Jaill- Traps

If you're looking for a garage rock version of The Shins, look no further. The vocals are grittier, the guitars are crunchier, the sound is overall bombast compared to the introspective, orchestral leaning of James Mercer. Traps hasn't left my disc player in two weeks, I keep finding myself going back for more.

Buy this record when you need to add a fifth teaspoon of sugar to your coffee.

www.jaillonline.wordpress.com

Cailfornia Wives- Art History

Basically, an uptempo version of American Analog Set that teeters on the edge of twee-pop innocuousness. Their sound works best on "Better Home", with a vaguely Fleetwood Mac feel: muted, pulsing guitar strumming and angelic "oh-oh-oh" background vocals, that provide the perfect compliment to a convertible car ride down Sunset Strip, or in California Wives case, a cruise around their hometown Chicago Loop's Lake Shore Drive. It's a well-produced record with some satisfying moments but ultimately elicits an anesthetized listening effect.

Buy this record if the squeaky hinge needs some oil.

www.myspace.com/californiawives

23 Best Records of 2012, So Far, That I Haven't Heard Of

23. Slivers- Something Crawls
22. Death Balls- Ride The Pony
21. The Ice Cream Clouds- Mostly Sunny With A Chance Of Sprinkles
20. Bear On A Wolf's Bidet- Derivations
19. My Asscrack- Casual Eruptions
18. The Deacon Bishops- Pawn in the Frond of a Jeweled Magic Wand
17. Bylton Clynton- Mid-Southern Man
16. Los Beer Goggles- I Pee Me
15. Ex-Girlfriend- You Fucking Ruined My Life
14. Childless Couples- Sheer Bliss
13. My Mailman- Some Days You Show Up, Some Days You Don't, What's the Deal?
12. The Bloggers- The Sound of My Own Voice
11. PPPOOPOO1122- Personal Movements
10. Kid Combine & the Tractor Trailer Assembly Line Leader- Guided By Voices
  9. Hep C- It Took An Ocean of Needles To Keep Me From Drinking
  8. Cynthia Watkins- Ripples in Tides of Pools
  7. ROTC- Not the Army: Right On Toking Corporal
  6. Kim & Kanye- The Biggest Assholes
  5. Disemboweled Kitten Fetus- This is How You Spell Evil
  4. Prentiss, Somers, & Whitbey- Aperitifs in the Study
  3. SPAzz- Irony and Detachment
  2. Foxy Lickers- Barbados
  1. Mash Up & On Your Face- Stop It

Poolside- Pacific Standard Time

A band that feels as if it's been together since the advent of dance music creates the ultimate summer record of 2012, It's particularly fitting that they're named Poolside, how has that name not been used already? It's actually two DJ/producers from LA who've conjured up this sublime slab of nu-disco, chock full of supremely digestible dance grooves, and this is actually their first proper record together. Requisite hand claps and novelty dance beats abound but there's enough heady production to keep the listener curious, and engaged.  Bonus spins for turning Neil Young's "Harvest Moon" into a stone-cold lounge classic.

Buy this record if you wanna feel what it feels like to feel good, and you like to dance.

poolsidemusic.com

Duran Duran- Arena

Duran Duran was one of the first non-metal bands I got into as a budding teenager. My slow segue way  from Judas Priest, Icon, and Scorpions cut-off tees into Spandau Ballet leisure suits was abetted by my friend Mike. He indoctrinated me into the cult of Frankie Goes To Hollywood's "Relax" while conning me into believing I'd meet girls at a Wham concert in Philly, a show that saw them opening, AND closing, with "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go". But at Mike's house, the recurring soundtrack to our suburban malaise was always Duran Duran's Arena, a live record culled from their Sing Blue Silver tour after the release of their Seven and the Ragged Tiger album. Full of really weak vocals from Simon LeBon, ham-fisted riffs from Andy Taylor, and a hastily produced single, "Wild Boys", thrown into the middle of a live set?, it's clear that without the visual images of young attractive Brits to accompany flimsy ditties of unquenchable sex drive, the music loses its vitality. A few DD nuggets are included, "Is There Something I Should Know", "Hungry Like the Wolf", "Save A Prayer", but the exclusion of their hits "Rio", "Girls On Film", and "Reflex" is inexplicable ("Rio" and "Girls On Film" were included as part of the 2004 reissue). John Taylor, Duran Duran's other token pretty boy, is the most musically competent in the group, steadying the band with some fortified bass licks, and free-flowing locks. Arena is one for the vaults, meaning it should literally be sealed in a vault and forgotten about.

Buy this record if you're trying to make sense of your youthful transgressions.

www.duranduran.com

Fergus & Geronimo- Funky Was the State of Affairs

Pop regurgitators engage in pure self-indulgence on this new release. They've quickly segued from garage rockers aping Rolling Stones riffs to a bastardized amalgamation of The Mothers of Invention & Devo, tossing a little New York No Wave into the mix as they navigate a world of aliens, Roman Numerals, and wiretapping on this lo-fi concept album.  Endearing in a "we don't give a shit what anyone thinks" kind of way, ineffectual on a fundamental "we're gonna run with this alien concept idea" level.

Buy this record if your braces start vibrating morse code messages.

hardlyart.com/fergusandgeronimo.html

Twin Shadow- Confess

The chorus for the opening track "Golden Light" sounds eerily similar to the Gerard McMann penned "Cry Little Sister", which many of you would recognize as the theme song for the movie The Lost Boys. Twin Shadow's George Lewis looks vaguely vampirish on the Confess cover and I could imagine him performing The Lost Boys theme song himself if he had been making music back in the 80's. His music is one giant homage to the slickly overproduced hits of that decade. Twin Shadow's success is also allowing Lewis to live out his James Dean motorcycle rebel fantasy, and I must say, the looks suits him just fine. One of the interesting aspects to Lewis' music is the contrast between his guitar playing and his reliance on synth-laden hooks. After seeing Twin Shadow play live it's obvious that Lewis is a very competent guitarist, but buries his playing under a pile of new wave keyboard notes. It's this infatuation with dated sounds that is, at once, both charming and limiting. Prince is also a deceptively agile guitar player who, having always placed song structure above personal affectations, wavered through personas and his own genre nostalgia: soul and funk music. If the comparison between the two has not already been made, it should.  Confess provides more of the same, sonically and thematically, as the debut record Forget, but doesn't display much musical progression. Confess feels like the result of a lot of time on the road, writing at rest stops and in flea bag hotels, recording on a couple off days, touring again, a little writing, recording again while on holiday, etc. I hope that Mr. Lewis finds the time to rest and chart out a musical course because he has the potential for a long and fulfilling career.

Buy this record if you're recruiting future soccer stars from Middlesbrough secondary schools.

twinshadow.net