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40. The XX - "Crystalized"People went nuts for The XX this year. We didn't exactly, calling them, "the most tense bunch of 2009." That was back in March before NPR got wind of the record and turned them into every bourgeoisie fantasy of what indie rock could sound like in 2009. They became Interpol for the cocktail party where no one is really listening to the music. Of course, all of this is

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50. The Sweet Serenades - "On My Way"There is something vaguely aerobic about The Sweet Serenades' "On My Way." It pounds out of the gate and the back-beat panting manages to hold out just long enough to tumble into a quivering, crystalline chorus. It is fragile, shabby, and entirely propulsive. Turn yourself, and this, up.49. War Tapes - "Dreaming of You"An American Editors mixed with a Cure

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Julian Casablancas is having a hell of a year. He's closing out with one of the year's best pieces of album art and a Christmas song that doesn't sound like a Christmas song, more like something The Killers were working on in 2006, but with the critical addition of sleigh bells (can we call them Slay-bells?). The holiday season is fully underway and we're heading home to families, fires and

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The show at Bottom of the Hill plays like a celebration for The Rural Alberta Advantage. Every band has an "I think we made it" moment, and the Canadian trio seems positive its came here in July. Touring in support of Hometowns -- re-released by Saddle Creek -- RAA found itself far from home, a couple days into its first major U.S. tour, and enjoying the presence of genuine fans.Five months later

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This is our 300th post. Honestly, we never thought we would make it this far. Thanks to everyone who went to shows with us, wrote something, put us on the list for something, sent us a record, sent us a note, sent us songs, left a comment or even just spent time on the site. It is greatly appreciated and makes this whole weird experiment worthwhile. Thank you, thank you. We have, hopefully,

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Wolf Gang's shimmering single, "The King And All Of His Men" is one best songs of the year. Kid Adrift is one of the newest and most talented DJs and remixers on the UK scene. I don't have to do the math for you. Kid Adrift turned his ear and hand to Wolf Gang's source and the product, while not exceeding the original, is a new and crushing take on the same chord-progression. The remix is bent on

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A note: You'll need to find some headphones and your volume knob. You will need to put one of those on and turn the other one up - I assume you'll be able to figure which is which.Brooklyn's Kittens Ablaze sound absolutely nothing like burning felines but sound like an entire urban-center, set to burn with accelerants introduced at the critical moment for maximum heat and disorder. Sonically

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Vancouver's Yukon Blonde sound like a less-complicated and more approachable Local Natives. Big spacious group-harmonies, wide-open tumbling guitars and crashing drums make for something that feels organic, earthy and clean. The conclusion is a guitar peel-off and the muffled, urgent drums that recall first album Rogue Wave. It's the kind of song that you can put on ice, push a little, and watch

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In a sleepy corner of east Germany, we spent a period of weeks in 2006. The sun was out 18-hours a day and there was a creepy, almost languid, sense that time had somehow stopped. Dusk would set in around 10pm and there it remained as we sat by the lake, stayed up all night, and walked home in the dawn. For The Go Find's newest release, song and album of the same name, "Everyone Know It's Gonna

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This review also runs on Bowery Presents' House List Blog.I will cop to the following assumptions about Friendly Fires' Saturday night show at Webster Hall: 1) It would not sell out. 2) Friendly Fires would be great but people wouldn't "get it." 3) I would struggle with a show that, truthfully, wasn't great. Sitting in an establishment slightly south of Webster on 3rd Avenue, I thought these

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Imagine for a minute you've been quietly converted from a carbon-based life-form to something different. Imagine you've been turned into something written in silicon, all your cells and bodily functions quietly replaced by zeros and ones and fiber optic cable. Now imagine it happened overnight. How long would it take you to recognize a difference? Couldn't we assume that the programmers of this "

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"Welcome to this big room," Mikel Jollett offers, marking the beginning and the end of the evening's understatement.The Airborne Toxic Event lead singer is speaking to the seated crowd at the luminous, $240 million, Frank Gehry-designed Walt Disney Concert Hall. His band just finished "Wishing Well," a song Jollett sung from somewhere offstage in, one assumes, a well-intentioned effort to let the

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There are those rare moments where something heartbreaking seems to uplift. It's the kind of moment that Hollywood has practically built itself around; where something depressing appears in a different light, as beautiful in its struggle. The orphan makes it to college. The dog finds his way home. The beloved prep school writing teacher dies. Spoiler alert. Dies. The unlikely teens in detention

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Two years ago, I heard the Shout Out Louds were breaking up. At the time, I was preaching the gospel of their second-record, Our Ill Wills, with such ferocity that a narrative movement like a break-up seemed not just inconceivable - it was flat wrong. Of course, in the grand spirit of the hype machine, no such break up was afoot. It was something else. Shout Out Louds frontman, Alec Olenius, a

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Sam Billen is certain that he and a certain someone will meet again someday. These are his words, not mine and they might be a little cloying. The narrative structure of the echoing electro-pop of "Different Lives" isn't anything aching complex. Boy meets girl. Boy moves out of poisonous urban area to something rural and quaint with girl. Boy and girl stay up all night writing music. If only the

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Marina and the Diamonds have been on our radar for a long, long time. In fact, it dates to a demo version of "Obsessions" we put on a mixtape in early 2008. The immediate feedback was something like, and I'm paraphrasing here, "It's good but it seems like a roughed around Regina Spektor." Well, it was a sort-of compliment and amazingly short-sighted. Today, we are leveled by the video for her

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I spent at least three of the last six hours in the back seat of a car, traveling at, quite frankly, unsafe speeds on a road that seems to relish claiming the wreckage of poor driving decisions and ill-advised lane-changes. Seat behind the driver, head leaned against the window, you aren't far from the mortality of the jersey barrier directly to your left. It hums by at furious, unfeeling speed,

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Back in 2007, Frightened Rabbit took a blunt object to our brains and hearts. Lyrically, it wasn't always the most nuanced (neither were our responses) and musically, it wasn't ground-breaking but none of that seemed to matter. From first interacting with "Modern Leper" to discovering "The Twist" and, in my group of friends, a new way of talking, "New band, new song, twist song, twist band, twist

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Eight years ago I was carrying a mix CD that actually contained the song "Raining In Baltimore" by the Counting Crows. Tonight, it actually is raining in Baltimore, 50 miles to the north, and I couldn't careless about Adam Duritz. Even in the damp rain of the eastern seaboard, Toro Y Moi's "Blessa" stumbles sea-sick, warm and colorful from its digital housing. In the spirit of Air France and the

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High school yearbook pages are deservedly notorious for their questionable content. Mine committed none of the following common mistakes: 1) I did not profess my love to a girl that I would stop speaking to within months. 2) I did not make any inside jokes. 3) I did not post some picture of kids at a party under the supposed coolness of having a "party picture" in the yearbook with the school's

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Back in 2006, I was sleeping in what little darkness the enormous windows of my Bushwick loft allowed. A full moon hung over the gravel pit or "rock factory" we joked, outside. I was tucked in, headphones on, listening to glowing, down-tempo keyboard pop from Baltimore. It was Beach House's first album and the sun was going to rise like a blazing ball of fire in a few hours. If I was being honest

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(A brief introduction: Hi, I'm Noah. You probably don't remember me from such productions as "32feet gets impressively drunk on SPIN's dime" and "Good god, that's the Futurehead's music," but I was there. Now I'm writing here. We're taking this thing bicoastal. From San Francisco, with love.)The Messiah -- happy, sober, and dressed entirely in black -- is bathed in white light at the front of The

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I swapped out laptops today meaning I lost every play count, every playlist, even my tried-and-true system of arranging my music by "Date Imported." In essence, I've been asked to encounter my music library anew, an unfamiliar organization, no sense of time and space. This is as disorienting and stupid as I'm making it sound but practically speaking, it means that I'm dealing with an alphabetized

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There is a projector displaying the band's name against the backdrop of the stage. It is from a DVD and it says "PAUSE" in the upper left hand corner. The command is a little misleading, the screen is vibrating like a VCR with a tracking knob that either broke off or has a healthy problem with authority. For the duration of the evening, Deluka will play with their own name and the word "PAUSE"

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Free EnergyIt was a weird night at Bell House in Brooklyn. Ranging from the committed, almost baroque synth-collisions of Small Black, through the chunky, frankly forgettable, Diehard and closing with the if-you-haven't-seen-them-see-them-now Free Energy, you could be forgiven for thinking it was a little disjointed.Small Black took the stage in front of something like 20 somewhat engaged music

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