BY MATT CARNEY | Updated: Fri, Nov 13, 2015
A band that originated in Oklahoma confirmed via Facebook Friday evening that it was in Paris but unharmed. Originally formed in Stillwater, Other Lives are scheduled to support the band Belle and Sebastian Thursday, Nov. 19 at a venue in Paris, according to the music website Songkick. An official statement was posted to Other Lives' Facebook account Friday evening that read "We're in Paris, and we're safe. Words cannot describe this atrocity. All of our thoughts are with the people in France." Jonathan Mooney, a member of the band, also updated his Facebook account Friday evening saying that he was safe.
BY MATT CARNEY | Published: Mon, Oct 12, 2015
It's October's very own.
BY MATT CARNEY | Published: Thu, Sep 10, 2015
And now, a post-mid-year look-back on 2015's standout records. Overall they could use a little more cowbell, but I ain't complaining. Rae Sremmurd — “SremmLife” Atlanta continues its reign as rap's most fun-having city, post-Bay Area hyphy. Courtney Barnett — “Sometimes I Sit and Think, and Sometimes I Just Sit” Come for the wiggly power-pop and lip-curling grunge, stay for the unassuming songwriting wit. Father John Misty — “I Love You, Honeybear” It should be so easy to ignore a songwriter dude as bitter and caustic as Tillman but, #damnitstrue. Carly Rae Jepsen — “E•MO•TION” Carly Rae one-upped Taylor for dedication to the ‘80s on a record that's about as good as big-budget pop
BY MATT CARNEY | Published: Thu, Aug 27, 2015
Can you feel it? I can feel it. New tracks, baby! Lil B & Chance The Rapper — “Amen” Chicagoan Chance the Rapper was part of a collaboration earlier this year that released an excellent record “Surf” under the name Donnie Trump and the Social Experiment. Last week he followed up on that by putting out a freebie mixtape in collaboration with the prolific Bay Area rapper Lil B, titled “Free (Based Freestyles Mixtape)” that proves the two to be a really provocative combination. Chance's rapid-fire onomatopoeia and heavily rhythmic style serve as foil to Lil B's slurry, slow rapping, which so often seems to pursue a certain mood or broader thematic idea greater than the literal meaning of the words he's saying.
By Matt Carney email@example.com Staff Writer | Published: Thu, Aug 20, 2015
Trapped somewhere between hagiography, period piece, roadtrip film and feature drama, "The End of the Tour" struggles in its attempt to capture a picture of the late author David Foster Wallace.
BY MATT CARNEY | Published: Tue, Aug 11, 2015
Or: What Kacey Musgraves and Lil B have in common.
BY MATT CARNEY | Published: Wed, Jul 29, 2015
It’s hot but these songs are cool. Let’s get right into it. Julia Holter — “Feel You” Wispy and delicate, Los Angeles singer Julia Holter’s vocal delivery is a quirky one. Run your eyes over the lyrics to her new song “Feel You,” which she posted to her website, they read more like abstract poetry than tightly organized verses, freely running from one idea to the next. Holter’s lines spill into each other the way tributaries feed into a river. I can’t put my finger on it but something about “Feel You” reminds me of Van Morrison.
BY MATT CARNEY | Published: Wed, Jul 15, 2015
Are we all simply products of our environment? Cheap trinkets riding assembly lines, endowed our inclinations, preferences and predispositions by indifferent powers beyond our control? Or do we make our own destinies, each a little Magellan in search of his and her own path across the world? I ask because last week I flew to Colorado and saw Steely Dan play the Red Rocks Ampitheater. On the one hand, the dedication of considerable resources —vacation days, airfare, concert tickets, standing in place in a cold rain for several hours, $8.50 per 16-ounce cup of Fat Tire— would seem to be my own attempt to manifest a destiny spent enjoying seamless, liquid-gold 70s hits about lecherous old men partying in
BY MATT CARNEY | Published: Thu, Jul 2, 2015
New songs? New songs! Let's get right to it.
BY MATT CARNEY | Published: Wed, Jun 17, 2015
HBO Now’s been a total gamechanger in the Carney household of one. After guzzling (or rather, re-guzzling) “Game of Thrones,” my attention turned to “The Wire,” the network’s much-acclaimed and ethically knotty mid-aughts police drama, where the good guys aren’t so obvious to spot and the drug dealers keep pet fish. (Seriously, how is it possible not to empathize with somebody who cares as much about his fish as Wee-Bey does?) Like a Flying Lotus record it’s dense, a thick strata of show formed by its many, many characters’ thin layers of perspective. But the overwhelming volume of differing perspectives on crime and policing in Baltimore isn’t what makes “The Wire” great.