed suspiciously over the last few months when they got worked up about the new Tame Impala album, I get it now, I’m thick.

Well taken photos and banner courtesy of Justin Bellucci. First post without photo-theft woot!  

KACIA- Bonds

5/23/2016 tunes4loons 0 Comments

First off, 10 points to Gryffindor for those 'fits, KACIA! Srsly, you're rocking the 80's look like you're the stars of a Mick Jagger video—I dig. Plz tell me which Goodwill you found those at, because I simply don't have that Macklemore-level of luck at thrift stores that you guys clearly possess. All I ever find are overly-shapeless jean capris and baby pink Von Dutch hats... um, no thank you.

Veering back to the point of this post, this song rocks y'all! It's the quintessential pop anthem that you need in your life pronto. Beneath a sugary swirl of shimmering synth and saccharine vocals you'll find an addictive, uplifting drum pattern which really elevates the track above all the other pop-laced, female-fronted songs out there. "Bonds" sound is reminiscent of Robyn's "Body Talks," and if that statement doesn't have you clicking play, ur dead to me. Robyn is a Nordic KWEEN. Like Elsa from Frozen, but with more than just one smash hit.

Cobi- Darker Than Dawn

5/18/2016 tunes4loons 0 Comments

OoOoOoOo this is exactly the type of soulful, bluesy song that I want to soundtrack my hump day. Everything here works from those gospel-tinged harmonies to that oh-too-addictive, distorted brass. Vocally, this dude sounds kind of like Matt McCorby meets Hozier. (And you know you're really doing something right if you sound like the love child of an Australian troubadour and an Irish crooner, amiright?) Anyway you look at it, I see major things to come from this LA-lad. I mean, he's got the voice of an angel and the looks of a mid-2000's Calvin Klein model so I'm pretty sure he'll be ay-fucking-okay in life.

Gavin Turek - On the Line

5/17/2016 Tunes For Loons 0 Comments

I read an interview with Gavin Turek where she recounted having to commute 2 hours everyday to high school because she lived in the middle of nowhere. She woke up at 4 AM and rode planes, trains, and automobiles to get to frickin geometry class. So basically she was the Laura Ingalls Wilder of southern California. If Laura Ingalls Wilder also moonlighted as the Queen of Disco, because this lady knows her way around smooth vocals and some big hair. "On The Line" is her newest single, and it makes me wanna bust out dance moves similar to Kristen Wiig's lesser known SNL character
Triangle Sally. And also wear a beret, because there's something mildly French about this? Or maybe I'm crazy, and this song is as French as Paris Hilton. Regardless, we love it.

FYFE- Stronger

5/16/2016 tunes4loons 0 Comments

STAWWWP staring so aggressively into my soul, FYFE! Srsly, that is a Kendall-Jenner-level of intensity leering from those chestnut irises.

Considering his history of producing amazing, fresh covers, I was kind of hoping "Stronger" would be some down-tempo, indie retake of B.Spear's 2k00 banger. The disappointment of it not being an ode to our favorite 00's-shit-show was immediately erased, however, as this smooth, atmospheric ditty flowed through my earbuds. FYFE's flawless falsetto blows me away here, as it seems to do in every track this British-crooner releases. And those intermittent LA-LAs!—so summery, so basic, ssssso hot RN. Definitely gunna have this one on repeat for a while.


5/12/2016 tunes4loons 0 Comments

The indie-music blogosphere has been going batshit-crazy about the fact that this girl is the daughter of the "Vietnamese Tina Turner"............ SMH. Literally, I don't even know what that means.  And when I try google searching "Vietnamese Tina Turner" the only music-related finding that pops up is a video of Beyonce singing a Tina Turner tribute (cause I guess you can't go anywhere on the internet these days without Queen Bey making an appearance #thebeygencyisREAL).

Overall, though, who fucking cares where this girl came from or if she is technically the "female, Vietnamese Ronnie Turner"? All I care about now is that I have TRACE's chill-wave indie ditty in my life (and my eardrums) foreverrrrr. My favorite element of "Low" are the layered synth patterns happening here—A truly delightful swirl of jittery and ambient sounds. And the singsongy chorus is pure, auditory bliss. With it's soft-spoken and whimsical, yet at the same time commanding, vocals, the track kind of reminds me of SALES, just a little less avian-esque #weirdbuttrue.

Blair- Five Past Ten

5/12/2016 tunes4loons 0 Comments

There's a certain kind of song that is so high-energy and infectious that merely hearing it on record makes you want to see the band perform a whole set live. "Dance" by Rebecca & Fiona is one, and "Five Past Ten" is another. With it's 80's jiving drumbeat, melodic guitar riffs, and Killers-esque vocals, this song can only be described as electric. Not necessarily in sound, but in feeling. Also it's subject matter happens to be my favorite time of day! 10:05 is usually that time in the night where you have the perfect buzz going on—Not so close to black-out status that you start an overly-invasive conversation with your Uber driver, but drunk enough that you're feeling yourself (& your 'fit) mucho. Fuck 5 o'clock, five past ten is the real happy hour, amiriiiiight?

Annabel Jones- Happy

5/10/2016 tunes4loons 0 Comments

With it's repetitious refrain of "tell me something happy / don't make me sad," I feel like this could be the theme song to a "Debbie Downer" feature film... something I'm totally down for by the way, NBC, git on that PRONTO. It's time for Rachel Dratch to have the Tina Fey / Amy Poehler trajectory she fucking deserves.

Back 2 AJ: "Happy" sounds like a Regina Spector song mashed-up with a Nintendo game soundtrack. And I feel like that combo could easily go horrible awry, so props to Annabel for mixing those two vastly-different-genres so seamlessly. Considering I've had Ms. Jones' previous single, "IOU," on repeat since it dropped in February, it's honestly no surprise her latest single is just as addictive. It's the epitome of "dark pop," sounding eerie yet uplifting all at once. I'm really bummed the British songstress isn't on the festival circuit this year tbh. She truly amazes us with her Siren-eqsue warblings and refreshing production choices in every song she releases.

LIVE! Review: Twin Wave (w/ special guests Ula Ruth & Surf Rock Is Dead)(Baby's 4/15/2016)

5/09/2016 tunes4loons 0 Comments

We are so late with this post, it is basically akin to if the Groundhog didn't show his face until May 9th. Like, Spring is here Phil, no one gives a fuck about your opinion on the longevity of winter. But hopefully people still care about what we have to say about the Baby's All Right line-up on April 15th, because it was v complimentary. Well, almost all of it... Thanks to the Wild Honey Pie for having us out! Notes below.

***ULA RUTH***

Before the band took the stage, I literally thought "Ula Ruth" was a pop act. Like some 21-year-old girl dressed in neoprene and singing songs about Instagram. Needless to say I was super relieved when these guys took the stage. With their thumping drums and laid-back demeanor, Ula Ruth started off the night perfectly. Although the crowd was not overwhelming in number, it definitely possessed the spirit of a perky cheerleading squad. Of note was the Hawaiian-shirt-wearing mo' fo' in the front who was vibing so hard that at one point his glasses literally were catapulted from his head. Let's just say, he possessed more enthusiasm than a drunk grandmother has for the Hava Nagila at a bar mitzvah. Apparently he calls himself "the roadie," I call him "the hipster Ace Ventura."

Lead singer Nic James sounded kind of like Rob Thomas meets Rooney, with a little bit of All-American Rejects thrown in there. It's the type of vocals that would sound amaaaazing on a country song—his voice managed to sound honeyed yet gritty all at the same time. Too bad there's no country scene to be found in BK, but James' voice fronts throwback-surf-rock-indie tunes rul well too. Equaling as compelling as the vocals were the lyrics—so raw and emotional that my only thought was "woOoah, what girl shattered this guys heart into a million, trillion pieces?" I mean, whatever, joke's on her cause he's getting some good material from their breakup. He's like the Adele of Williamsburg. Whereas all she probably got from their split was an addiction to Ben & Jerry's and some cellulite.

Highlights of the set included "Young and Restless," a cover of "With Or Without You," and "Love," which ended with the chillest guitar solo I've ever witnessed. Although aurally it was an explosion of electricity and intensity, the dude playing it looked so calm, cool, and collected that he either has a lot talented or a lot of valium backstage. Either way, I'll have what he's having.

The most baffling part of the performance was the band's final number. While during the intro I thought they were about to break into a cover of "Bootylicious," Balderston thought we were about to be serenaded with a surf-rock version of "Edge of Seventeen"... It ended up being neither. Why people invite us to review their shows we still don't really know.


Having seen Surf Rock is Dead at a scarcely-populated Mercury Lounge show a couple months back, I was pleasantly surprised at how successful the band was at commanding a larger audience. The styling and attitude of the members was so relaxed and sunshine-casual that it made me feel completely at ease as soon as they took the stage (and considering I am constantly living in an anxiety-ridden state of monachopsis, it's hard to make me feel relaxed without the influence of a glass—ok, fine, a bottle—of wine).

While the harmonies were, as the kids say, #onfleek, the best moments came when the band stepped back from their mics to simply jam out and dance around. Their love of their own music was so infectious that it made me want to grab my guitar and git on up there. Too bad I've only been playing for a month and a half so the only thing I would have been able to contribute musically was a really janky version of Coldplay's "The Scientist."

With all the shimmery electric guitar and quintessential surf-rock vibes happen here, I couldn't help but think this was Seth Cohen's dream gig. The high-point of the set was definitely "Anymore," the low-point was definitely... the crowd. While most of the audience chose to flirt with their significant others instead of shutting DA FUQ up and listening to the music, the addictive sound oozing from the stage still completely captivated those people sensible enough to resist their throbbing libidos.

Lastly I just need to stress how incredibly talented these boys were. The drummer and the guitarist absolutely slayed every track, performing with the gusto and energy of a sugar-laced seven-year-old. And the lead singer managed to belt his heart out all while keeping up a thumping, consistent bass-line. I know that sounds like it would be easy, but it's not. It's basically the equivalent of trying to pat your head and rub your stomach at the same time.


By the time Twin Wave took the stage, Baby's was fucking bumping. People were jumping around with the enthusiasm of a drunk frat bro who hears the opening notes of "Ants Marching" at a DMB concert. I hadn't seen the place this full since I saw The Knocks back in January. They definitely continued the surf-rock theme happening throughout the night but their sound had a little more pep. Like the music to an 80's pump-up montage mixed with surfer vibes. They kind of sounded like Walk the Moon meets Anna Sun, but less PG, a little more edgy. Their latest single, "Matador" was the highlight of the set with its jittery drumbeat and "The Police"-styled, funky guitar.

The crowd was teeming with Brooklynites of all kinds. From flannels to pedophilic glasses to child-molester mustaches, all the notable hipster types were accounted for. Not to mention there were at least 3 people there who looked ready to attend a Gatsby mansion party: Roaring twenties to-the-chin-bob with a pop of red lipstick. I didn't know women dressed like that unless they were an action movie villain's hot accomplice, but I guess they do. There was also a man in a "Make Donald Drumph Again" cap popping balloons. I couldn't decide if I wanted to drunkenly scold him for his juvenile actions or compliment him on his A+ head-wear.

Also, side note: Gr8 move on Wild Honey Pie's part to fill the crowd with balloons. Besides the aforementioned asshole, they only added to the magical Baby's ambience. By the middle of Twin Wave's set, the crowd was playfully batting them around as if they were beach balls. It really made me feel like I was at a music festival, and who doesn't wanna be mentally transported to Cochella, amiright??

The whole set just felt super organic on Twin Wave's part—an enjoyable cacophony of blended & ambient, yet somewhat distorted, sound. Everything seemed super effortless from the swoon-worthy vocals to rushing, riveting bass. They're clearly just some guys who love making music and have actually garnered a following.

A-Trak & Phantogram - Parallel Lines

5/09/2016 Tunes For Loons 0 Comments

A-Trak is not messing around y'all, this song is so intense his plaid shirt is practically tripping balls. As was I when I heard this for the first time. My enthusiasm level on a scale from: "high on Xanax" (low) to "free bagels at work" (high) was "kid from viral Youtube video opening a new Xbox." From Sarah Barthel's warbling opening notes to the pulsing synths woven throughout, "Parallel Lines" is a treat for both ravers and everyone else. I could listen to this in the shower, walking to the grocery store, around a campfire, driving my grandparents around... you get the picture. The point is it's versatile dance music. Some people might argue with me, but I think A-trak has always managed to play in the "alternative" space while remaining a full-fledged member of the EDM community. Perhaps it's through his association with indie acts. He's like the football player who shows up at Brooklyn warehouse parties because he dates the hipster art girl*** It's perhaps odd that he's there, but everyone accepts it and applauds his drinking abilities.

***which for the record, only happens in John Hughes movies. Football players date blonde girls who wear non-threatening neutrals. It's science.

Koresma - Bridges

5/05/2016 Tunes For Loons 0 Comments

Honestly, I thought for a good 10 seconds that this song was Dido's "Thank You," which is probably the greatest compliment to bestow upon someone. Her song is one of the top 10 for me. I mean, it's so good that despite its Lite FM radio connotations, Eminem sampled it in a song about murdering someone ("Stan"). But we are not here to discuss Dido, I am here instead to shower compliments on Koresma's "Bridges." Every blog post I saw surrounding it mentioned the word "chill," so I would be remiss not to include it here. It is in fact, a prime slice of chilled out instrumental. There's floaty piano riffs and subdued guitar. Listening to it makes me want to curl into a comforter and listen to a rainstorm. Therefore, it only felt right to pair the song with a tranquil landscape pic that could also be a desktop background. Apple has the best desktop selections.

Terror Jr.- Sugar

5/05/2016 Tunes For Loons 0 Comments

Idk where da fuq this trio came from, but I am so so glad they have arrived on the indie-music scene. Both their previous single, "3 Strikes," and "Sugar," their latest, are a breath of fresh air on the HypeM charts. I mean, seriously, if I see one more shitty remix of a K. Flay song, I'm gonna throw a Marissa-Cooper-sized tantrum (we allllll know the one I'm talking about).

With it's saccharine lead vocals, squeaky synth, and infectious finger snaps, "Sugar" is the only non-Lemonade song currently on my playlist (#theHIGHESTofpraises). It's like Kiiara but without the 1-hit-wonder stigma that our Frida-Kahlo-wannabe is slowly developing. This comes as no shock considering **PLOT TWIST** two of the three members of Terror Jr. are responsible for producing Kiiara's "Gold." Still not sold on their stage name, but I'll get over it. I actually heard this wasn't their original epithet choice. Rumor has it they were gonna name themselves after Donald Trump Jr., but then they decided "Terror Jr." was basically the same thing anyway.

*RELEASE* Fou De Toi- Only In My Head

5/03/2016 tunes4loons 0 Comments

I'm still confused why a band from Sweden has a French stage name, but honestly there are more baffling things in the world—like WHY Sarah Jessica Parker decided to dress like a gender-confused Captain Hook at the Met Ball for one. Anyways, if Fou De Toi continues to unleash their addictive brand of indie-pop unto the world, they can go by whatever the fuck they want. "Only In My Head" is the first single off the band's forthcoming EP and it's every bit as enjoyable as last month's "Don't Know What To Do." While the verses showcase some idiosyncratic synth choices and a late-80's-styled drumbeat that has me wanting to run in slow-motion down the beach like a Baywatch lifeguard, the chorus is where this track really shines. It has that infectious, happy-go-lucky sound to it that would close out a set at a music festival beautifully. I just want to sway enthusiastically in a sun-bathed crowd to this as we collectively echo "head -ed -ed -ed -ed -ed" back to the band. How do I make this scene become my reality, I have no fucking clue, but a girl can dream.

t4L in a Nutshell- April 2016

4/30/2016 tunes4loons 0 Comments


Cause we can't blog every amazzzing track that crosses our path. 
(We do have lives LEMON-fucking-ADE to listen to on repeat, yah know?)

*SUBMISSION* Violet Days- Your Girl

Naomi Pilgrim- Sink Like a Stone

*SUBMISSION* kid joki & CLMD- Wait For Love

Justin Jay & Friends- What Do You Want (ft. Josh Taylor & Benny Bridges)

*SUBMISSION* Gypsy & The Cat- I Just Wanna Be Somebody Else

Monopol - Somebody That I'll Never Be

4/30/2016 Tunes For Loons 0 Comments

Monopol (which in full disclosure, looks like a typo for the #1 board game of my childhood) is the new moniker of 24 year-old producer Christoph Andersson, a man famous for his work with G-Easy. While I'm not cool enough to listen to rap, I cannot speak more effusively about his new single "Somebody That I'll Never Be." With it's cool synths and catchy chorus, Andersson is fast on his way to conquering another genre. This is a Calvin Harris remix away from the Top 40, and I'm pretty sure Phoenix is weeping they didn't come up with it. Plus, he's from NOLA! We mostly write about assholes** from NY and LA, so glad to have some geographical flavor in the mix. We await your next single Monopol.

**kind of joking but not really. People from the coasts are mean!!

Calvin Harris & Rihanna - This Is What You Came For

4/30/2016 Tunes For Loons 0 Comments

While the world is burning down over Beyonce, Rihanna pulls a fast one and releases a Calvin Harris collab. Calvin went on record saying he was scared shitless nervous about following up "We Found Love," and who can blame him? That song was basically responsible for the worldwide rise of molly in 2011. It put Calvin on the map, and also enabled him to transform from pasty Scottish DJ to Armani underwear model. There's added pressure given the fact that both Calvin & Riri just released albums lacking more than one hit single. Well these hotties can relax, because "This Is What You Came For" is a banger. Addictive from the opening tropical house synths, and definitely worthy of that crazy cover art.I can only hope this pair will give the public what they truly want: a music video with their sex scene and a plotline of Celine Dion caliber drama.


Gwen Stefani- Make Me Like You (RAC Mix)

4/29/2016 tunes4loons 0 Comments

Honestly, I didn't even know this Gwen Stefani song existed. And I even saw her perform it on SNL a couple weeks ago lol. Although, in my defense, I was too busy thinking that Ms. Stefani is one shot of botox away from being warmly accepted into the Kardashian clan to really focus on the song. But she's in her late 40's and manages to pull off that slutty-Elsa look flawlessly so I guess I shouldn't be hating.

If, like me, you aren't familiar with the original "Make Me Like You," don't bother leaving this page to look it up—Stefani's version doesn't hold a candle to this groovy, little ditty RAC has constructed. Considering we've been raving about RAC's remixing skills since 2013, it's no shocker that we're digging his latest rework. The thumping, funky baseline paired with Stefani's signature sugary-pop voice SCREAMS summertime vibes. All I want to do is jam to this as I cruise down a tropical coastline in that Tiffany-blue convertible from Thelma and Louise. Too bad I live in Manhattan and am too poor to buy an extravagant movie prop like that. I guess I'll have to settle for drunkenly begging my Uber driver for access to his aux cord. Then I can blast this as I pull the classic-drunk-girl-move and hang my head out the window like an overly-giddy Golden Retriever on his way to the park. Basically the same as a sitting shotty in a vintage convertible, right?

Kai Straw- Don't Tread On Me

4/28/2016 tunes4loons 0 Comments

I hundo-P thought the cover art for this was going to be some horribly-photoshopped version of the Gadsden flag (aka the second most popular wall-art that freshmen boys hang to seem cool*). But a back alley where (I assume) multiple homeless people try to park their rape vans works as cover art too, I guess. Mostly though, when a song is this infectious, IDGAF about the visuals matched with it. As soon as "Don't Tread on Me" flows through my earbuds, I end up closing my eyes and losing myself to the overwhelming amount of soul, funk, and 'tude happening here. So the album art is a moot point (or if you're Joey Tribbiani, a moo point). What has really kept me pressing repeat on this song all day long is Straw's swoon-worthy vocals. The San-Fran native's voice manages to go from falsetto to raspy to honeyed to harmonic all while spitting some all-too-relatable lyrics.

*the first is John Belushi from Animal House and the third is any variation of Bob Marley's smiling face splashed over Jamaica's national colors #leDUH. You know what's cool though, young collegiates? Actual fucking art. Just a suggestion.

The Palms - Breakin Up

4/27/2016 Tunes For Loons 0 Comments

Citizen Cope, is that you? Nahhhh, the similarity is actually minimal, but it was the first thing I thought of when I heard "Breakin Up." Maybe because the measured percussion and soulful vocals are vaguely reminiscent of "Bullet & A Target." Remember that song? Takes me back to the days of braces and mini Ipods. Sigh. Anyways, while Citizen Cope is trapped in the 2005 time capsule, The Palms are kickin and making great tunes. We previously reviewed "Push Off," and "Breakin Up" is a great second offering. Establishes their sound but brings something new to the table as well. Ben Rothbard's voice possesses a swagger and simultaneous vulnerability that makes the music really compelling. ALSO, that instrumental at the end is amazing. Makes the song I think.

Until next time Palms! xox, T4L

Flume - Say It (ft. Tove Lo)

4/27/2016 Tunes For Loons 0 Comments

Tove Lo is becoming the Jennifer Lawrence of popular music. When I say this, I don't mean to imply that she is annoying AF**, but rather that she can be found everywhere. For instance, I finally convinced my co-worker to let me use his Spotify account (his password was TayTay89 btw), and within 5 minutes I was assaulted by this lady's vocals on every playlist. Duet with Coldplay? Check. Nick Jonas? Why not! While I could listen to Tove Lo sing on every track, this collab with Flume is T4L's favorite. "Say It" is a vibey, sultry winner. Tove Lo gets to show off a more laid-back vocal approach, and Flume brings his usual A-game. I want to comment that these lyrics are a little cray. Take for example: "You make me love the pain / Break my bed to make me wanna stay / I'll fuck you right back" Damn Africa. Toeing the line between sexy and scary but whatevs, I'm into it. Honestly shocked this isn't appearing on the 50 Shades sequel soundtrack. You missed a real opportunity Hollywood.

**the tide of my emotion has turned on J-Law. I'm sorry but I can't explain why. Crazier things have happened people. America once loved Anne Hathaway.

ELOHIM- Sensations

4/26/2016 tunes4loons 0 Comments

Uh-huh, yahhh, yupp, into this. ELOHIM is back at it again with the white vans fem-pop anthems. The mysterious L.A. songstress still refuses to reveal her face, but honestly, she could look like Melisandre in her true form under that mammal mask and we would still love her. With it's textured synth hits, crystalline vocals, and sing-along-ready chorus, "Sensations"  is the ultimate banger for any bitch whose experienced even a second of that total & complete euphoria we all crave so badly. Y'know, being in love for the first time, having mind-blowing sex, eating chips & guac while sufficiently baked, blissful moments like that.

Marcus Marr & Chet Faker - Learning For Your Love

4/25/2016 Tunes For Loons 0 Comments

This screenshot looks suspiciously like a Jeopardy answer, which led me to falsely believe for a few moments that Alex Trebek had trendy as shit taste in music. Imagine if America could scroll through Mr. Trebek's Ipod, and it was filled with A$AP Rocky and Yeasayer. I would die. Alas, in reality it is probably a collection of Barry Manilow, ABBA, and Cream, the Early Years. O well, just because he doesn't listen to Chet Faker doesn't mean we at T4L don't. In fact, this is the third cut off the Chet Faker/Marcus Marr album that we are blogging. #Swimfans. "Learning For Your Love" is what we have come to expect from these dudes: forlorn love lyrics, funky guitar riffs, and a steady beat runnin through it. We are obssessed, and if Mr. Faker doesn't play it when we see him in June we will erroneously give him a terrible show review. And he will be sad, because he definitely cares about our thoughts. A lot.

Girls Season 5 Music - Chrstine & the Queens, AURORA

4/25/2016 Tunes For Loons 0 Comments

Even though Girls Season 5 has concluded, I am here to give you the music that soundtracked its most depressing moments. Sure, there were plenty of upbeat numbers, but everyone knows that the most affecting songs on a TV show usually accompany scenes of doom and gloom. Does anyone remember what was playing when Meredith and Derek (of Grey's Anatomy, in case you have been in a coma for the last decade) had fun, crazy sex for the first time? NO, you remember that Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol was stuck in your head for 3 years after it appeared in the Denny death scene. Long story short, the two songs below have wormed their way into my brain because of their positioning in melancholy episode endings, but also because they are dope.

Christine & the Queens -IT
Best tranny anthem this year. I mean this with the highest compliments. Her voice is haunting in a way that American vocals really can't be (she's French). Shout-out to the electric key riff right before the chorus.

AURORA - Life on Mars (David Bowie Cover)
I am ashamed to say I didn't know the original (I know, I am destined for music blogger hell), but this cover brought an unexpected delicacy to the table. The held note and subsequent crescendo of "sailoorrrrrsssss fighting in the dance hall" makes my arm hairs stand up straight.

Drake- One Dance (ft. WizKid & Kyla)

4/25/2016 tunes4loons 0 Comments

Listen to the track here:

DAMN this track is infectious AF—Aubrey you dawwwwg you. All I want to do is salsa dance to this while styled like that sassy emoji in the red dress. The funny thing is that, as good as "One Dance" is, I'm not even sharing it here because of its musical finesse. Sure, the minimalistic production is refreshing, Drake's verses are slicker than Kenickie's hair, and Kyla's saccharine vocals are a lovely addition, but the best part about the whole track are the user comments on One Dance's official YouTube video. Idk who decided to start spamming the comments section with "Drake's the type of n***a" jokes, but whoever did is my idol. Scroll down for my personal faves:

"Drake the type of n***a to smack his own ass during sex"

"Drake the type of n***a to pick up the soap in the prison shower for someone"

"Drake, the type of n***a to eat his cookie slowly so it lasts longer"

To sum it up:
Anonymous Internet Users: 3 billion (and counting)
Drake: 0