The Music Box.
Entries about the music I like.
Weezer – Weezer (Blue Album)
The thing nobody seems to ask about the boy who cried wolf is why Bubby would do such a thing. What would prompt an otherwise standard-issue ten-year-old – likely even-tempered and straight-laced – to, on seemingly unconnected days, run through his village screaming about a wolf he’s seen? Aesop blames it on boredom and naughtiness but eventually faults the kid.
Sunny Day Real Estate – Diary
Inch by inch, then mile by mile, they corrode the core of you. Eating away at what some say is a soul while others disagree; who’s to say whose story adds up? Your dreams are set in concrete and glass, towering all around you. You – dwarfed, hunched over, lurking in the shadows – become one with them. All in or nothing, depending on which side of the bed you last graced.
Jawbreaker – 24 Hour Revenge Therapy
It is a little over the top perhaps, but when I first heard Jawbreaker’s 24 Hour Revenge Therapy, I was instantly hooked. I was in my early twenties, either just graduating college or already dealing with issues of a grown-up life like rent and utilities and bills. But the record – and Bivouac before it – struck a chord somewhere deep within my core.
Portishead — Dummy
The story of Portishead’s Dummy usually fits snugly into pop music historians' retelling of nineties electronica. A Bristol-based band obsessed with dub, pads, and hip hop breakbeats releases an idiosyncratic debut album in 1994: it’s the natural progression of UK electronic music after Massive Attack's Blue Lines, establishing Bristol as the global capital of trip hop.