What can be said about the Walkmen that has not already been said, other than amazing and Peter Bauer can shimmy with the best of them. I’ve like this band since I was 19, enough said.

C.Aarmé - “Bodybuilding” from World Music

A few years ago, I was bored one night and decided to do some online shopping. I ended up on Amazon looking at random useless junk when I came across a user review of C.Aarmé’s debut Self-Titled from a Nicholas Pyle “Widowmaker Noiseannois”. It read, “this record is tougher than nails. the rhythm section makes me want to kick my way through a brick wall and choke people on the street. they favor single notes over chords (awesome), and the singer is really really pissed about hippies. Sweden rules.” I took the bait and found a appreciation for Sweden’s answer to Black Flag.

After the release of their second album,Vita. I was having trouble finding here in the states and ended up ordering it from their European label. Once it arrived, I found to my surprise a hand written note from the band’s manager, thanking me for buying the recording and informing me that that the band was breaking up, Vita would be their last record. All good things must come to end I thought.

Three years laters, just as randomly had I come across the punk quartet, the band would resurface from their hiatus to release 2009’s World Music. The third installment of what Mr. “Widowmaker Noiseannois” so eloquently described. 

Weekend - Sports

Toro y Moi’s “Still Sound”

On the cusp of 70’s theme music and R&B sits Toro y Moi’s “Still Sound.” A track that will harken everyone back to a time even before Toro y Moi’s Chaz Bundick was born. As the bassline trickles through your head, give into pure sonic bliss.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Bob Log III, a delta bluesman that may actually live in a van down by the river. The cannon ball suit wearing slide guitar wiz gives the term of “one man band” a whole new meaning. He doesn’t only display some prowess on the slide guitar while belting out some non-sense lyrics through a custom contraption, made from an aviation helmet with a mic strapped to his head, he does that all while somehow managing to make use of a kick drum and hi-hat. Watching him play is like seeing Bo Diddley in a sequined jump suit sitting on the shoulders of his drummer while he has his mind in the gutter, hence one of better-known tracks, “Clap Your Tits.” The showman also takes audience participation to whole new level, inviting women and men to sit on his knees while he performs his signature “I Want Your Shit On My Leg.” Or he may just invite you to take a slip of his “Boob Scotch,” a shot of scotch stirred by his or a member of the audience’s nipple. For that night’s festivities no one had partaken of the “Boob Scotch,” but Bob Log III has about twenty shows left on his tour, so I’m sure someone is going to take the bait eventually.