The Bloodbuzzed Jukebox Week 232

Finally it's Friday! Also, this weekend we have an extra day off due to Saint John festivity, so before heading to relax in the mountains (yes, we aren't fans of fireworks and the noise that goes along with this party) we bring you another round of our beloved TOP TEN JUKEBOX. Ten excellent songs for those who decide to have a different soundtrack to celebrate the summer solstice. Surely, it isn't the most mainstream music, although if you are regular followers of this blog, you already know that we love to search for new groups and rhythms against trending music tides. In any case, we urge you to press play and have a really nice weekend. And remember, all the songs are available at our Soundcloud. (Join Us!)

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Primavera Sound 2016 in brief, day 3

Here comes the second of our quick chronicles of how is Primavera Sound 2016 developing for us. After the first post devoted to Wednesday and Thursday, it's time for what many stated as the main on this edition, Friday 3rd (also known, not our case though, as the 'Radiohead day'). Keep the music coming!

The Good

A ton of good music: That's why Primavera Sound can't be beat. Yesterday in a journey that could have lasted longer (options were everywhere) I manage to see 11 gigs (9 in full).
Primavera a la Ciutat/Day Pro (part II): Like on the previous briefing, I began the day at midday at CCCB, having the chance of seeing live 3 acts and attending a conference. And what a trio of great live shows they were! Big Summer put a flawless, rock-solid show as expected (check their latest album 'Trigger', you won't regret it). Julien Baker was terrific in her disarming, affecting solo offer (can't believe her age). And Cass McCombs showed his range as musician on a gig that deserved much more time. Fabulous way to head into the Fòrum.

Julien Baker, blossoming folk. Photo: Bloodbuzzed

Glimpses of brilliance: On a day so stocked with music it's hard to choose particular acts, and several concerts had memorable moments. The crazy fun that is watching Titus Andronicus (The Pogues meeting The Clash) and Royal Headache (what a collection of effervescent, immediate tunes Shogun and Co. have already) live. Beirut's 'Postcards from Italy' and 'The Riptide'. The glorious interpretation of 'The Age of the Understatement' from the Puppets. Savages' Jehnny Beth giving all that she has inside, once and again, to reach the audience...

Jehnny Beth honouring the local "castellers" tradition. Photo: Bloodbuzzed

High and higher with Royal Headache. Photo: Bloodbuzzed

Dinosaur Jr.: Yep, we missed Radiohead. But we don't regret it one bit, thanks to Mascis, Barlow and Murph. It was a stormy set. Fierce, epic, straight to the jugular. An hour of guitars, distortion, feedback and throwaway classics. A blast.

The Bad

Massification (part II): "Mordor" (H&M and Heineken stages) was already appalling on previous editions, but this year is simply excruciating. Armies of people just wandering around, transformed into a cast of zombies (alcohol without measure has never been a good idea), and getting anxious when the "big name" approaches. Avoiding both stages much as possible has become a pretty clear strategy, which is quite sad...

The Queen
Ben Watt Band: Didn't know what to expect really... a gig too quiet for Ray-Ban stage and a Festival audience probably? Luckily, how damn wrong I was. Gentle and moody yet on full electric mode, on a combination that, at her rockier moments, didn't sound very far from The War On Drugs or Kurt Vile. Of course, Ben was in such good company it's easy to understand how impeccable was the sound of the gig. Kudos in particular to Bernard Butler, terrific in his guitar playing without going flashy or bombastic, just adding what the tunes needed. 45 minutes of wonderful musics played by truly talented musicians.

Butler & Watt, guitar-driven to wonder. Photo: Bloodbuzzed

Brief of the third and last "big day" of the PS16, Saturday 4th, arriving tomorrow!

The Bloodbuzzed Jukebox Week 67

Despite today is a really important day on a personal level we didn't want to miss the chance to propose you a new TOP TEN playlist. Mixing the rage and ferocity of Titus Andronicus or Cruising with the introspective music of Gliss or the superb new single, perfect R.E.M. style's , of Line & Circle . We invite you to ride the emotional rollercoaster of this new playlist. And remember, it's also available at our Soundcloud, so please join us! 

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Stop Awful Covers 7

The tragedy continues and being honest, it doesn't get any better. I think this might be the worse chapter of the whole Awful Covers Series, regrettably. Don't know what's going on inside the heads of the musicians responsible of the following disasters. Please stop...

ARTWORK ATROCITIES

Dr. Dog: Wild Race EP
Panda Bears are cute, ok. But not combined with tacky fonts and cute additional imagery

Jets Overhead: Boredom and Joy

I easily see the boredom, its looks mightily and annoyingly pink, but where's the joy?

Titus Andronicus: Local Business
More boredom... now in red. Doesn't look like a very promising business

 Jason Lytle: Dept. of Disappearance
Leave the mountains and the album title. The rest can disappear for good

Ty Segall: Twins
Another fine example that artists shouldn't decide about their artwork when drunk or on drugs

The Bewitched Hand: Vampiric Way
One of my personal contenders for worst artwork of the year. Creepy, tacky, horrible colours...

Ms Mr: Candy Bar Creep Show
The artwork fits the album title... I do hope the music doesn't....

Lapko: Love
Here's my interpretation: the naked guy means freedom and joy, the lady means submission, and the bored again means boredom. That could be what the artwork wants to say about love? Well, no, that MY interpretation, because the cover doesn't mean anything

Death Grips: No Love Deep Web

Decided to put the original, uncensored version, because a penis is not the problem. The problem is that no-one would like to have an album with a cover like this at home because it's awful. That's not transgression, that's stupidity.