Cocoa Sugar doesn’t bump in my whip. It doesn’t do much through my headphones either. Young Fathers’ new release is among my most highly anticipated albums of 2018. I don’t like it. The Scottish group downplays hip-hop elements on its third album in favor of precious indie-rock embellishments. I once rejected the frequent comparisons to TV On the Radio that hounded the Scottish trio, but the correlation is obvious on Cocoa Sugar. (Caveat: I reserve the right to change my mind.)
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I reviewed a concert by the Kansas City Jazz Orchestra at Plastic Sax.
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Valee’s 14-minute Good Job, You Found Me is pure evil. The lyrics are reprehensible and the flow is derivative. So why can’t I stop listening? It’s the beats, stupid. Pusha T pops off on “Miami”.
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Nubya Garcia’s new single “When We Are” has me on #teamnubya. RIYL: Courtney Pine, optimism, Eddie Moore & the Outer Circle.
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Automata 1, Between the Buried and Me’s latest riff-tastic effort, surpasses the recent work of Mastodon. Here’s “Millions”.
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I’m struggling to hear what the cool kids find so captivating about Soccer Mommy’s Clean. RIYL: Blake Babies, retreads, Liz Phair. Here’s “Your Dog”.
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Henry Cow lives! The kids in the British jazz group Dinosaur made a wacky music video that evokes the forgotten experimental rock ensemble.
(Original image by There Stands the Glass.)
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