<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408</id><updated>2011-10-03T06:00:15.434-07:00</updated><category term='Promises'/><category term='Dead Ghosts'/><category term='pop-punk'/><category term='japandroids basketball'/><category term='punk'/><category term='The Worst'/><category term='Demon&apos;s Claws'/><category term='France'/><category term='Twin Crystals'/><category term='Ottawa'/><category term='Sex Church'/><category term='Shearing Pinx'/><category term='Vancouver'/><category term='Trey Gunn'/><category term='Indian Music'/><category term='B-Lines'/><category term='london'/><category term='x-ray spex'/><category term='non-music'/><category term='open letter'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='cocks'/><category term='the Spits'/><category term='cigars'/><category term='Pointed Sticks'/><category term='Montreal'/><category term='the Coathangers'/><category term='Theft'/><category term='Mickey'/><category term='single'/><category term='cassette'/><category term='Vapid'/><category term='L.A.'/><category term='Dreadnoughts'/><category term='Celtic'/><category term='Hunx and his Punx'/><category term='Hozac'/><category term='A.H. Kraken'/><category term='Hallowe&apos;en'/><category term='goth'/><category term='Garage'/><category term='Full length'/><category term='Hella'/><category term='psych'/><category term='Tranzmitors'/><category term='post-punk'/><category term='experimental'/><category term='E.P.'/><category term='Isotopes'/><category term='Sukshinder'/><category term='Charlie and the Moonhearts'/><category term='le Face'/><title type='text'>digging for grins in the tooth-pile</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-6813602709519296081</id><published>2011-01-05T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:51:34.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promises'/><title type='text'>Promises</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking recently about how much restarted business blogger must receive around this time of year- lazy technologists meandering back to their keyboards with sincere determination on their minds, their thick-framed lenses reflecting a bright screen in the dark living room where they type. "I'm gonna blog every day!" they promise. "Well, at least every second day..." they reason. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's a New Year's resolution!" Like that means anything. Like that carries any weight. I give you a week! And then online shopping and porn will just seem much too interesting to spend any time writing and posting your own ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'm gonna blog every day. Or at least every other day. Probably. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-6813602709519296081?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/6813602709519296081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2011/01/promises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/6813602709519296081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/6813602709519296081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2011/01/promises.html' title='Promises'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-2774230495408038795</id><published>2010-12-10T10:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T10:23:30.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cigars'/><title type='text'>Cigars or cocks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I've recently discovered the pleasure of smoking the occasional cigar. It offers me something zen: on my patio, admiring the lake and mountains, tea or scotch in hand and genuinely appreciating the moment for simply what it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;What I find hilarious is the obsession that some people can foment about cigar smoking (or anythings really) and how that removes the very essence of what I love about it. I love that it's a break for me and only me. I think this post (form cigaraficionado.com) sums up how blind people can get once they are immersed in their obsession. The reference is often made that cigars are some kind of phallic appropriation of masculinity for men. I guess this is why it's considered a manly thing or why we get so excited seeing women smoke them. But what I've done is replaced the word "cigar" with "cock". The result speaks for itself. Happy reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(34, 34, 34);  line-height: 18px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"When I was handed the cock, I knew immediately it was something special. The heft of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;canonazo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; size, as it is called in the factories here—a corona gorda girth with a bit more length—felt perfect in my hand. The darkish skin, leaning toward what the Cubans define as maduro, was sleek to the touch, the oils giving not only a visible sheen but a slight oiliness in my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I clipped it carefully, and the cock resisted the cut just a little bit, like it wasn’t ready to be smoked. A perfect fill resists the cutter’s blade just a little bit. I licked the cock, and it took the burn easily and quickly, getting that full red glow around the tip almost without effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;My first impression wasn’t the flavor, but the completeness and complexity of the cock. It was mouth-filling, triggering a salivary festival, without a touch of dryness. The attack on my tongue was smooth and rich, and the finish lingered all the way to back of my mouth. I’ve seen cockmakers gesture with their hand, a kind of full moon circle, describing how a cock can stimulate every part of the mouth. This cock had that quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The flavors had a smooth earthiness, with just that touch of sweetness, one that I describe often as cocoa bean. It wasn’t overly powerful or strong; it didn’t have that mind-bending quality of many cocks today, with too much nicotine in the balls. As the cock burned past the halfway, the intensity of the flavors built and then turned a bit more toward earth and spice, but again, without a touch of dryness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;All in all, a truly great cock."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Written by Gordon Mott. Altered by me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-2774230495408038795?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/2774230495408038795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/cigars-or-cocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/2774230495408038795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/2774230495408038795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/12/cigars-or-cocks.html' title='Cigars or cocks?'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-2742658212505320434</id><published>2010-06-13T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T08:27:54.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eargoggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/TBVgVTOerrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/X6YX86Mem-o/s1600/ear.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/TBVgVTOerrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/X6YX86Mem-o/s400/ear.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482394040447970994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm having a lot of trouble reconciling with this music-theft thing. That combined with being super busy (lil babies take a lot of one's free time) has resulted in poor blogoutput. In the mean time, enjoy &lt;a href="http://eargogglesdvd.com/EarGoggles/EarGoggles%21_Vancouvers_Hardcore_DVD.html"&gt;eargoggles&lt;/a&gt;, a great site or video zine or some such profiling bands and their performances at the recently yuppied Cobalt. But this was recorded before that metamorphosis. I recommend you check out China Creeps, B-Lines, the Nobunny performance has a little shock to it, Shearing Pinx are also great. Bison BC and Hellacaust are metal and sincere about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-2742658212505320434?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/2742658212505320434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/06/eargoggles.html#comment-form' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/2742658212505320434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/2742658212505320434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/06/eargoggles.html' title='Eargoggles'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/TBVgVTOerrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/X6YX86Mem-o/s72-c/ear.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-5962688608322109477</id><published>2010-05-16T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T10:03:08.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell em!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thevyne.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/up-monae_lrg.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=249"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 249px;" src="http://thevyne.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/up-monae_lrg.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=249" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://onethirtybpm.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/SleighBells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://onethirtybpm.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/SleighBells.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*sigh*, don't believe the hype. Janelle Monae's and Sleigh Bells' full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;length debuts were my most anticipated releases of 2010. Janelle's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;lead single Tightrope has been my feel good jam of the year, and the video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;subtly outdoes the choreographed dance moves of its peers with an easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and  relaxed confidence. The follow up, Cold War, is a straight up Top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;40 dance floor burner reminiscent of Gnarls Barkley's Going On that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;furthered the promise that the record would use the building blocks of soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and funk to forge something fantastical steeped in tradition and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;nostalgia while keeping an eye on the innovation and excitement of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;future. Sleigh Bells are the first indie band to appropriate club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;influences in a totally awesome way, stripped of any restraint or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;irony and Crown on the Ground and A/B Machines are just great, great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;songs. Both records leaked around the same time, and what seemed to be my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;surefire favorites of the year quickly became my biggest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;disappointments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Promo for Janelle Monae's the Archandroid promised futuristic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;blissed-out party jams, but instead delivers warmed-over psychedelia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and stiff robo-funk. It starts off with a long intro track, which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;effectively builds anticipation...then *bam*! The first song kicks in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and there's nothing behind the curtain. The next few tracks are fine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but they feel like they're building momentum towards something better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and don't stand on their own. Track five is a chilled out transition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and...finally! We get to the one-two punch of Cold War and Tightrope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;which are great on their own, but stand out oddly against what came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;before. There's yet another transition immediately after  and less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;than half way through, the record's spent. The rest of the album feels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;like an unnecessarily long comedown from a wild ride that never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;happened. The stylistic shifts are so dramatic and the tracks so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;forgettable, that it feels more like a shitty mixtape than a cohesive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;album. By the time it reaches its meandering conclusion, the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Archandroid feels less like a debut and more the product of a veteran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;artist who's creatively spent and blindly throwing themselves into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;several different styles in a last gasp attempt for relevancy. For me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that's what's so disappointing. This IS her debut and it's Janelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;declaring "This is who I am!" to the world, which makes me doubt her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ability to ever really put together an album with any sense of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;purpose, cohesion or genuine fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sleigh Bells' Treats is less outright disappointing, there's just not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;much new here for anyone who's listened to their EP. The first track,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tell Em, is the only great new song they've written and while the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;blown-out production is a great aesthetic that brings out the elegant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;simplicity of their older songs,the new tracks feel underwritten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They're more atonal and synth-driven, a noticeable shift from the warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hooks and melodies that Sleigh Bells blasted into the stratosphere on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;their earlier material.  Also, Alexis' often cooes where I feel like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;she should snarl, which makes me feel like I'm listening to something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that was initially quiet that was bumped into the red post-production,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;rather than a loud and crazy sound pushed to it's logical extreme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've wondered if I would have liked this album more if I'd never heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;their EP, but it doesn't ultimately change my opinion that there are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;less great songs on this album than there are mediocre and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;transitional tracks, which seem largely built from similar riffs as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;their better songs. I still have hope for them, but their debut is so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;short yet so full of filler and their sound is so of the moment that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it really makes me wonder if they'll really ever fulfill their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;potential before their buzz band luster fades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, I'm bummed, but check out their cool shit here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janelle Monae -  Tightrope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xktMnfb0Q0A" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?&lt;wbr&gt;v=xktMnfb0Q0A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleigh Bells-  Tell Em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kJ05P-71gY" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?&lt;wbr&gt;v=2kJ05P-71gY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-5962688608322109477?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/5962688608322109477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/05/tell-em.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/5962688608322109477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/5962688608322109477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/05/tell-em.html' title='Tell em!'/><author><name>fullofstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029128148491490606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-9108433771233515996</id><published>2010-05-10T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:45:49.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mickey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hozac'/><title type='text'>Mickey - She's So Crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/S-jEs_Hj5mI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TRxjt8WNGlo/s1600/mickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/S-jEs_Hj5mI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TRxjt8WNGlo/s400/mickey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469838024577902178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/68497dcd"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is off Hozac Records who've been releasing some cool shit through their singles club. These guys are sort of like the New York Dolls in some sense. Anyways, I really dig the title track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-9108433771233515996?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/9108433771233515996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/05/mickey-shes-so-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/9108433771233515996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/9108433771233515996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/05/mickey-shes-so-crazy.html' title='Mickey - She&apos;s So Crazy!'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/S-jEs_Hj5mI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TRxjt8WNGlo/s72-c/mickey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-3203764658315418191</id><published>2010-05-02T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T15:40:56.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open letter'/><title type='text'>To the toothpile's comment spammer:</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you're intriguing. I think you're wiley. I even think you're mysterious. I don't, however, think you're spending your time wisely. Spammer, no one reads this blog. Perhaps your time would be better spent commenting with links to softcore asian porn elsewhere. This is simply a suggestion. Should you choose to continue here, then by all means do you thing. I don't want to interfere, just offer some constructive criticism. Love and respect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-3203764658315418191?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/3203764658315418191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-toothpiles-comment-spammer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/3203764658315418191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/3203764658315418191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-toothpiles-comment-spammer.html' title='To the toothpile&apos;s comment spammer:'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-6177208932025757959</id><published>2010-04-17T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:50:01.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Spits'/><title type='text'>the Spits - ST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/S8qAcS7RvlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1BlGo416sK0/s1600/albumart_%7B79c298b6-77b6-49c5-aa3a-f4fefec039ec%7D_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/S8qAcS7RvlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1BlGo416sK0/s400/albumart_%7B79c298b6-77b6-49c5-aa3a-f4fefec039ec%7D_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461318721745305170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?jwmz2mzj0yz"&gt;The Spits&lt;/a&gt; are a wonderous ensemble. They produce fast and punching tunes that take themselves seriously not-seriously. I hope one day I get to see them, or even better have them play my nerdy party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-6177208932025757959?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/6177208932025757959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/04/spits-st.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/6177208932025757959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/6177208932025757959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/04/spits-st.html' title='the Spits - ST'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/S8qAcS7RvlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1BlGo416sK0/s72-c/albumart_%7B79c298b6-77b6-49c5-aa3a-f4fefec039ec%7D_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-4830031883585017590</id><published>2010-02-14T04:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T04:31:34.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEALTH/Nu Sensae/Myths @ Biltmore Cabaret 02/04/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HP1vzucZkiE/S3frqNJn0AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-3J1CMiQHbU/s1600-h/HEALTH19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HP1vzucZkiE/S3frqNJn0AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-3J1CMiQHbU/s400/HEALTH19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438074185390215170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myths burrowed deep into my animal brain, cooing sexy death chants over slithering electro-clash. They are one of the more exciting new bands I’ve seen in Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On record, Nu Sensae are all black bile and gnashed teeth, but live they act listless and bored. They seemed unimpressed with the crowd. The feeling was mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...HEALTH! First, some backstory: At the Drive-In’s last few years have always been the gold standard by which I measure the intensity of rock performance; I’ve been searching for the new kings of spazz ever since their 2001 break-up. I’ve casually listened to HEALTH’s albums, but it was live footage and word of mouth that brought me out to the Biltmore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: HEALTH is a solid “B” to At the Drive-In’s “A+”...there are groups like Monotonix and Girl Talk who hype up the crowd more, but for onstage energy, HEALTH is just about unbeatable. And yet... the vibe was off that night...the venue felt relatively empty, they played a 30 minute set with a short encore and there wasn’t much interaction with the audience or even between band members. This was one of the first dates on their upcoming tour, so they were just getting back into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, their live energy is undeniable. They tour a lot. Go see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/healthmusic"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/healthmusic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nusensae"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/nusensae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mythsband"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/mythsband&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEALTH mesmerize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DpcXfiNLX4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DpcXfiNLX4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But At the Drive-in...always and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-LoLbQOX8g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-LoLbQOX8g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-4830031883585017590?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/4830031883585017590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/02/healthnu-sensaemyths-biltmore-cabaret.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/4830031883585017590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/4830031883585017590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/02/healthnu-sensaemyths-biltmore-cabaret.html' title='HEALTH/Nu Sensae/Myths @ Biltmore Cabaret 02/04/10'/><author><name>fullofstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029128148491490606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HP1vzucZkiE/S3frqNJn0AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-3J1CMiQHbU/s72-c/HEALTH19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-6557761366537533568</id><published>2010-02-05T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:19:36.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vapid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Full length'/><title type='text'>Vapid - Practically Dead LP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/S20XD81riGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Rut64kOxnPQ/s1600-h/l_54c410732e4b44f4b97f424726a38086.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/S20XD81riGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Rut64kOxnPQ/s400/l_54c410732e4b44f4b97f424726a38086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435025681944381538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?k3nik4jjgt2"&gt;This is a disappointment. &lt;/a&gt; Their E.P. captured the live sound - it was less produced, raw and had a simply balanced aggressiveness with a little bit of cuteness. Shimmy in the shakedown, do the Earthquake? Cute. But this L.P. comes across as mediocre- it would be at home alongside Veruca Salt, Celebrity Skin era Hole and other shitty 90s bands you were happy to forget. I believed in these guys. I thought they'd strive for better because I knew they were capable of it. As I mentioned in the last post about them, they weren't by any means brilliant or earth shattering, but I really thought they had potential. I compared them to X-Ray Spex! I didn't upload the whole album, you don't want it. I've uploaded the two versions of Do the Earthquake for comparison. Tell me you didn't cringe at number 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-6557761366537533568?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/6557761366537533568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/02/vapid-practically-dead-lp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/6557761366537533568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/6557761366537533568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/02/vapid-practically-dead-lp.html' title='Vapid - Practically Dead LP'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/S20XD81riGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Rut64kOxnPQ/s72-c/l_54c410732e4b44f4b97f424726a38086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-1507401431060305777</id><published>2010-02-01T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:44:35.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solars @ VIVO 01/29/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HP1vzucZkiE/S2ePaXVvgnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FfXvg7OvWR0/s1600-h/soalrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HP1vzucZkiE/S2ePaXVvgnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FfXvg7OvWR0/s400/soalrs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433469158550372978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascending to heaven. Solars’ VIVO show had me reaching for that and similar hyperbolic clichés, as I struggled to find words to capture the essence of their 20 minute transcendence-by-the-way-of-drone set. I’m still grasping...so instead, I present to you Brian Eno’s “An Ending”. If you want to feel the feelings you feel while you listen to this song, go see Solars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJBxva-NyiI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJBxva-NyiI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/solargnawa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solars myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-1507401431060305777?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/1507401431060305777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/02/ascending-to-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/1507401431060305777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/1507401431060305777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/02/ascending-to-heaven.html' title='Solars @ VIVO 01/29/10'/><author><name>fullofstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029128148491490606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HP1vzucZkiE/S2ePaXVvgnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FfXvg7OvWR0/s72-c/soalrs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-6719893159008290519</id><published>2010-01-27T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T08:00:09.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Palace @ Goody 01/23/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HP1vzucZkiE/S2BinKCFw6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lIZ1TYLuDdI/s1600-h/flash+palace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HP1vzucZkiE/S2BinKCFw6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lIZ1TYLuDdI/s400/flash+palace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431449575456359330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and sweet. Flash Palace played Goody last weekend. They sound like Animal Collective. They sound like Grizzly Bear. They sound like...well, they are young. Youthful enthusiasm. A woman screamed on the phone, “YOU ARE MISSING ONE OF THE BEST BANDS I HAVE EVER SEEN!!! THEY’RE LIKE...RADIOHEAD...MEETS....ANIMAL COLLECTIVE...MEETS....I DON’T EVEN KNOW!!!”. She seemed a little peeved. I am too. You missed out. And I don’t even know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/tigerheadmusic"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/tigerheadmusic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-6719893159008290519?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/6719893159008290519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/01/flash-palace-goody-012310.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/6719893159008290519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/6719893159008290519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/01/flash-palace-goody-012310.html' title='Flash Palace @ Goody 01/23/10'/><author><name>fullofstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029128148491490606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HP1vzucZkiE/S2BinKCFw6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lIZ1TYLuDdI/s72-c/flash+palace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-1040902381260503814</id><published>2010-01-25T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:58:39.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ottawa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cassette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><title type='text'>Holy Cobras - Dead Bodies Float in Space Vol. 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/S16AR1p6bzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/CieLR8y3xC4/s1600-h/holycobras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/S16AR1p6bzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/CieLR8y3xC4/s400/holycobras.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430919244604403506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's some experimental postmodern pop from Ottawa. &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mjmmnmy4nux"&gt;The tape&lt;/a&gt; has pretty noisy quality, making it a little difficult to listen to, but also somewhat charming. They take a little from post-punk dance for their rhythm section, but use strange altered sounds and tape loops. Really, it just sounds like a good time. Also, I like that it's on cassette. It's accessible, cheap, easily reproduced and digitized. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-1040902381260503814?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/1040902381260503814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/01/holy-cobras-dead-bodies-float-in-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/1040902381260503814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/1040902381260503814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2010/01/holy-cobras-dead-bodies-float-in-space.html' title='Holy Cobras - Dead Bodies Float in Space Vol. 23'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/S16AR1p6bzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/CieLR8y3xC4/s72-c/holycobras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-4526937140221729999</id><published>2009-12-13T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T13:35:26.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japandroids basketball'/><title type='text'>Japandroids, Basketball @ Biltmore Caberet, Dec 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HP1vzucZkiE/SyVbd4MJQII/AAAAAAAAAAU/W38OEWuTSsM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HP1vzucZkiE/SyVbd4MJQII/AAAAAAAAAAU/W38OEWuTSsM/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414834695840546946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Basketball show I've attended been seances, the band dredging up primordial spirits with a power beyond reason, beyond words. In a city that where we keep our distance, their shows dissolve these barriers, the band and audience merging into a single, throbbing organism, all slaves to the pulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first show I've seen them open; people nodded attentively to the beat and there an older lady who hopped up on stage to get her rave on, but the overall experience was more subdued than the celebratory release I've come to expect. This was the first time I've noticed that they've sterilized their sound since their from Spain. What initially drew me to Basketball was they felt like an evil version of Animal Collective, with an organic warmth to their largely electronic sound and their ability to appropriate middle eastern influences in a way that felt natural and sincere.  But instead of AC's 3 part harmonies and tribal chants, Basketball painted in the colors with a hybrid of HEALTH's sputtering robo-thrash and Gang Gang Dance's weirdo-world music. Now, their sound is more straight up club; they're playing most of the same songs as when they left but I think they used to pump their backing tracks through amps, rather than straight through the PA,and mixed in more live instrumentation. I hope that shift back to that set up in the future, because the set I saw felt like the pod-people version of Basketball, all the pieces I've always loved were there, but something was off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd lost their shit when Japandroids took the stage; this is the first band to really break out of the East Van scene since pretty much forever, but the sound dampened what was otherwise an all out celebration. The guitar initially started off too clean and dull, each hit ending with a muted click on the strings and while the tone and volume improved as the set went on, it felt leaden in comparison to the earth-flattening distortion that's been a staple on all their releases. The band put on a spirited performance, but like the sound, it felt ragged and worn-out. They were rocking out hard, but I could feel the tiredness in their bones from the endless promotion and touring over the last year in support of their new record. But the audience...from crowd surfing to a rousing sing-a-long to Young Hearts Spark Fire, I was feeling the love. Both during and after the show, I heard lots of "oh my god!", "YESSS!!" and "this is amazing!", as if Japandroids was causing spontaneous orgasms throughout the crowd through the sheer force of their rocknroll power. So, maybe the night was really everything I'd hoped it to be, but it was just too late and I was too tired for me to appreciate it. Just maybe. Oh, they also didn't play Wet Hair, I love that song. Bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-4526937140221729999?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/4526937140221729999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/12/japandroids-basketball-biltmore-caberet.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/4526937140221729999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/4526937140221729999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/12/japandroids-basketball-biltmore-caberet.html' title='Japandroids, Basketball @ Biltmore Caberet, Dec 4th'/><author><name>fullofstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029128148491490606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HP1vzucZkiE/SyVbd4MJQII/AAAAAAAAAAU/W38OEWuTSsM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-3234808485031876289</id><published>2009-12-05T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:13:09.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunx and his Punx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><title type='text'>Hunx and his Punx - The Gay Singles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SxtW1Nvhz-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/VzjTc8GzMOs/s1600-h/Hunx-His-Punx-Gay-Singles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SxtW1Nvhz-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/VzjTc8GzMOs/s400/Hunx-His-Punx-Gay-Singles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412014849437847522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This started out for me as a silly unpretentious meandering of garage rock, but quickly grew trite and gimmicky. Honestly, I thought the gay-ness of it started to get to be a bit much. As in, "Can't he write a song about anything else?" But I now think that that attitude shows a bit of my homophobia seeping out (we all have some, I'm just trying to fix mine). It's sort of close to the same mentality as, "Be as gay as you want, I just don't want to have to look at it." Well FUCK that. How many albums of pure hetero-love/lust songs are out there? Too many. Let's get down to the homo sounds. &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mjy2zujnjmf"&gt;Welcome, Hunx.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-3234808485031876289?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/3234808485031876289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/12/hunx-and-his-punx-gay-singles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/3234808485031876289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/3234808485031876289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/12/hunx-and-his-punx-gay-singles.html' title='Hunx and his Punx - The Gay Singles'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SxtW1Nvhz-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/VzjTc8GzMOs/s72-c/Hunx-His-Punx-Gay-Singles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-7669477308730666568</id><published>2009-12-01T09:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:33:51.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.H. Kraken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><title type='text'>A.H. Kraken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SxVSRS586XI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dfR_akt5MDY/s1600/l_373c430f41884372bebca93e36a7f71e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SxVSRS586XI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dfR_akt5MDY/s400/l_373c430f41884372bebca93e36a7f71e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410320984441678194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been searching long and hard for some &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?xwjyyz23jdg"&gt;Kraken&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;The title song is about a pornographic starlet. They are French. What's more self-hateful, depriving and frustrating, but also obvious as lust for a porn star? It sounds impending and where punk and hardcore should be headed: an abstract assault rooted in immediacy and thoughtfulness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-7669477308730666568?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/7669477308730666568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/12/ah-kraken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/7669477308730666568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/7669477308730666568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/12/ah-kraken.html' title='A.H. Kraken'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SxVSRS586XI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dfR_akt5MDY/s72-c/l_373c430f41884372bebca93e36a7f71e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-198004989731208265</id><published>2009-12-01T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:19:12.264-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goth'/><title type='text'>Sex Church - E.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SxVR3WBUPiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zErxNxn09C0/s1600/l_b2b3027e25fa4ac5b73d68de1b50a18e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SxVR3WBUPiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zErxNxn09C0/s400/l_b2b3027e25fa4ac5b73d68de1b50a18e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410320538601274914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's driven rhythm and unexpected patterns are what define &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?1zzmwejr0ax"&gt;this record&lt;/a&gt; for me. These are tense songs, and I like them. I don't know if there's a neo-Gothic phase going around (you heard it here first!) but this band draws from some of the classics: Bauhaus, Neu!, etc. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've uploaded only one song, because this one should be bought. Do so &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sweetrotrecords"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-198004989731208265?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/198004989731208265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/12/sex-church-ep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/198004989731208265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/198004989731208265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/12/sex-church-ep.html' title='Sex Church - E.P.'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SxVR3WBUPiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zErxNxn09C0/s72-c/l_b2b3027e25fa4ac5b73d68de1b50a18e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-829401749805914223</id><published>2009-11-20T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:24:13.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='le Face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L.A.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-punk'/><title type='text'>Le Face - Isolation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SwbnlMx-3rI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GBzZ5DFwmeo/s1600/0409leface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SwbnlMx-3rI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GBzZ5DFwmeo/s400/0409leface.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406263028976901810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't come across anything Vancouver that I've wanted to post in some time. I'm still on the lookout, so more will surely come soon. In the meantime I found this album which I quite like. They've combined a garage reverb twang with post-punk and hardcore speed and flat vocals. I guess it makes sense that following my recent punk appreciation would come a post-punk appreciation. Don't expect dance beats or anything like that, I think punk is such a loose term that post-punk can't be too defined itself. These are short and punchy tunes, but &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ymw2gmafm21"&gt;Le Face&lt;/a&gt; (of L.A.) have taken the punk feeling and atmosphere and developed it into something a bit barer and more dynamic. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At some moments, however, this record falls a bit too much into the flatness and frankly I get bored. This band is best when they follow that almost New-Wave dynamism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;High points: Salvador Dali, Christian Cunt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-829401749805914223?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/829401749805914223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/11/le-face-isolation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/829401749805914223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/829401749805914223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/11/le-face-isolation.html' title='Le Face - Isolation'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SwbnlMx-3rI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GBzZ5DFwmeo/s72-c/0409leface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-6399371792875336570</id><published>2009-11-16T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:49:31.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x-ray spex'/><title type='text'>X-Ray Spex- Germfree Adolescents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SwGsq5bHooI/AAAAAAAAADs/qpo0HN8xBnA/s1600/X-Ray_Spex_-_Germ_Free_Adolescents_album_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SwGsq5bHooI/AAAAAAAAADs/qpo0HN8xBnA/s400/X-Ray_Spex_-_Germ_Free_Adolescents_album_cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404790880790356610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?x2gomwyrclh"&gt;X-Ray Spex&lt;/a&gt;, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A post-apocalyptic critique of commercial modernity.&lt;br /&gt;2. Poly Styrene. A nerdy screechy visionary.&lt;br /&gt;3. You sound like a good time. &lt;br /&gt;4. Your aesthetic for me is an angry filthy pet rat tearing through a neon sanitary shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X Ray Spex introduced me to a whole new way music and anger in music could be expressed. I had known punk to be fast, aggressive and loud. They showed me it didn't necessarily have to be so. It could be insightful and critical and silly. For me that doesn't discount their anger, it supports it. Alas, they released only one real album, disbanded, then re-banded recently (which was pathetic and ordinary). Perhaps a flash in the pan, but for me at least, an important one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-6399371792875336570?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/6399371792875336570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/11/x-ray-spex-germfree-adolescents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/6399371792875336570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/6399371792875336570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/11/x-ray-spex-germfree-adolescents.html' title='X-Ray Spex- Germfree Adolescents'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SwGsq5bHooI/AAAAAAAAADs/qpo0HN8xBnA/s72-c/X-Ray_Spex_-_Germ_Free_Adolescents_album_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-2672978913345767646</id><published>2009-11-14T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:51:47.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celtic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreadnoughts'/><title type='text'>Victory Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HP1vzucZkiE/Sv-Vql4-GyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UrWZsNd8rMs/s1600-h/Dreadnoughts+Victory+Square+cover+art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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It’s such a niche genre, that I felt like I’d experienced everything it’s had to offer after hearing a handful of songs. It can be fun to party to, but it’s just not my thing. So, I avoided them for a while in spite of many enthusiastic recommendations, my eyes glazing over as soon as anyone exclaimed, “Yeah, the Dreadnoughts! Celtic-punks! They rock!”. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it surprised me when their sophomore release, Victory Square, quickly became my favourite local release this year, as well as held up to my more college-radio approved picks of 2009 like Merriweather Post Pavilion and Hospice. For all the celtic-punk staples about drinking and the oompa-oompa bass, there’s something darker and more profound that runs through this album’s veins. Their world influences create a sense myth and romance, rather than background muzak for coffee shops . In their own way, the Dreadnoughts exist in the same realm as Tom Waits and Beirut, their songs painting fever visions of a re-imagined past, equal parts danger and intrigue. Even the reference to Victory Square and the cover photo feel more Old World than East Van.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But the album is stronger than just this aesthetic; the songwriting is above and beyond their peers`. They embrace virtuosity over the intentional amateurism of most punk, without losing the reckless enthusiasm that’s helped forge the genre. The dueling mandolin and violin leads burn with the same intensity as the most fist pumping metal solos but without the cheese and self-indulgent wankery, while the rhythm section stomps through every track with a demonic thunder . For all the bombast, all these elements work together to bring out the songs’ core hooks and melodies, which buried themselves deep within my brain by the third spin. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, check ‘em out, this album is what I wish Gogol Bordello sounded like, and the production stands up to many higher profile releases.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve included the gypsy-thrasher Samovar, ancient lament From the West, and the scathing mandolin/violin duel of the Skrigjaargen Polka for your listening pleasure:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?uzjkmddznmn"&gt;Dreadnoughts &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You can check out more on their myspace:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/vancitydreadnoughts"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/vancitydreadnoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stomprecords.com/viewstore.php?bnd=66&amp;amp;srt=datedesc"&gt;Buy the album here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/vancitydreadnoughts"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/vancitydreadnoughts"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-2672978913345767646?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/2672978913345767646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/11/victory-square.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/2672978913345767646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/2672978913345767646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/11/victory-square.html' title='Victory Square'/><author><name>fullofstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02029128148491490606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HP1vzucZkiE/Sv-Vql4-GyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UrWZsNd8rMs/s72-c/Dreadnoughts+Victory+Square+cover+art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-2447741585498246413</id><published>2009-10-29T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:37:05.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Worst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E.P.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallowe&apos;en'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><title type='text'>The Worst- play Tunes from the Tomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Susjn8y-X7I/AAAAAAAAADU/GqeTGqLspLA/s1600-h/DSCF5589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Susjn8y-X7I/AAAAAAAAADU/GqeTGqLspLA/s400/DSCF5589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398447747575472050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SusjoaTzjPI/AAAAAAAAADc/Q4gzL80TGxE/s400/DSCF5590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398447755497802994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know anything about this band, other than they play (here, at least) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?aghykjjfdmz"&gt;Hallowe'en style punk rock.&lt;/a&gt; Is that a style?&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I found this E.P. digging through a record store's collection. They were moving, and dumping a lot of inexpensive stuff. It's almost the best way of finding music. The risk is so minimal! A buck for 2 e.p.'s? I bought this along with a single called "Male Stripper" by Man 2 Man vs. Manparrish (more on that gem later) and I was thrilled to have a a local disc in hands of unpretentious Hallowe'en rock. The sleeve tells me it was recorded in Van, and produced (or at least pressed) in Koln, Germany. Enjoy it, play it at your H party, and think of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-2447741585498246413?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/2447741585498246413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/10/worst-play-tunes-from-tomb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/2447741585498246413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/2447741585498246413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/10/worst-play-tunes-from-tomb.html' title='The Worst- play Tunes from the Tomb'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Susjn8y-X7I/AAAAAAAAADU/GqeTGqLspLA/s72-c/DSCF5589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-5747657594622038370</id><published>2009-10-19T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:28:42.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theft'/><title type='text'>Theft</title><content type='html'>My house was recently broken into. A few things were stolen including my Macbook charger. These cost 100$ and I'm poor so I can't replace it right away. I decided to explain this here because theft happens fequently to musicians, and also because I'm sort of implicit in some theft, by posting music here. I'm not going to stop- I've sort of rationalized it to myself in that I'm celebrating local culture. But it's theft nonetheless. I mean, if these artists really wanted their music to be available widespread free, wouldn't they have posted their material? Oh well. I'll post more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-5747657594622038370?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/5747657594622038370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/10/theft.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/5747657594622038370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/5747657594622038370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/10/theft.html' title='Theft'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-5033166106565659843</id><published>2009-10-15T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:13:20.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demon&apos;s Claws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psych'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montreal'/><title type='text'>Demon's Claws - Demon's Claws</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SunWcmcjWeI/AAAAAAAAADM/1oue-kTIt2Q/s1600-h/l_a462a294f3434a1e8b6eaca8c709421b.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SunWcmcjWeI/AAAAAAAAADM/1oue-kTIt2Q/s400/l_a462a294f3434a1e8b6eaca8c709421b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398081415225235938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Garage psych from Montreal today. I promised this earlier. So &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mi2zenjvit4"&gt;here we go&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-5033166106565659843?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/5033166106565659843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/10/demons-claws-demons-claws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/5033166106565659843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/5033166106565659843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/10/demons-claws-demons-claws.html' title='Demon&apos;s Claws - Demon&apos;s Claws'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SunWcmcjWeI/AAAAAAAAADM/1oue-kTIt2Q/s72-c/l_a462a294f3434a1e8b6eaca8c709421b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-4924113958870905916</id><published>2009-10-14T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:21:31.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E.P.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dead Ghosts'/><title type='text'>Dead Ghosts- Bad Vibes 7"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/StYIEXm-_fI/AAAAAAAAADE/LFhm9Pgn59k/s1600-h/l_b1fb13c3c0084b729a0cd6728fe6468a1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/StYIEXm-_fI/AAAAAAAAADE/LFhm9Pgn59k/s400/l_b1fb13c3c0084b729a0cd6728fe6468a1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392506474972773874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my favorite Vancouver bands. They've got a Black Lips sort of &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zdyywqktmof"&gt;garage sound&lt;/a&gt;, but lyrically, they're less arrogant and more introspective. They're also fun to watch, and their song construction kicks ass. Their releases are damn hard to find (short of ordering them online, and let's face it, who has it together enough to do that?) so if anyone finds some, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-4924113958870905916?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/4924113958870905916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/10/dead-ghosts-bad-vibes-7.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/4924113958870905916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/4924113958870905916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/10/dead-ghosts-bad-vibes-7.html' title='Dead Ghosts- Bad Vibes 7&quot;'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/StYIEXm-_fI/AAAAAAAAADE/LFhm9Pgn59k/s72-c/l_b1fb13c3c0084b729a0cd6728fe6468a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-1344660444856541073</id><published>2009-10-08T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:41:42.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shearing Pinx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Full length'/><title type='text'>Shearing Pinx - Ultra Snake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Ss9gpClnBqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PJ60pDUwnqQ/s1600-h/folder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Ss9gpClnBqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PJ60pDUwnqQ/s400/folder.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390633537171293858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mmddkmdy503"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is an assaulting experimental album. I think there's an equal balance between chunky breaks and drone. Think of Liars, but more rock oriented. Shearing Pinx release a lot, which I love in a band. This results in some stronger efforts, and some weaker ones, but the process of recording and doing your own releasing constantly makes for overall a better picture of what you want to say. Their sound I find quite unique. It's edgy and aggressive with some vulnerability and self consciousness floating around. I'm sure this vision has been perfected by the practice of recording constantly. The fact that they choose to release so much might seem self indulgent, but I think they're just making their process evident to others who may well be interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-1344660444856541073?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/1344660444856541073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/10/shearing-pinx-ultra-snake.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/1344660444856541073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/1344660444856541073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/10/shearing-pinx-ultra-snake.html' title='Shearing Pinx - Ultra Snake'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Ss9gpClnBqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PJ60pDUwnqQ/s72-c/folder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-1923550954656154473</id><published>2009-09-28T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:06:57.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pointed Sticks'/><title type='text'>Pointed Sticks - 1980 Demo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SsDpXzor12I/AAAAAAAAACs/Pq7a3aeSAXI/s1600-h/psdemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SsDpXzor12I/AAAAAAAAACs/Pq7a3aeSAXI/s400/psdemo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386561749542229858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mmldmzhzyoc"&gt;Pointed Sticks&lt;/a&gt; have become darlings of the Vancouver punk scene because of their history in it, the numerous bands that site them as influence, Narduar's vocal appreciation, and the recent reissue of their album. I believe it's well deserved - they've written fantastic songs that touch upon snottiness, but are by no means obsessed with it. This is a bootleg of a demo. I find that often punk bands can be emotive and a little whiney or snotty and a little obnoxious and mindless. My favorite punk bands realize the potential emotional resources of both. When the B-lines singer sings about being a "Social Retard" he knows it's offensive, and I think he knows why and why it should be, and uses that offense to solidify that he is uh... socially ... I'm going to say "inept". Similarly, Pointed Sticks sing about girls and breaking up and social-bones-to-pick but not whiningly. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-1923550954656154473?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/1923550954656154473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/09/pointed-sticks-1980-demo.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/1923550954656154473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/1923550954656154473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/09/pointed-sticks-1980-demo.html' title='Pointed Sticks - 1980 Demo'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SsDpXzor12I/AAAAAAAAACs/Pq7a3aeSAXI/s72-c/psdemo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-8219015498615711049</id><published>2009-09-28T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:32:36.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E.P.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop-punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isotopes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Isotopes - Heatseeker E.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SsDk9CwfNYI/AAAAAAAAACk/MWepe6sjhTk/s1600-h/folder.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SsDk9CwfNYI/AAAAAAAAACk/MWepe6sjhTk/s400/folder.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386556891698509186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This band is baseball themed. Also, from Vancouver. They have &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?tz42jm4iow4"&gt;collected&lt;/a&gt; somewhat straight-forward punk songs: fast and direct. And  about baseball, in every way. Be not confused, they are not using baseball metaphors. They are singing about playing baseball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-8219015498615711049?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/8219015498615711049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/09/isotopes-heatseeker-ep.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/8219015498615711049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/8219015498615711049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/09/isotopes-heatseeker-ep.html' title='Isotopes - Heatseeker E.P.'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SsDk9CwfNYI/AAAAAAAAACk/MWepe6sjhTk/s72-c/folder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-7265796305161886986</id><published>2009-09-20T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:13:17.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vapid'/><title type='text'>Vapid - Do the Earthquake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Sra_at_kueI/AAAAAAAAACc/Vc8IFZcZEyk/s1600-h/vapid.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Sra_at_kueI/AAAAAAAAACc/Vc8IFZcZEyk/s400/vapid.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383700870311754210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw &lt;a href="myspace.com/xxxvapidxxx"&gt;this band &lt;/a&gt;a few weeks ago and their show oscillated somewhere between mediocre and not bad. However, this is a great single. They remind me of one of my favorite early punk bands, X-Ray Spex, so they've won a special place in my heart. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.recordsnominal.com"&gt;Go buy it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.recordsnominal.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(link removed due to polite request)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-7265796305161886986?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/7265796305161886986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/09/vapid-do-earthquake.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/7265796305161886986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/7265796305161886986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/09/vapid-do-earthquake.html' title='Vapid - Do the Earthquake'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Sra_at_kueI/AAAAAAAAACc/Vc8IFZcZEyk/s72-c/vapid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-2275170240029962399</id><published>2009-09-18T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:26:35.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sukshinder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Music'/><title type='text'>Sukshinder Shinda - Collaborations 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SrPQfWmghAI/AAAAAAAAACU/h01wZEwsEjI/s1600-h/l_ac6c1deb64254658872c15c8083772ea.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SrPQfWmghAI/AAAAAAAAACU/h01wZEwsEjI/s400/l_ac6c1deb64254658872c15c8083772ea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382875216699491330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marvel at the cover art and listen to some &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ycxntmmteym"&gt;complex symphonic arrangements&lt;/a&gt; to which you'll shake your ass. There's a radio station in Vancouver called Red FM which I love listening to, the music is great. Unfortunately I find it so difficult to catch the names of the artists because it's in almost purely Indian languages. It's like a code of secret awesome music to which my cracker-ness denies me access. So if anyone has any Indian music to suggest, please comment. High points: Ghum Suhm Ghum Suhm, Mul Na Lagda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-2275170240029962399?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/2275170240029962399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/09/sukshinder-shinda-collaborations-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/2275170240029962399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/2275170240029962399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/09/sukshinder-shinda-collaborations-2.html' title='Sukshinder Shinda - Collaborations 2'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SrPQfWmghAI/AAAAAAAAACU/h01wZEwsEjI/s72-c/l_ac6c1deb64254658872c15c8083772ea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-6123628070797960184</id><published>2009-09-17T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:21:45.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><title type='text'>Hella - Hold on to your Horse Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SrKxy8yrtxI/AAAAAAAAACM/cOvYPItp4dY/s1600-h/Hella_-_Hold_Your_Horse_Is.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SrKxy8yrtxI/AAAAAAAAACM/cOvYPItp4dY/s400/Hella_-_Hold_Your_Horse_Is.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382559993531447058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?kmyomnomm4m"&gt;Say hello to Hella.&lt;/a&gt; They are instrumental bone breakers of fortitude. Fortify yourself with this fortuitous collection. Aren't you fortunate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-6123628070797960184?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/6123628070797960184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/09/hella-hold-on-to-your-horse-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/6123628070797960184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/6123628070797960184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/09/hella-hold-on-to-your-horse-is.html' title='Hella - Hold on to your Horse Is'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SrKxy8yrtxI/AAAAAAAAACM/cOvYPItp4dY/s72-c/Hella_-_Hold_Your_Horse_Is.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-4342611299576645439</id><published>2009-09-05T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T16:12:17.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tranzmitors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Full length'/><title type='text'>The Tranzmitors - Self Titled full length</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SqLwImPTK5I/AAAAAAAAACE/B451D2JXU4w/s1600-h/51x-nThIOzL._SS500_.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SqLwImPTK5I/AAAAAAAAACE/B451D2JXU4w/s400/51x-nThIOzL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378124935528131474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?3m25jz2wtma"&gt;Another collection from the Tranzmitors.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-4342611299576645439?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/4342611299576645439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/09/tranzmitors-self-titled-full-length.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/4342611299576645439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/4342611299576645439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/09/tranzmitors-self-titled-full-length.html' title='The Tranzmitors - Self Titled full length'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SqLwImPTK5I/AAAAAAAAACE/B451D2JXU4w/s72-c/51x-nThIOzL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-4513143490918903025</id><published>2009-09-04T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:47:22.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trey Gunn'/><title type='text'>Trey Gunn - Untune the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SqFQAmxpDhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RQu5654mvm0/s1600-h/41VAZ4HJZAL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SqFQAmxpDhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RQu5654mvm0/s400/41VAZ4HJZAL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377667401396063762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;People are losing their shit because the dudes from A Place to Bury Strangers and the Horrors are creating their own effects pedals, and the sounds they discover are not a real departure from what's already out there. Trey Gunn and Robert Fripp, however, have been challenging sonic boundaries of the stringed instruments since forever. Get over the &lt;a href="http://deathbyaudio.net/"&gt;precocious nerds&lt;/a&gt; and focus on the &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?4vyyq22kj5w"&gt;real nerds&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-4513143490918903025?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/4513143490918903025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/09/trey-gunn-untune-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/4513143490918903025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/4513143490918903025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/09/trey-gunn-untune-sky.html' title='Trey Gunn - Untune the Sky'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SqFQAmxpDhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RQu5654mvm0/s72-c/41VAZ4HJZAL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-2087860471396054402</id><published>2009-09-04T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:21:19.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tranzmitors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop-punk'/><title type='text'>The Tranzmitors - self titled 12"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SqFJrlauKJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gFyPp8Zn8d4/s1600-h/l_bec963ea6f67dd8ec376df0ddcab3ba1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SqFJrlauKJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gFyPp8Zn8d4/s400/l_bec963ea6f67dd8ec376df0ddcab3ba1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377660443184474258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A band that I'm unable to talk about without making parallels to the Jam. Ok, they love the Jam - in their harmonies, construction, hooks, looks. But don't discount them, the Tranzmitors write great songs. They have a knack for the pop genre, but it's not wrapped up in its tidiness nor is it unauthentic. And they're great live. Go see them if you get a chance. I don't delude myself into thinking this blog has a readership of more than three, but if you do read this (anyone at all?) and live in Vancouver, they're playing tomorrow at Pat's. &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?yytmzgjy3zy"&gt;This is the e.p.&lt;/a&gt;, I have another album if you likes it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-2087860471396054402?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/2087860471396054402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/09/tranzmitors-self-titled-12.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/2087860471396054402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/2087860471396054402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/09/tranzmitors-self-titled-12.html' title='The Tranzmitors - self titled 12&quot;'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SqFJrlauKJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gFyPp8Zn8d4/s72-c/l_bec963ea6f67dd8ec376df0ddcab3ba1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-4966746078939863140</id><published>2009-09-01T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:47:11.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat Happening - S.T.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Sp2ng47iaGI/AAAAAAAAABs/GI15OSwlpSo/s1600-h/e38206q3334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Sp2ng47iaGI/AAAAAAAAABs/GI15OSwlpSo/s400/e38206q3334.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376637713629997154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?z2wwdmfyjct"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is an album that I'm not crazy about, but am interested to share, mostly because I want to hear opinions. Selon moi, at best it's fun, minimalist, post punk that captures a shining DIY moment. At worst it's too fucking cute and saccharine (see &lt;i&gt;Honey Pot&lt;/i&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-4966746078939863140?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/4966746078939863140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/09/beat-happening-st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/4966746078939863140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/4966746078939863140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/09/beat-happening-st.html' title='Beat Happening - S.T.'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Sp2ng47iaGI/AAAAAAAAABs/GI15OSwlpSo/s72-c/e38206q3334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-7980049263998500936</id><published>2009-08-29T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:46:24.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twin Crystals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><title type='text'>Twin Crystals - Self Titled L.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Spmu4gQfHtI/AAAAAAAAABA/mfVj_ydQWNs/s1600-h/l_a3930b768ffa105d263b916e245c5793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Spmu4gQfHtI/AAAAAAAAABA/mfVj_ydQWNs/s400/l_a3930b768ffa105d263b916e245c5793.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375519915998387922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's visit Vancouver once more to check out a band that spews a plethora of musique fantastique from their vinyl lathe and cd writer. I like their sound, it's something like Sonic Youth's vision with a more defined structure. &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?yxccdgdijad"&gt;Czech it out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-7980049263998500936?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/7980049263998500936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/08/twin-crystals-self-titled-lp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/7980049263998500936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/7980049263998500936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/08/twin-crystals-self-titled-lp.html' title='Twin Crystals - Self Titled L.P.'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Spmu4gQfHtI/AAAAAAAAABA/mfVj_ydQWNs/s72-c/l_a3930b768ffa105d263b916e245c5793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-7783947877195815244</id><published>2009-08-17T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:36:27.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know Brahms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Sosn4VkuVrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/I6YbTsABg0A/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371430829386782386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=c2e1e9cf60f3041841446e35a78dc463e0e4ccaf6397339f5621d66e282a0ee8"&gt;... at all?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-7783947877195815244?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/7783947877195815244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-know-brahms.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/7783947877195815244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/7783947877195815244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-know-brahms.html' title='Do you know Brahms...'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Sosn4VkuVrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/I6YbTsABg0A/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-4673010975441825299</id><published>2009-08-16T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:45:39.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop-punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Coathangers'/><title type='text'>The Coathangers- ST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Soh9Lh1o64I/AAAAAAAAAAw/GxiYQO1yMXU/s1600-h/st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Soh9Lh1o64I/AAAAAAAAAAw/GxiYQO1yMXU/s400/st.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370680192654699394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=c2e1e9cf60f3041841446e35a78dc463123ad47e2d0e1c555621d66e282a0ee8"&gt;The Coathangers&lt;/a&gt; have made two albums, this being their first and slightly more aggressive. Think le Tigre, but more punk. Also, they have a great sense of humour. Nestle in my boobies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-4673010975441825299?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/4673010975441825299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/08/coathangers-st.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/4673010975441825299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/4673010975441825299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/08/coathangers-st.html' title='The Coathangers- ST'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Soh9Lh1o64I/AAAAAAAAAAw/GxiYQO1yMXU/s72-c/st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-517921794020596272</id><published>2009-08-16T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:00:54.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Lines'/><title type='text'>B-L's self titled E.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Soh5sLWPr0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/8PfRWc8ZuUI/s1600-h/l_078347ea93fe45e8aff382fe034b4022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Soh5sLWPr0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/8PfRWc8ZuUI/s400/l_078347ea93fe45e8aff382fe034b4022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370676355506614082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These guys are fun to watch and fun to listen to. This is their recently released E.P., and in an effort to support local talent I present it to you here. Support them, they work hard. Go see a show. (Edit: please read the comments.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-517921794020596272?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/517921794020596272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/08/b-lines-self-titled-ep.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/517921794020596272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/517921794020596272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/08/b-lines-self-titled-ep.html' title='B-L&apos;s self titled E.P.'/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/Soh5sLWPr0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/8PfRWc8ZuUI/s72-c/l_078347ea93fe45e8aff382fe034b4022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4144853645231865408.post-3849277749147667419</id><published>2009-07-31T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:10:32.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlie and the Moonhearts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garage'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SnNlOcREokI/AAAAAAAAAAg/-IeznztFYU4/s400/charlie+moonhearts+thunderbeast.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364742879908766274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=c2e1e9cf60f3041841446e35a78dc4638ee94d00e9a29c95c95965eaa7bc68bc"&gt;Charlie and the Moonhearts&lt;/a&gt; captured my moonheart recently. I've been enjoying garage rock and soul and this lovely collection from a band that disbanded recently has done a good job of scratching the itch. I believe this is their entire discography. Please, enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4144853645231865408-3849277749147667419?l=toothpile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/feeds/3849277749147667419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/07/charlie-and-moonhearts-captured-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/3849277749147667419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4144853645231865408/posts/default/3849277749147667419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toothpile.blogspot.com/2009/07/charlie-and-moonhearts-captured-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Daboolal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959009360494961522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SpwYFuWh0OI/AAAAAAAAABM/W-HtcskkeVM/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5O8TCXeyhUw/SnNlOcREokI/AAAAAAAAAAg/-IeznztFYU4/s72-c/charlie+moonhearts+thunderbeast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
