Showing posts with label Rhye. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rhye. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Jam of the Day | Autre Ne Veut - Play by Play


If there is a musical equivalent to the heroin bender – I’m teetering on the edge of overdose. And the scary thing is, I started 2k13 out clean as a whistle. All up on that wagon, riding chin up down an indie-rock-purist-road. But fuck if I didn't take a little taste of this 80’s/90’s pop revival that’s just now starting to infect the masses, and like they say, once you pop, you can’t stop. Or is it you can’t eat just one...whatever snack slogan you choose to use – the sweet nectar entered my veins and immediately took the reins, steering me down a road of dance beats and R&B goodness. I need an intervention.

Or do I? True – my pill-hopper is overflowing with everything from Rhye to Twin Shadow, but this shit just feels so good. And as addictions go, it’s starting to spiral. Especially after I mixed in a little Autre Ne Veut into the daily regimen – I’ve achieved the perfect mix of upper and downer. Work has started to suffer but my relationships have really flourished.

Take, for example, “Play by Play” below. But be forewarned if you have an addictive personality. This may be the start of something major. Awesome. But major.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Jam of the Day | Rhye - Open


I often get the feeling I was reincarnated -- and while colonial houses and old smells bring up a strong sense of nostalgia, nothing seems to provoke those deja vu-ish  feelings quite like soul music from the late 1970's. And to take that one step further, if I had to guess how I died in said-former life, I'd quickly say in a car accident while driving a tan Chevrolet Nova.  That one is beyond me, but it's just part of the narrative that plays out every time I hear "Across 110th Street" by Bobby Womack.  Maybe it soundtracked my final moments as a disco-addicted jive-turkey.  Or maybe I'm just weird.

The Rhye album evokes a similar feeling for me - although it's more early eighties Sade' than funky-bass soul. Either way, our Jam of the Day and it's corresponding video, evokes all sorts of odd pangs. Maybe it's the fire on the beach, or a cold weekend by the sea. Either way, Mike Milosh and Robin Hannibal have created something truly soulful and magical here.

What do you think she feels in the video? What's going on there?