One of my favorite things about going to Amherst as opposed to, oh, I don’t know… Williams… is the fact that Northampton is the second most popular stop for musicians on tour in New England (after Boston). Although the concerts have always been great in my three years thus far at Amherst, I think this [...]

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This video is pretty adorable. But I can’t help but wonder: where the fuck is The Count?! Isn’t this kind of his turf?

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I managed to avoid listening to the “song of the summer,” Katy Perry’s “I Kissed A Girl,” for a long time, but it finally got to me a few days ago. At first I found it really kind of offensive, but now I can’t help but wonder if there’s (slightly) more here than meets the [...]

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Spotted: counter-culture meets counting money. A re-recording of The Moldy Peaches’ “Anyone Else But You” (made semi-famous in Juno), with new fun lyrics about vacation, in a commercial for Seaworld.
Kimya Dawson and Adam Green, have you no shame? It was kind of kitsch and meta and acceptably ironic when Of Montreal sold “Wraith Pinned to the [...]

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This is a particularly busy finals period for me (is it even finals period yet? ugh), as evidenced by the fact that I’m typing this while literally surrounded by a little fortress of books. Therefore, for this week’s article I’ve turned the blog over to a far less frazzled Amherst alum, and incidentally one of [...]

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The self-titled debut album of Santogold (née Santi White, and a Wesleyan alum) is coming out this week, and received a favorable nod from the Times. I can’t say I don’t appreciate someone who sounds a lot like M.I.A. but is also, how shall I say… sort of melodic.

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Out this week is the fantastic, self-titled fourth album by Robyn, a Swedish singer who Wired recently dubbed the “anti-Britney” — insofar as they’re both blonde singers, but Robyn has made polar opposite career choices. What it all adds up to is that she hasn’t yet “sold out” or “gone fucking nuts,” and is therefore [...]

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There’s nothing the indie rock blogosphere loves more than a “supergroup.” Supergroups are composed of prominent members of even more prominent bands (or occasionally solo artists), so not only are they generally pretty decent, but more importantly to dyed-in-the-wool hipsters, you can name drop like crazy:
Hipster: Hey baby, check out this new Wolf Legs record. [...]

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