Internet Songs of the Week
It’s the tenth edition of ISOTW and it’s only a bloody extravaganza of new music
This is the kind of slow news week that makes us wish we could make up the news, to be honest.
Like, of course there were some good bits: James Franco has obviously written a book about Lana Del Rey, El-P revealed the first cut of Meow the Jewels and that guy out of Pavement that no one’s sure about said there might be a reunion on the new Late Show, for example, but everyone’s just running around festivals and having a nice summertime time, aren’t they?
And that’s not news. Selfish is what that is.
Anyway, what this week has been is a good for is new music unveiling itself on the internet. Shall we?
Fuzz – PollinateIn the Red Records
Pollinate is a new cut from Fuzz’s forthcoming somophore album, II, and it’s the type of thing that gets you biting your lip, pointing at the stereo and making a face that says ‘fuuuck yeah’. Heavy as hell and fuzzy as fuck, it’s garage rock with all the good stuff to go with it.
I can’t actually make out what our Ty is saying most of the time, but I’m going to pretend it’s something evil. That’ll do me, cheers.
Myrkur – Skøgen Skulle DøRelapse Records
Myrkur is the one-woman black metal project of Danish musician Amalie Bruun. Her upcoming debut on Relapse Records features an all-star cast of black metal mainstays including Ulver’s Kristoffer Rygg who has taken on production duties and Mayhem’s Teloch who has provided some of the album’s guitar work.
The first song to be released from the album is Skøgen Skulle Dø. It is symphonic, atmospheric black metal that combines a lo-fi buzz with operatic metal and traditional folk influences. Interest piqued.
Kurt Vile – Pretty Pimpin’Matador Records
When I first heard this song I was pissed. Like, totally pissed. The lyrics seemed corny, the gee-tars sounded cheesy, I couldn’t help doin’ a sarcastic little folk jig around the office. All was lost. My beloved Kurt was fixin’ to become a darned parody of his damned self. A parroting, shit-regurgitating, Americana machine.
There was no hope.
37 listens later and, heck, it’s really grown on me.
Chelsea Wolfe – Grey DaysSargent House
More doomy, gothic melodrama from the LA-based artist whose 2013 release Pain Is Beauty was one of the sleeper records of the year (check out the guttural knell of We Hit A Wall for proof if you don’t believe me. Jesus, why do you always get like this when you’ve had a few?).
Anyway, this latest glimpse of her fifth album proper, Abyss, which is out next month, blossoms from a grimly sparse opening into full-on, cathedral-collapsing majesty. Happy now? No, me neither.