Before we begin, I have some news about The Indie Sabbath.
This is going to be the last regular Indie Sabbath for a month or so. Last week, I mentioned that I would be leaving to help with the disaster in the south this coming monday. Assuming the world is still here by the end of the night, that is still the plan. For those of you who haven't read last week's Sabbath, let me catch you up. Starting Monday the 16th, I am going to be traveling to Missouri to help with the relief effort. This is going to be a physically draining experience as I will be working 6 days a week for extensive hours. As a result, The Indie Sabbath is going to be running on an intermittent schedule. The feature is also going to take a different course over the next month or two, becoming relevant to the work I am doing and raising awareness for the people whose lives have been damaged by this tragedy. What you can look forward to is the same, fresh and new Indie music- but the amount of music will not be as supple, and the consistency of it's schedule will not be as reliable. Don't fret too much- in a month or two The Indie Sabbath will be back on it's original schedule, bringing you the latest in the wonderful genre of indie rock. For the time being though, I hope you as fans can understand what I am doing- that helping people whose lives have been shattered- is more important than your weekly dose of Indie Music. If you are truly disgruntled by this, you can write on the wall HERE.
Raise your right hand in the air, put your left hand over your heart and repeat after me: "I love Indie Rock." If Indie Rock (particularly new Indie Rock) is something that truly tickles your pickle, then your boy Ronnie has a present for you that is delivered on a weekly basis. Every Saturday I am going to come forth with a mix of deliciously stimulating songs from the Indie Music gift basket that are sure to leave you peachier than the state of Georgia. In the spirit of the Rapture, here's a tune to go along with the end of it all. It's not new, but its still in my mind one of the most beautiful songs written in the past decade.
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Stream: "End Of The World Theme" by The Milk Maid… (Devotchka – 'How It Ends') while reading
Sometimes we need a break from the everyday grind- the worshipping of a job you hate, school you despise and systematic function our society has been dragged in to. Let this be that break. The Indie Sabbath is an hours worth of new and authentic Indie music, a gift from the friendly milk men here at the Earmilk factory that can help us get away from the repetitive cycle our lives have become. Now lets satisfy that fat little A.S.S. of yours (Audio Sensory System) with some earcandy that is so hot it'll melt your popsicle faster than those California Girls with the whip cream and undeniable charm.
I've spent the past week out in the pastures milking the cows of Indie Rock, jerking and tugging my way to some deliciously satisfying results. This week I was able to come away with 22 jugs of fresh milk, guaranteed to fill you up and leave you with a sensational feeling from ear to ear- just be sure to wipe off that milk mustache when you're done (don't wanna let anyone get the wrong impression).
Let's start sippin' on that milky goodness- Here's 14 fresh cups of it, white like Aladdin's Hammer Pants and fresher than a batch of cookies (Unless those cookies happen to be dipped in this creamy white elixer). Be sure to take a big swig off of the new Foster The People track "Waste," Niki & The Dove "The Fox," Bon Iver "Calgary" and Zachary Cale "Hello Oblivion."
When milk is close to expiring but not quite there yet, you can usually find it in one of two places: In the back of your fridge or the front of the shelf in the dairy section. Now you can find it in a third place- here, on The Indie Sabbath. This milk is still good to suck on, but on the verge of being too old and fed to the chickens. In this case that means out of my smart playlist and into my iTunes library to be lost among the masses. Luckily for you, I've taken the time to share a few cups from the latest gallon before it becomes disposed of. So take a sip, and enjoy some lactose from the back of the fridge that's only gotten better with time. Be sure to lap it up with Other Lives "Tamer Animals," Foster The People "Houdini" and Junior boys "Banana Ripple."
BACK OF THE FRIDGE:
Lets get real. Any farmer will tell you that some cows make better milk than others. It's science- Some chickens make better eggs, some people make better babies- some cows make better milk. Why waste time sorting through the different manatees of the land when you could have someone else do that for you?
THE LUX GALLONS:
You're welcome. Here's a list of the cattle that proved to be concoctors of the finest Milk Drank this week, starting with
Dangermouse & Daniele Luppi – Rome
Bosco Delrey – Everybody Wah
Tokimonsta – Creature Dreams – EP
Woods – Sun and Shade
Thurston Moore – Demolished Thoughts
Upon this day, I declare that Indie music is leaps and bounds more pure than anything else, and the Term "Indie" means not that a band isn't mainstream, but that a band has been able to hold on to its roots, even through fame and fortune. While the wonderful thumps and womps of electronic music gets me grooving, It will always be the Alternative Indie Rock that guides me to the homeland. And for that- I both thank it and applaud it- for it has brought me great pleasure in the past and will so in the future.
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