| Douglas Martin’s Dirty Shoes: Clash of the Fossils | February 19, 2013 |
Douglas Martin is Archbishop of the beach. It takes a true gift to be highly skilled but still seem lazy, which was the big draw of Beach Fossils’ 2010 self-titled debut. Dustin Payseur studied the intricate arrangements of jazz and classical and crafted them into a leisurely rooftop party. While each guitar and bass line […]
| Douglas Martin’s Dirty Shoes: Young Circles – “Hellhound Sights” | January 18, 2011 |
Douglas Martin writes songs based around the summertime, holding a nine, splitting Vega’s in half. It’s a common theme for musicians– especially new-school sound architects unconcerned with the “old-hat” art of songwriting– to be subconsciously influenced by their surroundings, which most of the time is primarily decided upon by the climate of the artist’s region. […]
| The Top 50 Albums of 2010 (#30-21) – Sponsored by the Lawrence Welk Show | December 22, 2010 |
Good morning…. 30. Beach Fossils – Beach Fossils – [Captured Tracks] Beach Fossils practically set themselves up to fail in the unflattering glare of critical spotlight. A lo-fi-ish (groan) Brooklyn band (groan) playing sun-kissed post-punk (GROAN), reaching for the indie zeitgeist by practically naming themselves after the go-to overused inspiration for most run-in-the-mill indie bands […]
| The Top 50 Albums of 2010 (#50-1) – Sponsored by the Arthur Murray Party | December 20, 2010 |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hlrN3tt62BI You’re always welcome at an Arthur Murray dance party. 50. DaVinci – The Day the Turf Stood Still – [SWTBRDS] A cursory skim of The Day the Turf Stood Still might convince you that DaVinci is the latest underground talent from New York, but the longtime Fillmore resident reps San Francisco through and through. […]
Douglas Martin never really had a crush on Tiffany. Or Molly Ringwald. It’s safe to say Ryan Lynch knows a thing or two about nostalgia. In his primary employment as the guitarist of Girls, he assists in delivering heart-on-sleeve quasi-sock-hop music for kids neither old nor knowledgeable enough to remember Elvis Costello in his prime. […]
The most annoying aspect of writing about indie rock is having to deal with the glut of ironic band names. There are Girls and there are Women, and both of which have too many Y chromosomes to be accurate. It would be nice if The Muslims hadn’t changed their name to The Soft Pack […]
