Genusfrog and myself are taking a week's break from shooting a film. It's nothing to do with scheduling, actually; it's mainly because we ran out of bullets. I mean, heck, anyone knows that shooting films requires a six-barreled shotgun, eight tanks and 5,000 AK-47s. at the very least. You didn't know that? You putz. Go to film school.
Cass McCombs - Pregnant Pause (from Dropping the Writ) [BUY]
If you own a stable, its best to evict your prized mare and make room for this nestling, plaintively picked popper. Unless your mare also picks up the harmonica.
This Poison - Poised Over The Pause Button (from Cd86: 48 Tracks from the Birth of Indie Pop)
So apparently, while contemplating whether to hit the pause button, indie poppers are prone to don floral skirts and shake maracas. No wonder their DVD players stuff up so quickly.
Couch - Alle Auf Pause (from Profane) [BUY]
Who said post-rock is always scrawny and wussy? Done German-style, it's most buff and ultra-efficient, tqvm. Jonsi should start eating schnitzels.
Stereolab - Pause (from Transient Random-Noise Bursts With Announcements) [BUY]
Delicate whispers, quaint pads and then, abruptly, a mash of atonal feedback; Stereolab sure know how to reenact conversations with girlfriends.