Prayer for the Accused in Lieu of Monday Morning Meditation

Trying to get Monday Morning Meditations -- or anything else posted -- while I am STILL waiting for my computer to be repaired (going on month #3 -- the cost of getting something fixed for free under warranty vs paying for it, I guess) and using a borrowed one, traveling, closing on a house, finishing my new book (all done), and trying to support our accused-but-innocent priest (actually, both priests in our parish have now been removed, sheesh!; and a recent study has shown that 50% of all accusations of California priests are bogus but they still have to get dragged through the courts and diocese review panels and sometimes even Rome) has been basically impossible. Not that I am not spending time every Monday morning in contemplation. I am, every day, but sharing it takes time and equipment that I find hard to fall under my hand.

So, what I will share with you this Monday morning is a prayer I say every day for our priest. I put it on green paper (he is Irish) and laminated it as a bookmark so everyone in our parish and those outside wanting copies can use it to pray for him. Our prayer group and SFO have used it, as well. It is a great prayer, written by Fr. Mychal, the chaplain for the NY Police Department who perished in the collapse of the World Trade Center 9/11/2001.

Please pray it with us when and if you get a chance!

Jesus Christ, Lamb of God, falsely and maliciously accused by the mob, have mercy on us.

Jesus Christ, Lamb of God, handed over to death by cowardly authority, have mercy on us.

Jesus Christ, Sun of Justice, vindicated by your Resurrection, grant us justice.

Father of Truth, send the light of your Holy Spirit into the darkness of every false accusation and unjust condemnation.

Give strength to the innocent to stand firmly in truth, as you gave to Jesus, in the face of torture and death.

Give courage to church and civil authorities to grant justice and due process to the innocent, in the face of the mob.

Father of Mercy, deliver your innocent ones from evil; grant them speedy justice and vindication, in the name of Jesus Christ, our Victim and Savior.

Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on all innocent victims: the abused and the falsely accused.

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #1 - The Black Angels

Why I Decree it to Be So:

As soon as I heard Phosphene Dream, I knew The Black Angels had claimed the number one record. True, it was probably fated to be my favorite record of the year, given how much I adore The Black Angels. But not even I could have predicted just how much I would love Phosphene Dream. It is record number three for my favorite time-traveling lovers of all things psych and holy, and it might just be my favorite. Right away, the disarmingly delicious drone draws you in in the form of "Bad Vibrations." Shit starts to get crazy around three minutes and twenty seconds in, when Alex Maas yelps and the guitars explode into an assault of pure noisy ecstasy. On "Yellow Elevator #2" the band officially blew my mind, not only with the super sexy bassline but the breathtaking harmonizing and the daze tha ensues as the song reaches its ending. It's brilliant. And what follows this little piece of spiritual awareness? Only what could be called a pop song (well, as pop as The Black Angels are likely to get). "Sunday Afternoon" is fast and catchy and calls to mind images of go-go dancers in Nancy Sinatra-approved boots shaking and whirling in their mod minis. Title track "Phosphene Dream" will probably blow out your speakers if you listen to it loud enough, but with all that heavy, heavy soul going on, odds are you won't mind. The band pulls another pop song out of the hat in the undeniable "Telephone," with that great organ sound wrapped in that mess of delightful noise. Phosphene Dream says goodnight with the magnetic, masterful "The Sniper," all molasses-thick and impossible to ignore. Oh, but before it ends it gets faster. And harder to ignore. This is The Black Angels at their absolute finest. They prove once again that they will out-drone, out-loud, and out-psych anyone and everyone. End of story.

mp3: Bad Vibrations (The Black Angels from Phosphene Dream)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #2 - Lower Dens

Why I Decree it to Be So:

I'll tell you a little something, you foxy foxes, Lower Dens really knows how to put the charm in Charm City. Twin-Hand Movement is a masterpiece, pure and simple. And as a side note, it also makes for some pretty fine mood music. I suppose that's neither here nor there, but believe you me, 'tis true. To me, Lower Dens made one of 2010's most beautiful, most atmospheric, and most incandescent records. There's stuff going on here that is incomprehensible in its loveliness. The seductive, hazy lo-fi tones of "Tea Lights," for example, or the heart-stopping, slow-motion trap that is the impeccable "I Get Nervous." Perhaps you'll be snagged by "Rosie," which begins ever so slowly and gently, whispering coyly in your ear before, a minute or so later, it expands and rushes into a jumble of lushness. It's nigh on impossible not to hear "Truss Me," a song scented with the perfume of a velvet midnight in the pulsating, sweet height of summer, and not want to kiss someone. Even now, oh so many listens in, this album knocks me out. If you don't own this record yet, don't let yourself go another day without it. It really is that good.

mp3: Blue & Silver (Lower Dens from Twin-Hand Movement)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #3 - Weekend

Why I Decree it to Be So:

The manner in which I fell in love with the Weekend album Sports was rather unusual. For the first few listens, I only listened to "Coma Summer." Then, I only listened to "Youth Haunts." And then, only "Monday Morning." Every few days it was a different song. And every few days, I fell deeper down the Weekend rabbit hole. Sports is an almost unfathomably wonderful record, my little warm fuzzies. There is a richness to it, a warmth, this despite the cutting precision and decimating distortion that courses through its veins. My first love, "Coma Summer," is an epic mess of the aforementioned distortion, along with muddy vocals and an unrelenting exuberance. Contrast that with "Youth Haunts," a haunting echo of a song very much akin to those LET favorite sons A Place To Bury Strangers with a cruel crackle and raging bull aggression. A few songs later, along comes "Age Class," building a wall of hypnotic, monotonous drum beat with a whole lot of increasingly loud, ferocious guitar riffs. And "End Times," well, that might be my most favorite of a record of favorites. There's a hint of the pop meets post punk of early Joy Division to it, and it practically bounces off the walls. The way Weekend constructed these songs is nothing short of magical. Sports is magnificent I tell you. Simply magnificent.

mp3: Coma Summer (Weekend from Sports)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #4 - The Love Language

Why I Decree it to Be So:

My oh my, how I do so love love love The Love Language. I adored their self-titled debut and was convinced they couldn't possibly get any better. But lo and behold, along came Libraries. And somehow, wouldn't you know it, The Love Language bested themselves. They lost a little of the lo-fi crackle between then and now, but each song on Libraries has that same lazy summer haze feel to it. Album opener "Pedals" explodes from a sultry slow burn into a starburst of sound behind the prettily plaintive vocals of ringleader Stuart McLamb. "Brittany's Back" brings the Carolina backyard dance party vibe like nobody's business. "Summer Dust" and "Anthrophobia" were made for slow dancin' and "Heart To Tell" just screams dancefloor frolics. Libraries also boasts one of the best lines of the year: "I'm no sailor/I want to rock the boat" (from "Heart To Tell"). Classic. McLamb's wonderful lyrics abound, proving once more than he has a knack for the forlorn and the lovesick. Just call him the patron saint of the lovelorn. Libraries is utterly, totally swoon-worthy.

mp3: Heart To Tell (The Love Language from Libraries)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #5 - Beach House

Why I Decree it to Be So:

Right from the get-go, Teen Dream is gorgeous. “Zebra” opens the record in magnificent fashion, dreamy and transcendent, probably the most glorious song ever written in homage to one of nature’s most unique creatures. Not only do I love this song, but I love Beach House for writing a song inspired by those brilliant stripes. “Silver Soul” is languidly seductive, with that warm, glowing guitar and gentle, steady beats. It’s a song to which a boy should catch the gaze of his beloved from across the room at a house party, in slow-motion, of course. Totally, incomprehensibly, spectacularly hypnotic. I just love the layers, the beautiful, decadent sonic layers that comprise each and every song on this record. It comes at you from all angles, wrapping around you in a heavenly swirl, creating an utterly disarming and magical effect. Listening to Teen Dream is somewhat akin to listening to musical interpretations of the best days of your life captured on record by people you’ve never met, yet who hit the nail on the head with exquisite accuracy. “Walk In The Park”, for example, took my breath away the first time I heard it. It’s stunning, simple as. And “Used To Be”? It’s just about alive with a glittering, gossamer glory. Is this a record wherein life is but a dream, and everything comes up roses all day every day? Of course not. But the music, o the music. It sure could fool you into thinking we do indeed live in a perfect world. I hereby testify that this record is a little slice of heaven, believe you me. Teen Dream is a thing of beauty, my friends. But then, you probably already knew that. I might be a little slow on the draw, but I am here today to sing the praises of Beach House from sea to shining sea. If you, like me, were a little behind the times when it comes to Beach House, do not despair. The mere acquisition of Teen Dream will make it all ok. (SEE MORE)

mp3: Norway (Beach House from Teen Dream)

Live Review: Pujol @ Comet Ping Pong, 2/4/2011

It was, for all intents and purposes, the week that wouldn't die, perhaps because I was so super stoked to see Pujol once again at Comet Ping Pong (touring with Monotonix). Once I arrived at the pizza/rock joint, I was amazed/pleased/impressed to see the concert room bursting at the seams. It was so packed that people were actually being turned away at the door, something I haven't seen at any venue around DC in quite a while. I could hardly see the stage for the heaving mass of people, but that was quite alright. I didn't need to see Pujol to get blown away once again.

With one of his band sporting a Bob Dylan circa Nashville Skyline hat, the band was ready to begin. "Fuckin' own that shit!" someone slurred drunkenly behind me, and own that shit they did. "We're all from Tennessee and we're gonna play some songs for you," Daniel Pujol proclaimed before the band ripped into their fantastic set. As I expected, based on my last live Pujol experience, the band was rougher and more raw live, though the poppy undertones remain amongst all that rowdy rock and rolling. The band was loud, raucous, and fearless. "We're gonna slow it down and be serious, Daniel said in his intro to "Butterflyknife," garnering loud cheers with the cool, easygoing slowdown with just a hint of bombast it presented among all the sweaty shimmying.

The set was over way, way too fast for my liking. But what a set it was. If you're in need of some sweet little rock and rollers, you can't do much better than the catchy as all hell song stylings of Pujol.

mp3: Too Safe (Pujol from Black Rabbit)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #6 - Beach Fossils

Why I Decree it to Be So:

Beach Fossils has a lo-fi feel to the production, reminding me a little of those great albums that came out of New Zealand and the UK in the early 80s. In fact, Beach Fossils at times remind me just a touch of The Clean, seminal Kiwi indie popsters. At times there’s a whole lotta Flying Nun coursing through this record. The guitar on opening track “Sometimes” is drenched in retro, slightly reminiscent of a less brutal Beat Happening, and sets the stage for just how impossible it’ll be to resist the onslaught of shimmery, twinkling noise to come. “I don’t know just what I feel but I feel it all tonight,” goes second track “Youth”, a wonderfully sweet little song with a kicky bassline and drum-machine taut drums. “Twelve Roses” is glorious, jangly and washed in gentle fuzz. Consider it a favorite. Same goes for the song right after it, the equally killer “Daydream”. There’s something so optimistic about this music, it puts me in a good mood no matter what. And the guitar gets me every single damn time. I absolutely, positively, unequivocally love this record. It’s almost too good to be true. From start to finish, it’s divine. (SEE MORE)

mp3: Twelve Roses (Beach Fossils from Beach Fossils)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #7 - Crocodiles

Why I Decree it to Be So:

Crocodiles run rampant all over the Nile. A different kind of Crocodiles runs rampant all over my affections. Odds are they don't bite quite as hard as their toothy namesakes, but on Sleep Forever the band showcases a beautifully biting sonic crocodile smile. To me, they occupy an ethereal middleground between the retro-infused shoegaze shenanigans of those rascally Raveonettes, the Jonestown-ian drone and the noisy walls of sound built so magnificently by LET faves A Place to Bury Strangers. Crocodiles calls to mind all of that and yet so much more. Listening to Sleep Forever was for me a near trance-inducing, transcendental experience each and every time. I'm not sure where this band has been all my life, but I sure am glad they're here now. This record, dear loves, is so good that I almost can't stand it.

mp3: Stoned To Death (Crocodiles from Sleep Forever)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #8 - Darker My Love

Why I Decree it to Be So:

When I last saw Darker My Love in the flesh up in Baltimore a few months back, their set was heavy with tunes from their fine, fine new record Alive As You Are. The songs struck me then as quite a departure from the swirling, dreamy nouveau psych concoctions I'd initially loved, and the record too steers this new, electric countryland course. But here's the thing about Darker My Love that y'all need to know. Be it the "Rubber Soul" meets Laurel Canyon meets Syd Barrett meets twang with pistols at dawn vibe of Alive As You Are or the heady retro rush of their older records, the end result is ultimately the same: A collection of absolutely killer songs played by a group of incredibly gifted musicians. Alive As You Are gets better with each and every listen, and it was pretty fucking fantastic to begin with.

mp3: Dear Author (Darker My Love from Alive As You Are)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #9 - Archie Bronson Outfit

Why I Decree it to Be So:

The odds of being fatally wounded by a falling coconut are about 1 in 250 million. In comparison, the odds that you’ll fall madly in love with the third Archie Bronson Outfit record, Coconut, are substantially higher. I first fell in love with ABO back in 2004, upon the release of their debut Fur. It was a dark, heady, big bastard of a bluesy rock record, the kind of album that’s drenched in boozy sweat and reeking of ciggies and mornings after. In short, it was fucking brilliant, and I was in fucking love. Derdang Derdang, the second Archie Bronson Outfit record, left some of the filthy blues behind it, relying more on sheer size and scope and noise to see it through. It was sharp and severe, and it was another fine, fine record. Sure, we all expect fine things from bands signed to Domino, but even so, it was a fantastic record. And then, to my chagrin, the boys seemed to vanish. For years there was not a peep, and I feared the worst (i.e. a breakup). Happily, though, this wasn’t the case. And I’ll tell you what, my lovelies, the wait for Coconut was well worth it. Right from the start, this record blew my mind. Once again, ABO turned their sound on its arse, and oh my heavens it’s amazing. “Magnetic Warrior” is choc-full of sordidly tribal drumming, charmingly muddy vocals, and a whole lot of noise. Oh, and it’s frighteningly loud (and sounds best played at deafening volume). Upon hearing it I knew in an instant that I was in for a treat. And it gets better, friends. Single “Shark’s Tooth” is painfully good. The chilling, razor’s edge of the guitar, the maddening noisy swirl, the overwhelming feel of fucked-up love that’s come to be so familiar in Archie Bronson songs…it’s nigh on breathtaking. They don’t let up, because next comes “Hoola,” a groovy little song with a more than slightly bawdy bassline that makes me want to do all sorts of bad things. But wait, you say, that’s typical Megan. Well, friends, what can I say, the ABO just brings out the extra saucy in me. (SEE MORE)

mp3: Shark's Tooth (Archie Bronson Outfit from Coconut)

So Long, And Thanks for all the Beats!

Well, children, following The White Stripes' lead, Meg and i have decided to part ways, the main difference being the lack of a low grade sex tape (at least, so far as i know). While Meg will continue to do her thing here at LET, i've opted to start a new site of my very own, Odd Bloggings. i've certainly had a blast regaling you with the latest in yesterday's dick and fart jokes. If you've had half as much fun as i have, well, i've had twice as much fun as you.

If you're missing your Free Music Fridays, Beat Meets, Nigerian speed rap and DJ tracks that skirt legality by heavily sampling kids' movies, well, swing on by. The water's fine, and all i ask is you leave your pants at the door when you come into the party.

mp3: Odd Bodkins (Acoustic Version) (James Thompson from the now defunct TOA Message Boards; good times, good times)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #10 - LCD Soundsystem

Why I Decree it to Be So:

Thank goodness for James Murphy and the many seasons of his discontent. Were it not for his multitudinous complaints about life in the scene, my music collection (and probably yours, too) would definitely be missing a certain something. You might give me the stink eye here, but in my humble opinion This Is Happening is the best LCD Soundsystem album to date. It’s got everything you could want and expect from Mr. Murphy, and then some. It’s pretty much the best dance music for the disaffected you could ask for. If loving this here record is wrong, well I don’t wanna be right. It’s a damn fine dance album, and without question has some of the best lyrics you’ll hear all year. It’s funny and sad and way more poignant than you’ll want to admit. And I love it. (SEE MORE)

mp3: Drunk Girls (LCD Soundsystem from This Is Happening)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #11 - Phosphorescent

Why I Decree it to Be So:

Sometimes, sweet friends, I get a hankering for a good old, tumbling dice, jingle jangle morning kinda record. Something awash with the carefree attitude of a time more innocent and much less frantic than that in which we live today. Something full of deliciously rollicking rhythms, sweetly whispered love songs, and the sound of many instruments melding together to form sonic divinity. As it happens, these days I don't have to put the needle down on Skynyrd or The Band or Leon Russell to get that feeling. Phosphorescent (Brooklyn via Alabama's Matthew Houck with the help of some amigos) creates the warm glow of days gone by on Here's To Taking It Easy with an easy abandon. The album is full of big, beautiful songs bringing together pieces of the aforementioned with a hint of that doomed brilliance of Gram Parsons (minus the doomed thing) for a truly timeless sound. For example, "We'll Be Here Soon" offers up a syrup slow sway, Houck's voice rich and commanding against the tender tones of the glorious instrumentation. "I don't care if you like me," he proclaims in the splendid "I Don't Care if There's Cursing," but maybe that's because he knew all along that it would be impossible not to love this record. Song after song is a triumph, a golden shimmering triumph. A must-have record.

mp3: It's Hard To Be Humble (When You're From Alabama) (Phosphorescent from Here's To Taking It Easy)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #12 - Eternal Summers

Why I Decree it to Be So:

Roanoke, O Roanoke. Something wonderful goes on down there, y'all, I kid you not. Eternal Summers is the latest head to sprout from the mythical being that is the Magic Twig Community, and this record of theirs, Silver, is quite a grand old time. The pairing of Nicole Yun on guitar and vocal duties and Daniel Cundiff on drummery and the odd vocal outing hither and thither proves a charmingly perfect fit. Their take on surf meets shoegaze meets twee is heavenly. Yun's voice is breathy and adorable, and the record's lo-fi production is just fuzzy enough. Just try to resist them after hearing the languid lullaby and heavenly harmonies of "Eternal," or the playful sass of "I'll Die Young for Rock n Roll," or the kaleidoscopic, magical frolic that is "Silver." You might as well just go ahead and give up now. Throw up your hands, throw on Silver, and send me a thank you note at your convenience.

mp3: Pogo (Eternal Summers from Silver)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #13 - Die! Die! Die!

Why I Decree it to Be So:

Those of you who have been around the old LET block a few times are familiar with my love for the New Zealand trio Die! Die! Die!. For years now their visceral, cutting angularity and savage brand of brash art punk have been firm favorites of mine, so it's only natural that I greeted the arrival of their latest record, FORM, almost like a national holiday. On the surface, perhaps, the record is slightly less seething with aggressive vitriol than its' predecessors. But after a few spins round the turntable (or, in my case, incessant listening, because I just couldn't stop myself), the old familiar menacing attitude is there in all its' angsty glory. "We Built Our Own Oppressors" is raucousness personified, choked with vicious guitar, unrelenting basslines, and ridiculously tenacious drums. My favorite track, "Pacquin," has possibly my favorite guitar play of the entire year, a fiery slide into darkness so very beautiful. Alternating between favored themes of social commentaries and personal disappointments, FORM is one hell of a record. It shows a continued maturation in the band's sound, without losing that unhinged, hellraiser feel which first drew me in.

mp3: We Built Our Own Oppressors (Die! Die! Die! from FORM) (via Einstein Music Journal)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #14 - Violens

Why I Decree it to Be So:

A couple years back, I saw MGMT play down at The National in Richmond. They brought with them another New York band, a band that totally blew my mind more than did the headliner. That band, o lovelies, was Violens. Happily, in the many months that have elapsed since that show, they've been busy little bees. This here record of theirs, Amoral, is positively dynamic. The band produces a well-groomed, glossy yet gritty 80s synth pop incarnate sound that is immaculate and insanely awesome. On Amoral you'll hear big beats bouncing alongside heavenly smooth vocals and lascivious basslines on songs like "Acid Reign" and "Full Collision," whereas "Violent Sensation Descends" pairs a jarring intro with some early 60s-esque harmonizing and an overwhelming air of uncompromising infectiousness. You really might want to add Amoral to your record collection, and sharpish.

mp3: Violent Sensation Descends (Violens from Amoral)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #15 - Interpol

Why I Decree it to Be So:

I had concerns about this one initially, y'all. Here was Interpol 2.0, and I was a little dubious about whether that old sinister magic would rear its marvellously menacing head on Interpol. Obviously, I was just being silly. Interpol the record is yet another fine effort by Interpol the band, full of that old familiar dreamy darkness and the slick sharpness that hallmarks the Interpol sound. For me, it's always been about that voice, the magnetic, commanding tones of Paul Banks. On Interpol, his honeyed slink is at its' seductive, Christopher Lee vampire-eyes mesmeric best, and the aural assault of each multi-faceted song is as battering as you could hope for. "Lights" is a standout, on par with the best of Interpol's best, all biting guitar and sexy swells of noise. I'm not sure they'll ever match the electric brilliance of Turn On The Bright Lights, but with Interpol they hit upon something wonderful in its own right.

mp3: Lights (Interpol from Interpol)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #16 - Woven Bones

Why I Decree it to Be So:

Who the bloody hell does this here band think they are? Who asked them to make one of the best records of the year? How is it that they could come out of nowhere and rock my world so very much? I’ll tell you what, these saucy little Austinites have made a killer, killer record, my friends, and it seriously has my knickers in a twist. 9 songs is all it takes Woven Bones to wrap me around their collective little finger. In and Out and Back Again is delicious from start to finish. And a little perplexing, too. You see, the first time I listened to it, I wasn’t sure when the hell this record had been made. It reminded me more than a little of bands like The Dream Syndicate and The Nectarine No. 9, both bands tangled up in muddy, magnificent fuzz with a rather aggressive attitude resonating through their music (the peak music being made in the late 70s-early 80s). So too with Woven Bones, who while relative neophytes in that pseudo post-punk meets shoegaze meets the garage playground, certainly don’t act like new arrivals. Hot damn, In and Out and Back Again has swagger. It’s all over the place, wrapped around the distortion, giving extra bite to the slightly monotone sneer of the vocals. Basically, little darlings, this record is without a doubt one of the best I’ve heard, or am likely to hear, this year. It totally blew me away, and if you give it a chance it might just do the same to you. I’m converted to the ways of Woven Bones, I’ve seen the light, and there’s no goin’ back. (SEE MORE)

mp3: Your Way With My Life (Woven Bones from In and Out and Back Again)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #17 - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Why I Decree it to Be So:

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club and I go back quite a long way. I’ve been a fangirl since the early days, swooning initially over their deliciously droning nouveau gaze and then embracing each subsequent incarnation with open arms (I’m particularly fond of the Howl era, as well). As far as I’m concerned, BRMC has been one of the most consistently great bands of the past decade, and with newest release Beat The Devil’s Tattoo they prove they’ve still got it. I’ll admit, I’m probably predisposed to love any record they release, but I’m pretty sure you’ll find that this album is worth all the gushing I’m about to do. Beat The Devil’s Tattoo makes me a one heck of a happy gal, because it’s a return to both the sensational southern-fried, gospel-tinged honey blues that were so prevalent on the glorious Howl record, and the black-clad distortion and drone of their debut. The whole record absolutely crackles with electricity, and it’s charged with this energy that not many bands can match. Even though I expected to adore Beat The Devil’s Tattoo, I was a little taken aback at just how much I ended up loving it. If you’ve not yet fallen in love with BRMC, this album might just do the trick. They’ve got their mojo workin’, and it sure is workin’ on me. (SEE MORE)

mp3: Beat The Devil's Tattoo (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club from Beat The Devil’s Tattoo)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #18b - Pomegranates

Why I Decree it to Be So:

I already really, really liked me some Pomegranates, y'all. Heck, they might already have been my favorite Ohioans. But then they went and made One of Us, and damned if this record didn't blow my mind, rock my boat, and shiver my timbers. My smit was instantaneous, with title track "One of Us"'s sophisticated swirl and undeniable shimmy thawing my cold black heart. It sounds to me like what might happen if Sound Team and The Spinto Band got drunk while listening to the Jesus & Mary Chain, which basically means lotsa fearless fuzz and poppy cuteness. The divine "50s" is deliriously, dizzyingly addictive, madcap quick and irrepressible with a very John Hughes-ian sweetness to it. But really, there's not a song here that isn't sensational. Talk about putting the Oh (hell yes/shit fire/holy hell/mercy/sweet Jesus) in Ohio.

mp3: 50s (Pomegranates from One of Us)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #18a - Thee Oh Sees

Why I Decree it to Be So:

As soon as I started listening to Warm Slime for the first time, I felt an overwhelming urge to pull an Easy Rider; hop onto a hog and drive into the desert for some crazy days and crazy nights (minus the whole redneck issue, of course). With Warm Slime, Thee Oh Sees concoct a bewitching bevy of songs that are pretty far fucking out in their intensity and intricacy of composition. Their nouveau psychedelic lusciousness knows no bounds, and it's so very big and beautiful and beatific. Whether it's 14 minutes mindfucks like title track "Warm Slime" or the catchy as all hell dancefloor ditty (and perpetual repeated track around my house) "I Was Denied," Warm Slime is one heck of a trip.

mp3: I Was Denied (Thee Oh Sees from Warm Slime)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #19 - White Fence

Why I Decree it to Be So:

I must admit, I was a little predisposed to like White Fence’s new record before I even heard it. After all, the man behind the White Fence is a familiar face around these parts: Tim Presley of LET favorites Darker My Love. On first listen, you might ask yourself which long-lost gem of a 1968 record you might have stumbled upon. But no sir. No ma’am. It’s just the good works of Tim Presley. Tim’s definitely been listening to his Syd Barrett records, and has managed to create a really great sound here, evocative not only of Syd’s solo work but with glimpses of Pavement, The Fall (particularly on “Baxter Corner”), and overtones of obscure 60s bands that very few people are fortunate enough to know about. The album is more than a little lo-fi, crackly and muddy and sounding a lot like a basement or bedroom recording. And I’ve got to say that in this case, that’s a wonderful thing. It’s very atmospheric, very exposed, and very, very good. You production snobs might not agree, so if you’re looking for super slick look elsewhere. In the meantime, the rest of us will enjoy the beauty that a little roughness around the edges can provide. Listening to this record, and it’s not a short one, you feel like the whole thing is done before it’s barely begun. And at that point, you’ll just wanna keep listening. And listening. And listening. (SEE MORE)

mp3: The Love Between (White Fence from the White Fence) (via Rollo & Grady)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #20 - Common Prayer

Why I Decree it to Be So:

The first time I listened to Common Prayer’s There Is A Mountain, I was driving home from an afternoon spent in Tappahannock, a lovely little hamlet on the banks of the Rappahannock River in Eastern Virginia. The sun was starting its slow descent into the countryside, and the car was covered by a blanket of tall trees along the roadways, peachy sunlight poking through and creating long shadows along the pavement. It was, without question, the perfect accompaniment for the first haunting taste of Common Prayer. Common Prayer is the brainchild of LET friend and favorite Jason Russo, pied piper of superior Brooklyn band Hopewell. Taking a break from his Hopewellian duties, Russo decided to pick up stakes and decamp in the United Kingdom for a spell and work his magic in the countryside. To make a potentially long story short(er), may I just say that There Is A Mountain is glorious, darling, magical, and almost as much fun as a barrel of monkeys. As much as I adore Hopewell, Common Prayer is quite a breath of fresh air. Don’t be surprised to see this here album perched on the Best of 2010 list, not just here, but all over the place. (SEE MORE)

mp3: Us vs Them (Common Prayer from There Is A Mountain)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #21 - Patrick Park

Why I Decree it to Be So:

I first accidentally discovered troubadour Patrick Park many a long year ago, playing at Iota in Arlington, Virginia with another band I’ve long since forgotten. Something about his voice, so very pure and clear and somewhat rustic, struck a chord with me, and still does. Now, years later, Patrick has released another record, the fantastic effort Come What Will. And friends, it’s mighty, mighty fine. From the very start I loved Come What Will. The Neil Young-ian sound (it’s very much in the vein of “Out On The Weekend”) to the guitar on opening track “You’ll Get Over” compliments Park’s tinkling timbre to perfection. There’s an honesty to it, and to the entire record, that you don’t come across all that much. “You don’t listen much,” Park laments, “to what goes on inside,” as he laments a love lost. And yes, I do very much love that little harmonica break towards the end of the song. Bonus points for sure. Amiable and frank, Park has a gift for crafting a down-home, spare sound that will utterly capture your heart. Though the album is perfectly produced, there’s a casual geniality to each and every song, as though the album, and Park, are holding out open arms, ready to envelop you in a heartfelt embrace. Come What Will is such a welcoming record, and feels instantly familiar and comfortable. (SEE MORE)

mp3: You'll Get Over (Patrick Park from Come What Will) (via songs:illinois)

7 Quick Takes #53

See more 7 Quick Takes Contributions at Jennifer Fulwiler's Conversion Diary.

What a strange week this has been! To begin with, it had eight days, including two Thursdays, and I had three days of birthdays! It all had to do with crossing the International Date Line. It has also been a traumatic week, beginning with the accusation of our parish priest of sexual misconduct, so I will start with that and move on to the rest of the craziness this week.

1. I posted the story of our parish priest here: Help! Please, Help! Since that posting, I have been able to communicate with our priest, who has been removed from the parish twice, once by phone and once by internet. I am proud of my parish; not one person is willing to believe this seemingly bogus claim. Another priest called the family "scum." I have never heard a priest, let alone this kindly priest, ever say such a thing about anyone. The name has not been divulged, but I have found out that the accuser is someone with a criminal record. Fortunately, our priest has the best law firm in town; a friend of mine is a partner in the firm, and I was able to find out that the lawyer assigned to our priest is the best of the best. Unfortunately, the diocese has been irresponsible in how it has treated the situation, not explaining terminology and misleading parishioners about the situation, letting them think that our priest has been found guilty when the investigation is actually just beginning. I am grateful to Fr. Gordon McRae and These Stone Walls for important information to help understand this situation. (If anyone doubts that priests are falsely accused, please take a look at this website: www.thesestonewalls.com.) As word has spread about what is really happening, it turns out that the diocese is trying to be even-handed. The parishioners attacked the press for biased reporting, and now the press is being more even-handed as well. Not one parishioner has spoken out against our priest, and a great many have spoken up in support. There is hope.

I found a wonderful prayer I shared with our priest and that I am now laminating to pass out to parishioners and other supporters. I would ask those of you who might feel moved to do so to pray it as well. You will have an entire town of grateful people.

They cried out, "Crucify him! Crucify him!"
Pilate said to them, "I find no guilt in him.
Take him yourselves and crucify him." (John 19)

Jesus Christ, Lamb of God, falsely and maliciously accused by the mob,
have mercy on us.

Jesus Christ, Lamb of God, handed over to death by cowardly authority, have mercy on us.

Jesus Christ, Sun of Justice, vindicated by your Resurrection, grant us justice.

Father of Truth, send the light of your Holy Spirit into the darkness of every false accusation and unjust condemnation.

Give strength to the innocent to stand firmly in truth, as you gave to Jesus, in the face of torture and death.

Give courage to church and civil authorities to grant justice and due process to the innocent, in the face of the mob.
Father of Mercy, deliver your innocent ones from evil; grant them speedy justice and vindication, in the name of Jesus Christ, our Victim and Savior.

Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on all
innocent victims: the abused and the falsely accused.

This prayer was composed by Fr. Mychal Judge, OFM, police department chaplain who died at the WTC 9/11. He fought for the vigorous defense of a falsely accused priest in 1988-89. The priest was acquitted when it was shown he'd been framed and the evidence fabricated.

2. This has been a week of personal drama, as well. We thought we had signed all the paperwork and were on the way to purchasing a house when the bank reneged, wanting us to pay VA-required repairs upfront, but they would not guarantee that after we had done so that they would, for sure, sell the house to us. Over the weekend, we were bullied by the real estate agent (who represents the bank) to agree to paying for the repairs, but since we would be repairing someone else's property, I insisted on certain conditions, to which the bank would not agree. On Monday, the bank put the property back on the market but wanted to keep our good-faith money. We turned to a lawyer (should have done that from the beginning). All of a sudden, within hours, actually, the bank agreed to pay for the repairs, as well as agreed to all our conditions. When I returned from Korea on Thursday, I signed all the paperwork for the closing. Officially, we are supposed to close on Feb 28, but the lawyer believes that there should be no more glitches. I suspect he is right because he is watching!

3. Monday through Thursday, I was in Korea for the third time in the past year. I went there to do a program review. The poor acting site director was so nervous that he was sick -- went home right after we finished. He did an excellent job, and our programs there are clearly in good shape. I realized afterward why he had been so nervous. The previous director had been essentially incompetent and was relieved of duty, which is what brought him to an acting position. While the director's supervisor had worked for months with the director and our human resources officer to get the director to perform responsibility, the director never seemed wiling to make any attempt to do so. So, of course, she failed the program review and was fired. The acting director knew nothing about the inside story. All he knew was that I came for the program review in October, determined that the program was in bad shape, fired the director on the spot, and the director was not seen again. Thinking about that, I understood his panic!

4. February 16 is my birthday. I returned to my hotel after work on the 16th and found that the business manager had left me a birthday cake and gift (spa treatment at a highly reduced fee -- which I did not use, since being a farm girl, my idea of relaxation is chopping wood). Since Donnie had not so much as sent a birthday hello, I wrote on Face Book that I was considering divorcing Donnie and marring the Marriott. He responded with the comment that it was only Feb 15 in the States! Oops!

5. The next day, Feb 16 in the States and Feb 17 in Korea, I got my birthday wishes from Donnie -- and all my American friends. Yippee!! Two days of birthday this year! That was pretty extraordinary because usually I miss my birthday, typically being up in the air (literally).

6. I left Korea Feb 17 at 7 p.m. (Feb 16 States, i.e. my birthday) and had a special trip back -- upgraded to business class. I slept soundly in a seat that folded out flat. I missed the midnight snack and breakfast. No one could wake me up. (My kids used to complain about that; when they were sick at night, they would have to ask Donnie for help.) I arrived February 17 at noon, ready to relive the afternoon (strange feeling). So, Feb 17 at 7 p.m. I was sleeping on a plane and I was teaching catechism at Old Mission, a time warp that was hard to reconcile in my mind. At midnight, however, the time zones came together, and I had only one Feb 18.

7. Got back to work today just in time for a birthday party thrown by my staff! Cool! Three birthdays this year! Fortunately, I did not age three years in three days!

Wishing you all a great holiday weekend!

LET EXCLUSIVE Mix by oddlogic

In the first of what i hope to be many such posts, i couldn't be prouder to present our very first EXCLUSIVE beat mix!!! From none other than a name you're sure to hear a lot more of in the near future, oddlogic. And not only did the mad genius grace us with the mix, he also took the time to answer a few questions so we all could get to know him a bit better.

1. Name, rank and serial number?

My real name is Alex Gohorel. I'm a producer/songwriter/DJ based in Brooklyn, NY. I also play guitar and sing in a folktronica group called Half Rational Animal.

2. What toys (equipment, programs, etc.) do you use to make your music?

I mostly use FL studio 7 and a bunch of free plug-ins. But lately, I've been getting into using random recordings around my apartment for sound sources, and I occasionally record piano or guitar. Also, I sometimes use the effects in Traktor Pro to further tweak and destroy sounds.

3. While we're discussing your particular brand of music, into what obscure sub-genre of beat music would you classify yours?

I've been talking to my roommate and fellow producer WIE (soundlcoud.com/w-i-e) about this question lately. It's becoming increasingly difficult to describe a lot of the work producers in the so-called "beat scene" are making, because the formula for what was hip hop has gone out the window. There are now so many derivations of derivations that the rules are starting to wear thin, and people are starting to come up with really original stuff. The result? More genre typifications than anyone can possibly keep track of. How does this relate to the question? We've come up with a new genre name to describe our beats: Sub-Hop. It's low end heavy, very syncopated, usually down-tempo (or half timed at a higher tempo), and often lo-fi or otherwise distorted and mangled to bits. Salt and pepper to taste.

4. Who are your heroes/influencers right now?

Some of my biggest musical inspirations include (in chronological order) Elton John, Refused, Bright Eyes, Converge, NIN, Between the Buried and Me, El-P, Nathan Fake, Jon Hopkins. Pretty disparate. However, as of late, I've been really inspired by a lot of the producers I've been finding on Soundcloud. Producers like Rumle, Zack Christ, Danaet, Muramic, Soosh, and Antitune. (Dear reader: search for these guys on Soundcloud!)

5. What CDs are you listening to these days?

Album-wise, I've been listening to Eskmo's self titled debut on Ninja Tune, Lorn's debut LP for Brainfeeder, Luke Abbott's Holkham Drones, and a bit of this James Blake album everyone's raving about. Also, I can't seem to get over Moderat's album. That shit is remarkable.

6. What's the one album that every beat head should own?

Damn, this is a tricky one. I'm not gonna say Dilla (sorry, guys!) because everyone already knows about Dilla, and that would just be redundant. I'm gonna have to say Drift by Nosaj Thing 'cause that album really inspired me to branch out beyond the standard format samples + bass hip hop beats into making beats that are more about soundscapes and evolving timbres.

7. Other than yourself, of course, who's the best in the game right now?

If I have to pick just one person, I'm gonna have to say Zack Christ. This dude just makes the most wicked, alien sounding beats I've heard in a while. Definitely a big inspiration.

8. Is there anything you'd like to say to the parents of any ex's who didn't think you'd be doing anything with your life only to have you be featured on a random music blog?

Haha!

9. Anything we haven't asked?

Well, you haven't asked me about any releases, so here goes. I've got a few upcoming releases on my label (OUTLIER RECORDINGS)- a collab single with our Spanish artist, XTRNGR, called "To Grains," a single called "Shimmer/Smother" (which is some 130-140 half time spacey shit), and my first full-length called Systems, which has a lot more pianos, guitars, and field recordings than a lot of my previous work. Also, I recently made two remixes for Danaet (TALL PRAWN COLLECTIVE), and one will be featured on his upcoming EP on Gergaz. No release dates yet, but if you check our blog (sinusoidexe.blogspot.com), we'll post 'em when we know 'em.

mp3: LET Exclusive Mix by oddlogic

Tracklist:

1. oddlogic - intro redux

2. WAKE - Marsha Brady (oddlogic edit)

3. oddlogic - lines

4. oddlogic - musht

5. Ben Kruse - Waterfall (oddlogic remix)

6. Jared Mitchell - Nocturne (oddlogic remix)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #22b - Arcade Fire

Why I Decree it to Be So:

I was a little slow to initially jump on the ole Arcade Fire way back a few years ago, when they released the absolutely beauteous and amazing Funeral. I still don't quite know why I was so resistant. I've learned my lesson, thankfully. New record The Suburbs is, well, beauteous and amazing. There's a new wrinkle in Arcade Fire-land, though, and I'll go ahead and quote my friend Henry because I think he hit the nail on the head: "When did Arcade Fire decide to stop moping and just rock?" When, indeed. It was a good move on their part, the whole rocking thing, because it turns out they can successfully do more than just mope and get their gloom on. I can't even fathom how much I love "Ready To Start" with that dark, hypnotic rhythm and, yes, much rock. They also retained a little of their Springsteen love from Neon Bible, which I definitely approve of (see: "Modern Man"). I was blown away from start to finish of The Suburbs. Odds are, you pick this thing up (the few of you that don't own it already), and you'll be pretty dang blown away yourself.

mp3: Rococo (Arcade Fire from The Suburbs)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #22a - Local Natives

Why I Decree it to Be So:

I’m beginning to wish they all could be California bands. No, really. The latest conglomeration of Californios I’m currently salivating over is Local Natives. They’ve arisen from the hipster haven of Silver Lake (though technically hail from elsewhere) and shot me through with many Cupidian arrows of musical amour. Gorilla Manor, their new full length, is at this very minute making my heart go pitter-patter, and quite possibly might induce swooning at any moment. Gorilla Manor takes its name from the house the band once shared, and in which substantial portions of the record were written. A friend of mine once lived in a house dubbed The Rape Cave, in Richmond, but that’s neither here nor there, really. I’m not holding my breath for an album of the same name. Digressions aside, Gorilla Manor, the record, is choc full of loveliness in many forms. Gorilla Manor. A name definitely not giving anything away in terms of the depths of golden beauty to be found in the album’s twelve songs. But it’s a name you should definitely make yourself familiar with, if you haven’t already. And go ahead and just accept the fact that it’s one of the best records of the year. (SEE MORE)

mp3: Sun Hands (Local Natives from Gorilla Manor)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #23 - Friendo

Why I Decree it to Be So:

Me oh my, I sure do love me some Friendo. Cold Toads, this fantastic little record of theirs, came out of seemingly nowhere to take over my affection with an aggressive campaign of brutal, authoritative artsy punkish reckless rapscallionism with a counter attack of blissed out, outlandish dreaminess. It's fuzzy, it's loud, it can be a bit jarring, and it. Is. Fabulous. With ties to Women, the droll, slightly bored vocals and proclivity towards divine dissonance are to be expected (such as on the sublime, spy theme-esque "Oversees"), but warm guitar licks and all that fearsome fuzz makes Friendo their own very special animal. Winner winner chicken dinner.

mp3: Oversees (Friendo from Cold Toads)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #24 - Ceremony

Why I Decree it to Be So:

I’d like you to meet Ceremony. They’re from Fredericksburg, they’re nouveau gaze in its finest of fine fettle, and they’re going to do nothing short of fry your little brains. Rocket Fire is the sweat equity of two Fredericksburgers, Paul Baker and John Fedowitz. The noise these two make as Ceremony is both beautiful and terrifying, full of snarling ferocity as well as dazzling rays of sweetness and light. Rocket Fire could be straight outta 1981, but in the way that only the most modern and on-point music can be. It will quite possibly make you yen for My Bloody Valentine, but also make you hanker for Ceremony themselves. “Stars Fall”, the album opener, exhibits both elements of Ceremony, the sugary sweetness and the liquefying oblivion. Crunching, jagged guitar cuts through the fabulous fuzz and the kick of the drum machine, while honeyed vocals offer respite from the attack of the instrumentation. Even better things await the further you wade into the intense mess of sound that is Rocket Fire. “Breaking Up” is simply blistering, fierce layers of fuzz creating a blinding backdrop for lovelorn vocals. “Marianne” is another favorite, scorching guitar and still more fuzzery playing off the lovesickness of the lyrics. “You’re killing my soul, Marianne,” goes the lament, while the wall of noise undulates every which way. “Silhouette” has rapidly turned into quite possibly my favorite of favorites on Rocket Fire, darkly sinister as it is and with that fantastic rapid fire drum machine action. The heady, scathing swirl of the guitar and bass also add to the intense appeal of said song (and, to a greater extent, said record). And if you don’t make it a point to add this record to your collection, well, I fear there might not be any hope for you, ladies and gents. (SEE MORE)

mp3: Marianne (Ceremony from Rocket Fire) (ta, Tale of The Tape)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #25 - Thieving Irons

Why I Decree it to Be So:

Say you're in a really, really great band. But that really, really great band breaks up. What do you do? Well, friends, if you're Nate Martinez, you keep making really, really great music. And that's precisely what Martinez did post-Pela under the guise of Thieving Irons. This Midnight Hum, the first Thieving Irons LP, is one of the most honest records I've heard in quite a while, crackling with heartfelt emotion like you wouldn't believe. To me, it's a record in the vein of vintage Americana, as interpreted by Bruce Springsteen and John Mellencamp (when he rocked the Cougar in there, just so we're clear). The song composition is ace, intricate and lovely, and Martinez proves a more than able frontman, exhibiting a voice lacking in pretense, stripped of everything but tons of stories. Along with partner in crime Mike Brown and other friends, This Midnight Hum is an impressive collection of stories and beautiful moments in time. Ever so highly recommended.

mp3: Tow The Line (Thieving Irons from This Midnight Hum) (big ups to Rollo & Grady)

But Not Dick

i imagine by this point in time in the man's career, white whale jokes are superfluous at best, but if i have the chance for a cheap "dick" joke, by gum, i'm going to take it. Hell, any bald and bespectacled beat producer is A-OK in my book right off the bat, but, c'mon, guy...

That's right, Moby has a new CD/book combo entitled Destroyed set to drop May 17, 2011. To get the people juiced, he just put a three track EP, Be The One, that contains songs from Destroyed. Does that make it an EP or a sampler?

Truth be told, who cares, particularly in light of the fact that these three are beasts? According to the accompanying press release, the album "takes us behind the scenes on an international journey with Moby, introducing us to the strange and disconcerting life of touring that is often not exposed; the time spent isolated in anonymous, mundane spaces like hotel rooms, airports, and backstage waiting areas."

Of particular local interest, events will be held in select cities to debut music and exhibit prints from the affair. As luck would have it, the first one is May 9 at National Geographic. Entitled "Music on...Photography," it's part of the National Geographic Music Live multi-media series featuring renowned personalities in the music world as they share their view on the planet from behind the camera lens. i'm trying to get a press pass myself, so hopefully we'll be doing a bit more reporting on this one, as well.

With songs written in the wee hours of too late/too early, it looks like Moby is back with the perfect soundtrack for insomniacs.

mp3: Be The One (Moby from Be The One EP)

mp3: Victoria Lucas (Moby from Be The One EP)