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Tuesday, December 16th, 2008BUT STREAMING IS STILL UP!
BUT STREAMING IS STILL UP!
Hello friends,
Do you love






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Then you must love WVKR!!
You love the diversity of our programming, our eclectic array of genres, and quality, commercial-free shows.
We love all of these things too, and we want to keep serving it to you 24 hours a day, 7 days a week! The reason we’re able to provide you with such awesomely diverse, commercial-free programming is because we are an independent radio station. Independent means we don’t profit, and most of the funding that keeps us alive comes from YOU! The listeners! The fans!
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-Lauren, Your Faithful Finance Director
Thanksgiving, a time to sample all the culinary delights that our varied family traditions have to offer. This year at my house we had many guests, family and friends alike. I now invite you, dear anonymous blog reader, to join me as I lead you through the cornucopia of great new albums that I’ve heard this fall at the Plymouth Rock of a radio station that is WVKR.
Oral/Aural comparisons abound, so feast you eyes, ears, and hearts upon the banquet I lay before you:::
Appetizers: Jay Reatard – “Matador Singles ’08″, Various Artists – “Hallum Foe OST”
Some delightful, bite sized, finger foods. Enjoyable in any portion. Just press play at any point on these albums and you’ll be instantly drawn in to a series of short, tasty, ear d’ourves. But don’t ruin your appetite.
Spinach Squash Casserole: Benoît Pioulard – “Temper”
A complex and rewarding treat, and the perfect complement to any early winter’s day. Like the subtle intermingling of greens and sweet squash in this unique casserole, Benoit intertwines the ambient and the mildly poppy in a challenging yet supremely enjoyable work.
Cranberry Sauce: Marnie Stern – “This Is It and I Am It and You Are It and So Is That and He Is It and She Is It and It Is It and That Is That”
A tart endeavor, with a hint of sweetness to those who take the time to savor it. This album’s vibrancy stands out distinctly from the rest of the platter. Marnie serves up a bowl of in-your-face, guitar-shreddin’, shout-singin’ explosiveness. Though I can only enjoy it in small portions, there are many out there who devour it by the bushel.
Stuffing: Viking Moses – “The Parts That Showed”
Delicately seasoned bread, steeped in the blood and juices of the turkey throughout its hours of roasting; the stuffing is almost a parable for innocence lost – much like the dark yet redemptive tale told throughout Viking Moses’s sweet and melancholy musical fable. Brendan’s vocals resonate with a subdued power over a simple, reverby pudding.
Mashed Potatoes: Fight Bite – “Emerald Eyes”
Dreamy and ethereal, like the heavenly fluff of this classic well-whipped dish. Sure, it’s not exactly groundbreaking (They’ve got a very similar aesthetic to Beach House), but that doesn’t make “Emerald Eyes” any less delicious. Pace yourself though! This album flies by and you might end up finishing it before all the other dishes if you’re not careful.
Sweet Potato Mash: School Of Seven Bells – “Alipinisms”
A masterful blend of fluffy, heavy, and saccharine. The more complex of the starch mashes. Angelic female vocals drift through some yammy, earthy beats. All of this is smoothed out and spread even with dense shoe-gaze textures galore.
School Of Seven Bells – “Half Asleep”
Gravy: Of Montreal – “Skeletal Lamping”
This album has some of the sexiest, most savory songs my musical palate has ever encountered. It’s a whole gravy boat fulla lovin’. There are some bizarre lumps and specks in there, but just let the inconsistencies flow right by and you’ll find yourself all up in the rich, succulent, disco-funk mix of Kevin Barnes’ imagination.
Of Montreal – “Nonpareil Of Favor”
Pot Roast: Koushik – “Out My Window”
Get down into the mix of sumptuous potatoes, carrots, and beatz. Koushik serves up a varied platter of funky fresh grooves, simmered for hours in some old-school analogue sauce. If you dig The Go! Team’s famous stews, serve yourself a heaping helping.
Olives: Guitar – “Honeysky”
Why are these on the table? Who put these olives on the table? Is this really someone’s idea of a relevant T-give garnish?! A similar question could be asked of Guitar– did the Ace of Base aesthetic really need to be drudged out and force-fed Nyquil until it sounded like this trippy album? Well, that’s up to you. I think it’s enjoyable, but I’m not sure if I ever have been or ever will be in the right mood to really love it. Oh, and it was my mom. my mom put the olives on the table.
Turkey: Larkin Grimm – “Parplar”
This album ain’t no game hen, it’s a full blown meal. I envision Larkin herself having reared and slaughtered this 28lb fowl in the highlands of Appalachia – drawing it closer with her husky, irresistible lure; buttering it up with her earthen melodies; then BRUTALLY SLAUGHTERING IT. She says it herself: “Who said to you, ‘you’re going to be alright?’ Well they were wrong wrong wrong wrong…”
Larkin Grimm – “Ride That Cyclone”
Tofurky: Various Artists – “Perfect As Cats: A Tribute To The Cure”
Even if every bite isn’t delicious, the sheer volume and ambition of this imitation undertaking (24 different artists on this 2 disc compilation) ensures some delights scattered throughout. If only the same could be said of the lackluster loaf I’m comparing it to, which is mediocre through and through – even those cats are upset by it.
Cleaned your plate, ay? Time for some DESSERT!
Cheesecake: Shugo Tokumaru – “Exit”
A confection to be reckoned with. Sure it’s a pop-laden desert, but there’s more weight here than you might expect. After a giant dinner I could only take a couple bites of this creamy delight. “Exit” has a reliable crust of bizarre guitars/ukuleles, but warrants sampling at a time when you can dedicate some attention to the more delicate spiced flavors of recorder and boyish vocals meandering throughout. Also helping the metaphor is the striking resemblance of this slicing pattern to the Japanese imperial flag.
Shugo Tokumaru – “La La Radio”
Crazy Chocolate Cake: François Virot – “Yes Or No”
This is the sweetest of the sweet. A chocolately delicious treat. Virot’s child-like enthusiasm and energy almost matches that of my 5-year-old cousin when he inexplicably decorated this cake with Technicolor toothpicks and more confectioners sugar than this disc has vocal self-harmonies. Virot makes me giddy as a child with layered acoustic guitars and body-based rhythm tracks. Though the title leaves it vague, the answer is clear: YES!
What?? No Pumpkin pie?!
Too obvious, my friends, too obvious. How about a more relevant finish:
Paul has a new music show called “The New Contemplative Jive Hours” on Tuesdays from 10pm-Midnight.
I heard an anecdote from my friend the other day about Luis Bunuel, the surrealist filmmaker and contemporary of Salvador Dali. Apparently, somebody once asked Bunuel what he would do if he knew he had only twenty-four hours left to live.
His response?
“I would sleep for twenty-three of them.”
What a perfectly surrealist way to approach such an inquiry. My first question is, which hour would he spare? The first or the last? And so minimizing his waking time, how would he spend it? “Awake” doesn’t quite do it for me.
Sometimes I think Bunuel would get a kick out of WVKR’s new music playlists. So much of the contemporary-indie music out there seems to be taking his approach — escaping the conventions of normalcy by defying expectations, minimally, but in just the right ways. Twisting sense into nonsense into sense. An irrational sprinkling of dissonance here, a tap-dancer percussion section there. Swap the chorus for verse, the verse for a chorus.
Now why wouldn’t Bunuel just sleep away the whole twenty-four?
Because, of course, that wouldn’t be so interesting.