Back in the Saddle Again...

Remember that Aerosmith song? No? Well, it was bad. Here's what's good. We haven't updated in a good long while. We're busy men and we aren't just all about film. Here's some music the Short List folks are checking out these days:

Crystal Castles: So hip it hurts. Hurts so good.
Black Kids: So hip it hurts, not always so good, but it's fun nonetheless.
Fleet Foxes: Some nice, truly inspired melodies and lyrics, the gaps between which are filled with mood-spinning, backwoods America, it's sunny out but we're in a dark barn type stuff. The whole "we're down-homey and of the Earth" got tired in the sixties and then again a few months ago but Robin Pecknold's ear is just unique enough that the harmonies will grab you and hang on for an album's worth.
The New Beck album: It's good. Huh...weird.
Dwight Yoakam: ...shutup. I know I'm alone on this one. Mix the guilty pleasure of Alan Jackson's crap-pop with the reality and depth of Willie Nelson. Anyway, it sounds good live.
Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac: ...pre-Lindsey and Stevie, it was a hardcore white boy blues band. Green, a schizophrenic, made Eric Clapton sound like the dork he was/is.
Public Enemy: The whole catalog, really. I mean, those guys had a lot to say.
Forest Fire: Maybe not the whole album, but "Fortune Teller" reminds us of the good ol' Violent Femmes days.

"He has the sweetest tone I ever heard; he was the only one who gave me the cold sweats." -B.B. King on Peter Green

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