Bri Blahg… Music News Round Up Thursday August 20

20 08 2009

by Brian Phillips (@BrianBlahg)

As I write I’ve fired up Jay Reatard’s “Watch Me Fall” album. It’s not bad. The faux British accent is a little annoying, but that’s just nitpicking. He’s been listening to a lot of Wire I believe. Not a world changing record, but it’s good clean fun. Strongest track may be the last one “There Is No Sun,” a slab of sad eyed, chime-y power pop. And on now to the news of the day:

Super group Them Crooked Vultures have leaked some studio footage. It’s nigh impossible these days to maintain the mystery in any project, but it seems they’ve done a good job in this case.

Meanwhile Stereogum reports on their second ever live appearance.

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Bri Blahg… I Won’t Let Jack White Manipulate Me… I Won’t Let Jack White Manipulate Me

15 07 2009

by Brian Phillips (@BrianBlahg)


Here’s how it would go down if you went grocery shopping with Jack White: You have your list scrawled on the back of a credit card company come-on envelope. Check book, already balanced, back pocket, Jack White, jeans empty, shotgun. You even ask Jack White if he wants to add anything to your list. “Nah” Jack White says. Jack White doesn’t need anything. Cart in hand strolling down the aisles, Jack White follows two and a half steps behind silent, blithely taking in the ice cream cone boxes, clam juice, and varieties of hot house tomatoes. Returning home from the grocery store you begin to put the groceries away and realize you’ve purchased nothing from your list. You managed to unknowingly fill your shopping cart with only things Jack White would have purchased for himself.

The point of all this of course is that as much as I’ve enjoyed Jack White’s company the past decade or so, I have never escaped the feeling that he’s been manipulating us. With an ever so slight Mona Lisa smirk he lied about Meg White being his sister, and knowing the truth, we continued to believe it anyway. We told each other that White Stripes records were unearthed outside an old sharecropper shack in Greenville, Mississippi though our right minds knew it to be a lie. We feted The Racontuers as we would a super group knowing all the while that the only “super” in the band was Jack White. Didn’t matter.

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