Quick Toots – Recent Favorites from Smells Like Pop


A lovely and complete album from Dan Bejar and company with punchy drums and bass á la New Order and atmospheres from Disintegration-era Cure. Only criticism? It’s too short. Get it!

The Smiths
I Know It’s Over (Demo)

This demo recording from The Queen is Dead brings out the drums and bass and makes you think the band is performing live right in front of you. Release ALL the demos!

LCD Soundsystem
American Dream

They said they were through. They went out with a bang. Then, years later there was a single. Then another. And now a full album of new songs from one of our favorite bands. Not their best LP, but a solid and welcome addition to their library.

A Place of Greater Safety

Luna is back again with an album of instrumentals. I thought I’d miss Dean Wareham’s vocals gently guiding the songs along, but this is a nice album for listening to while working. Or thinking. Or just doing nothing.

Undulating, padded guitars and hints of echoing percussion lull the listener into thinking that this may be another album in the mold of Eno's Music for Films. Nice. Then abruptly the songs take on the seeming structures of rock and pop from his Here Come the Warm Jets period. Yes! But, that was just another feint in a different direction, as the "songs" take on a lovely and spaced-out electronic/trance shape. But, what's this? Raw electric guitar slicing through on “2 Forms of Anger”. Yet, as one would expect from the man who brought African rhythms and song structure to pop music via the Talking Heads and his collaborations with David Byrne and others, it still doesn't sound like traditional Western music. The rhythms are trance-inducing and the melody is almost completely ethereal. Each subsequent track is like an exploratory scouting party, moving forward, and then just when you get comfortable, the...

We went away for a while, but now we're back. Back in black We hit the sack We've been too long, we're glad to be back Yes we're let loose from the noose that's kept us hanging about We keep looking at the sky 'Cause it's gettin' us high Forget the hearse 'cause we'll never die We got nine lives Cat's eyes Usin' every one of them and running wild....