The Joup Friday Album: Broadcast- Tender Buttons

Broadcast Tender ButtonsVastly underappreciated in their creative heyday, and still an untouched gem for many, Broadcast were a dire part of indie lore. The group formed in England in the mid 90’s and consisted of vocalist Trish Keenan and multi-instrumentalist James Cargill. They put out five records over the course of their career, which was cut short when Keenan tragically passed at 42 in 2011. The albums they left behind though were nothing short of hypnotic and bewildering; stylistically bringing their own flavor to indie electronic and dream pop with a slight shoegaze tinge. Their sound earned them many comparisons to the group Stereolab, but I personally always connected with Broadcast more. Their ability to add a level of warmth and sensuality to this genre always resonated with me, and there’s no better example of them doing this at their best than on 2005’s Tender Buttons.

The Joup Friday Album: Beck – Odelay

R-235913-1359397798-9718.jpegHappy last day of summer, everyone!

It’s 90 degrees outside right now in Chicagoland as I write this, so I guess summer isn’t OVER-over, but the calendar says we’re done, and rules are rules.

Bring on the pumpkin spice and Halloween decoration plans.

My friends and I have made Riot Fest our annual end-of-summer tradition, and while the lineup was certainly less stacked than previous years, last weekend did not disappoint us. From Run the Jewels to Gary Numan to The Aquabats to that kid from Stranger Things and It‘s band, there was definitely something for everyone on the bill, screaming teenage girls included.

The Joup Friday Album: White Lung – White Lung

maxresdefaultI have a new director who, in three films, has planted himself in my favorites category. Richard Bates, Jr. Man! This guy’s films are fantastic – funny, uncomfortable, disturbing and sometimes horrific, Mr. Bates really knocks it out of the park with Suburban Gothic and Trash Fire, the two films I had seen previously (the former is on Prime, the latter Netflix). Then, a couple of nights ago I got around to the film of his I’d been saving since I discovered it on Shudder: Excision.

The Joup Friday Album – The Body: No One Deserves Happiness

5-the-bodyIn getting the last minute hand-off to fill-in for Sonny, I decided to do something a bit different. Normally, I use most of my social media/internet time for spreading my Master’s word. Today though, I thought to myself, “Philp, why not go ahead and punch out for the night, take human form and find a nice woman, some mead, and roll into the weekend with an album that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy.

No pun intended.

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

The Cure DisintegrationAnd, as with all good things, we come to an end. My end with this particular column, at least. I’m hoping the future for Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying will unfold in an irregular but enthusiastic embracing by my fellow Jouptonians, and every now and again (or as often as anyone wants) a column pops up under this banner, no order to the choice of the four subjects necessary. As with everything on this site, write what moves you at the moment; if we see twelve drinking columns in a row, so be it! Nine crying posts? Good! For now though, let’s go into the final Cry.

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Jennifer CharlesHere’s to your f*&king Frank, to paraphrase a favorite film.

Loveage: Songs to Make Love To Your Old Lady By purports, in a somewhat tongue-in-cheek way, to be a sonic aphrodisiac. The entire tableaux around which this Dan the Automator-conceived and produced, trip-hop masterpiece is built is so thorough, so painstakingly thought out, that when I saw them live in early 2002, Nakamura (The Automator’s real name) and Mike Patton wore smoking jackets and Jennifer Charles wore a slip.

The Joup Friday Album: Johnny Marr – Call the Comet

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As someone who always wanted to be able to play guitar well but never had the self-discipline to learn more than a handful of chords, I have always been in awe of my chosen guitar gods. My big three are the Cult’s Billy Duffy, John Squire from the Stone Roses, and Johnny Marr. Marr has spent the last 30 years standing around waifishly with a “Will strum for food” sign. Dozens of artists took him up on it, from alternative icons like Bryan Ferry, the Talking Heads, and The The, to bands whose profile he raised by signing on (Modest Mouse, the Cribs). Over the last five years he finally embarked on a solo career, releasing three albums under his own name, including the recently released Call the Comet. Oh, and he was also in the Smiths.

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