In which the Moist Graffiti writing staff express their thoughts on new(ish) releases solely through the medium of Japanese poetry. This week – Shy Boys, Estrangers, Drowners, Future Islands, Cloud Nothings, Freddie Gibbs & Madlib
As I, The Sultry Sultan, stated in a previous review, it is becoming more and more difficult to navigate the treacherous waters of indie rock in procurement of new, sonically driven art to paint one’s brain with the brush of forced emotion. After all, that is why we listen—is it not? …to feel. Subconsciously, we…
Oh the new year! Rebirth!! A nu start!!! Here beneath the Moist Graffiti overpass we’ve had a torrid holiday season, what with the Polar Vortex going south, momentous interpersonal relationship developments and infantile ambulatory revelations. Still, we are committed to bringing you, dear reader, an even moist-er year than the previous dampness. As such we…
My sincerest apologies for my prolonged absence, Internet. This sabbatical can be attributed to the fact that my life has been mired with a myriad of mundane obligations, and appointments regarding mutilating my insides Braveheart style, as well as the unbridled lethargy that consumed his highness during your filthy Pagan holidays. Fear not though, dear…
Howdy Interwebs! Welcome to the business casual end of the year when all of humankind slows down to celebrate the good things in life, takes stock of what is important to each and every one of us and gradually expunges the word twerking from our collective consciousness. Except in Syria, South Sudan and CAR, where…
CHAPPY CHANUKKKAH INTERNET. Dr. Socktopus has awoken from a deep turkey coma to spackle a fresh layer of creamy frosted wisdom on the Crumbly Cakes of the Moist Graffiti. I sincerely hope that you enjoyed a restful Danksgiving with family, trusted friends, or strangers downtown at the Star of Hope. Some would say that the…
In which the Moist Graffiti writing staff express their thoughts on new(ish) releases solely through the medium of Japanese poetry. This week – Jimmy Eat World, Delorean, Jake Bugg, Iceage, Villagers, The Duckworth Lewis Method, Death Grips, London Grammar
Hola Internets! It is I, Schnitzel Boogieman /aka Schnitzy B/ aka Schnitz and Stitch/ aka Schnitz B. Goode/ aka The Schnitz John B./ aka Johnny B. Boy/ aka You Are The Generation Who Ate More Pork And You Get What You Deserve, if you’re not into the whole brevity thing. I’m here to spit out…
In which the Moist Graffiti writing staff express their thoughts on the week’s new(ish) releases solely through the medium of Japanese poetry. This week – Arcade Fire; The Bishops; The Dodos; Primal Scream; The Black Hollies; Grizzly Bear; Bun B and … Arcade Fire Jesus christ! formatting! Epic, Serious Montreal People Make Long, Lifeless, Dirge…
SALUTATIONS INTERNET. Dr. Socktopus is back from the Syrian DMZ to engrave another medium-rare review on the Titanium Tablets of the Moist Graffiti. It was with great ecstasy that I recently experienced Blue Chips II, the latest mixtape from duo Action Bronson a/k/a Dr. Lecter* a/k/a Dr. Baklava a/k/a Bronsolino** and the revered Party Supplies a/k/a…
Greetings once more cyberspace! How lovely you all look today and, may I say, how fine your fingers feel caressing my smooth keyboard. Last week I set out to address some of the big questions in life – Does God Exist? Are Hawkwind Actually Any Good? Does God Like Hawkwind? What’s For Dinner Anyway? Is…
WHAT UP INTERNET? Before we commence to melting your brain in a good way, I must apologize for not carving a fresh groove on the Holy Hagiographies of the Moist Graffiti last week. Although there are no acceptable excuses for failing to provide 100% pure powdered journalism on a weekly basis, unfortunately I was busy…
Sometimes the strongest proof that there might be higher beings watching over our earthly deeds comes when the universe displays such glee in shitting on us. We’ve all heard tales of the athlete celebrating his* accomplishments too early, the famous person throwing away a promising career by losing their human decency, that no smoking sign…
In which the Moist Graffiti writing staff takes on the week’s new(ish) releases through the medium of Japanese poetry. This week – Oneohtrix Point Never; Savages; La Luz; The Fratellis; The Avett Brothers; Of Montreal; Panic! At The Disco Ambient music. Bits, blips, drones, beats and whispers puts me to sleep. Ahhhhhh MG Rating :…
TEN YEARS is a long damn time, internet. Yet it has been that long and some change since Ben Gibbard and Chris Walla released Transatlanticism, Death Cab for Cutie’s fourth, best*, and certainly most famous-est LP. When albums that enjoyed as much critical success (and spots on The O.C. OST) as Transatlanticism did turn ten, a deep yearning to revisit…
