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Follow Our Bullshit During SXSWPosted by Carter on 03.16.10 | 0 comments

DO YOU GUYS HAVE TWITTER?  WE HAVE TWITTER.  IT'S LIKE FRIENDSTER WITHOUT PHOTOS.  DO YOU GUYS HAVE FRIENDSTER?  WE DON'T.  Well not anymore at least.  The point is we try to at least be entertaining (which usually gets us in trouble) K'Naan's people didn't like the fact we made fun of his suitcase getting gate checked last year.  Look he was the last dude on the plane it was hilarious.  So was his hissy fit.  Read more of our bullshit this year as we attempt to actually work down there.  Maybe this year people will have heard of  continue reading

new Dovecote releases by THE FUTUREHEADS and HOORAY FOR EARTHPosted by DovecoteGeneral on 03.12.10 | 0 comments

Dovecote Records is super excited to announce upcoming releases by Sunderland, England's The Futureheads AND New York by way of Boston's Hooray For Earth.

The Futureheads' new full-length album, The Chaos,  will be released June 1st via Dovecote Records. The Chaos is the band's fourth album and arguably their most riotous to date. Following high-profile tours supporting the likes of The Pixies and Foo Fighters, the four-piece buckled down, penning bold, three-minute, heads-down, pop delicacies. The Chaos was recorded over a  continue reading

THE NEW LUDACRIS IS UNSURPRISINGLY SPECTACULARPosted by Sam on 03.04.10 | 0 comments

Carter and I have been, um, thoroughly enjoying the new Ludacris album, Battle Of The Sexes, largely because of this song.

Do you think this is a metaphorical place, or does Ludacris actually have a dedicated "sex room" in his house? Would'nt that just be his bedroom? Why must they be different? All we learn is that this room has candles, an iPod dock, a blindfold, a bed, and towels. That sounds like a glorified brothel (glorified because it has an iPod dock).

SO MANY QUESTIONS.

Also, if you're looking for another reason  continue reading

I SURVIVED THE MARRIAGE REFPosted by Sam on 03.01.10 | 1 comments

So, Conan's gone. This much we know. But, his current lack of a television show has not stopped the Great Red One from mining for gold in that enormo-dome of his, as evidenced by his newly begun Twitter feed, which, five tweets in, already pwns pretty much everything else on the Internet. Example: "Today I connected all the freckles on my arm with a Sharpie. It spells out RIKSHAZ9LIRK. Clearly I am The Chosen One." I think he's going to be okay. Maybe someone got him a cannabis club membership or something.

Which brings us to tonight.  continue reading

DOVECOTE RELEASES CAST SPELLS - BRIGHT WORKS AND BATON EP ON VINYLPosted by Kosuke on 02.23.10 | 0 comments

 

Hey all!

We are so stoked to announce that on May 4th, Dovecote will be releasing the debut EP from Cast Spells - Bright Works and Baton - on a limited run of beautiful clear vinyl!

For those of you who don't know, Cast Spells is David Davison, frontman of Maps & Atlases, and this will be the first time the EP is available on wax!  It has been re-sequenced to include an extra track called "All Brass" which appeared on a split 7" with Good Old War.  

Bright Works and Baton is available digitally and on CD via Cast Spells' record  continue reading

PRIMAL SCREAM'S XTRMNTR IS MY FAVORITE RECORD AT THIS MOMENT IN TIMEPosted by Sam on 02.23.10 | 0 comments

 

How can you not love an album that begins with a song called "Kill All Hippies"? Like, I used to have long hair and went to Bonnaroo that one time, but such a vitriolic banner phrase cannot go unadmired. And the funny thing is, Primal Scream were kind of hippies. They called their best album Screamadelica, an album that was, essentially, a super trippy record. But, they were (are?) also reckless drug addicts, and reckless drug addicts are self-loathing and self-contradictory and somewhat entertaining and can also be total geniuses.  continue reading

WTF: CONE-SHAPED PIZZA EXISTSPosted by Sam on 02.22.10 | 1 comments

If you didn't hear, cone-shaped pizza has now landed in New York. It looks like that. FOR REAL.

This is both wrong and amazing on a few different levels. Ruminations from a few of those levels below.

On a "Really? In New York City of all places?" level:

Perpetrators of the cone-shaped pizza: In the immortal words of Axl Rose, do you know where the fuck you are? You've taken our beloved slice and turned it into a fucking gimmick, sold out of what looks more like a Pinkberry than a pizzeria. I mean, New York City pizza is already sort of a  continue reading

NO ONE JUMPS AROUND LIKE THIS ANYMORE BECAUSE EMO RUINED THE JUMP-KICKPosted by Sam on 02.16.10 | 0 comments

A story:

When I was sixteen, I went to see The Sex Pistols. Since I wasn't sixteen in 1976, this obviously wasn't prime-era Pistols. Neigh, it was a reunion tour, with original bassist Glen Matlock replacing the dead-as-a-doornail Sid Vicious. It wasn't anything new, really. They'd done a tour like this in 1996 that took them all over the world, though this one was confined to North America for a few weeks of summer dates in amphitheaters. The one I attended–at D.C.'s 9:30 club–was the smallest in size, and the only one to sell out. I  continue reading

THIS GUY LIKES THE SAME STUFF WE LIKEPosted by Sam on 02.10.10 | 0 comments

Mike Shinoda aka the guy in Linkin Park with the gross goatee who played guitar sometimes, rapped poorly a lot, and was like the "calm, collected brain" of the group, loves Absofacto, the new project from Mason Proper's Jonathan Visger. What a hilarious, inconceivable cosign! We knew we had taste!

And come on, don't play like you don't have a copy of Frat Party At The Pancake Festival Lying around somewhere.

Okay, really though, that was the worst title for anything ever written by a human being ever in the history of ever.

WOULD YOU EVER MAKE MUSIC WITH THIS GUY? DIDN'T THINK SOPosted by Sam on 02.09.10 | 0 comments

Awhile ago, I think it might've been last summer, Dovecote overlord Carter sent me a link to the video for ABC's "The Look Of Love," which came out in 1982. The song was...okay–a bit over-exaggerated and unsubtle for my taste–but the video is (was?) fucking unprecedented. Within the first minute, you see a man in lederhosen blowing out of a cardboard Alp horn; a glamorous clown; a flying, singing nun; a rollerskater falling off a bridge; a chattering teeth toy and a ventriloquist dummy lip syncing; someone painting the breast of a very  continue reading