Wavves – Bug

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Mater Suspiria Vision – Inauguration of a New H (feat. Marina Dellamore)

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Unknown Mortal Orchestra – Ffunny Ffrends

The lovely Sailor Jerry ladies

Nick Tomb Crew in action

Post Raveisms from CRIM3S

3 to 1 girl to guy ratio, yes please!

Mopsters represent!

The big bad Spooky Bizzle and his lady Kristen

Мишка UK massive

#1 H.E.N.C.H. man Jakes on the buttons

September 9, in collaboration with Bump, we welcomed our Fall 2011 collection with a bang! The weekly party welcomed a line up straight from the pages of our recent UK lookbook featuring a live performance from CRIM3S; dj sets from Tomb Crew, Alix Perez, Darq E Freaker, Spooky and Jakes.

A bass infused night with a line around the block and packed house full of girls and mopsters unlike any American streetwear sausage party! If you would like to see more from the night check out Bump’s Facebook galleries and keep watch for a special video reportage including exclusive artist interviews.

Keep Watch Coaches Jacket In Cardinal ($179.00)

My favorite porn clip is of this adult performer named Marie McCray taking a shower and then her coach comes into the locker room, goes through her stuff and then confronts her while she’s showering. After a show of mock surprise she decides to let him fuck her in exchange for an A in gym I think. I usually skip past the opening of porn movies but this one I usually watch. There are some women in porn that you watch and jag it too and then there are some that you fall in love with and could see yourself in a relationship with despite them having fucked like a thousand guys or more. Could you see yourself in a relationship with your favorite adult actress and not occasionally get mad remembering the scenes where they’re so glazed with the jazz of multiple gents that they look like donuts?

So Marie McCray ends up having sex with her muscular coach for about twenty minutes in about every position. Even though I’m an adult I wonder if that’s how other people do it. I mean, I’ve had some times where we did a lot in one time but most of the sex is just one or two positions and whatever requires as little cleaning up afterwards. Are most people cumming on bitches faces EVERY time? Should I be doing that more? I feel like that’s something you can’ do the first time with a girl unless you are both really drunk.

Keep Watch Coaches Jacket In Black ($179.00)

Back to Marie Mccray. She’s this really slender redhead and I have a thing about redheads these days. She’s not the most dynamic performer but she’s got this really graceful figure and I think she looks like James Jean drawing. For some reason I get the sense that she dresses really badly when she’s not having sex on camera, like sweatpants and T-shirts she gets for free from the companies she works for.

I think I went on way too long about my inner life and my jerk off times. This coat is great for men who want to fuck lithe, red headed teenagers in large showers and get away with it. You walk into the club wearing this and all the girls will turn their heads and be thinking coyly “You’re not supposed to be in here…” Or that’s what I’m hoping for anyway.

On a side note, if Marie McCray is reading this and wants one of these coats I’d just like to say that she should look me up if she’s in New York because I can get her free clothing and I have cocaine.

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Omar Souleyman – Haflat Gharbia: The Western Concerts (2011) [Sublime Frequencies] // Grade: B+

It’s more likely than not that at some point you’ve read or heard speak of Syrian songbird Omar Souleyman. Ringing any bells? At any rate, this should refresh your memory. Ah, yes it’s that Arab with the aviators once again with a docu-album that’ll rule you with expansive harmonium and groovy vocalization. Lets make it known here and now that Haflat Gharbia: The Western Concerts along with all of his former releases are not even slightly synonymous with the flat, dried-out Dabke pumped through the loudspeakers at a hookah lounge, so don’t even bother comparing them.

I’ll save you the rigamarole of explaining his long-lasting success in his homeland and why after some insurmountable number of releases, his poetry has finally been noticed, welcomed, and revered amongst perceived ethno-musicologists, world music fanatics, and young cosmopolitan types, that’s just the way shit panned out. This acknowledgement brought touring, as to be expected, and it is as a result of this rigorous travel, from the States to the UK, outward to Europe, and around to Australia during the peak years of 2009 – 2011, that we are gifted this elite setlist of sorts. Haflat Gharbia: The Western Concerts is, essentially, a best-of bundle of elongated jam sessions and go-to hits performed for various audiences during his techno-fueled pilgrimage.

The live recordings are impeccable with the din of the crowd only accentuating the energized flow of the performances. As to be expected, the record is not the tops when it comes to Omar’s discography but fans new or old won’t have any trouble cutting a rug or two to songs such as “Gazula/Shift al Mani [I Saw Her]” or “Haram [Forbidden: I Signal, You Deny]“. I found myself becoming more and more inclined to bump the respectively slower jigs, “Mendel [I Don't Know]” or “Baghdad Araby”, in my home as keyboardist Rizan Sa’id and electronic saz-man Ali Shaker uplifted me into meditative rapture.

Are you sold on this dude yet? If not, all it takes is some herb and a fold-out chair… this disc will do the rest.

This week there will be no High Five and you’ll instead be treated to the Bloglin’s original countdown, Hateball’s “My Top 5.”

So what’s the big idea, son? We don’t hear from you for, like, months, and then it’s twice in a week? I mean…jeez. It’s almost like it’s someone’s birthday and almost like they asked you if you could throw some posts up to, like, fill, while they attempted their first day off in, like, months.

Rilly. Seriously.

It’s like that (headslide) and that’s the way it is. Almost exactly. Here I am….typing from my lap, with a twin-toothed monster chomping at my toes…getting a post or two up this week so as to pitch in and let someone relax. Like, way relax. Chillax, even.

And, while we’re pitching in, I figured I’d write about a shared interest that this person and I have, so boom. My Top 5: Spider-Man covers.

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5. Amazing Spider-Man #306 (Humbugged) // Illustrated by Todd McFarlane

Throwaway storyline. All the 300 shit has sort of died down. Now what? Let’s Biggie-Tupac on some Action Comics shit. If you count backwards from 328 (which subsequently led to Spider-Man #1, which very shortly thereafter led to something called Spawn and Image Comics) you can sort of imagine Todd McFarlane staring at himself in the mirror of his helicopter living room and telling himself how awesome he is/was. Which, at this specific moment, he was. #mcSwag #ballFarlane

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4. Spider-Man #23 (Revenge of the Sinister Six) // Illustrated by Erik Larsen

Gog, dude. Gog. Have you ever read ‘Revenge of the Sinister Six’? This is Erik Larsen on some HUGE Scottie Pippen shit. Jordan’s gone, son. Time for someone to step up and fill some shoes. Fill some damn big shoes. This storyline is so fucking epic…it kind of takes away from Kevin Smith’s run on Daredevil…that saga is so weird and diverse and left-field…but this arc is left-fielder.

Read it. Or just look at the covers. But this cover is the best. I mean to say, ALL FUCKING THREE covers of this comic are amazing. Full wraparound, yo. For $1.75. Larsen probably made $900 for writing, pencilling, inking, and covering this issue. How about we reboot back to this moment in time?

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3. Amazing Spider-Man #325 (The Assassin Nation Plot) // Illustrated by Todd McFarlane

As with 306 above, I have little affection or recollection of this story, but it’s Red Skull. This is sort of an epic, all-american Jack Ryan-type cover, and I think it looks boss. The story is probably a little flat, but on the other hand, Todd probably sexed Silver Sable the hell up, so go fig. I love this cover and have always remembered it.

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Dance music from the Netherlands usually takes one of two forms: the stadium-sized trance of Tiesto and Armin van Buuren or the dirty Dutch sound popularized by Afrojack and Chuckie. For whatever reason, some of the most mainstream electronic dance music originates from the land of tulips and windmills. For those of us who like our electronic music deeper, darker, and served up with more bass, there is a Dutchman to the rescue.

Мишка is proud to present Keep Watch Vol. XXIX, curated by none other than Bart B More. Bart van der Meer (the B More moniker has nothing to do with Baltimore) has been making a name for himself with his techno-electro house bangers for a few years now, from the engine-revving “Brap” to the gypsy swing of “Romane.” His remixes – for artists like Chocolate Puma, Drop the Lime, and Crookers – consistently tear up the Beatport charts. Whether you know it or not, you’ve definitely danced to one of his tracks. Accordingly, this hour-long mix shows that the Netherlands exports more than music for fist pumps and glow sticks.

The mix is bookended by a pair of tracks that tell you everything you need to know about Bart B More’s sound. First up is the orchestral house of “Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens” by Carte Blanche, the duo comprised of Riton and DJ Mehdi (the mix was completed before Mehdi’s untimely death). Bart closes shop with a stellar rave-throwback, “The Bass,” his second collaboration with Trouble and Bass founder Drop the Lime (after his remix of DTL’s “Sex Sax”). Bart B More may be Dutch, but his sound is pure NYC, from deep house grooves to even deeper bass waves. Keep watch, America; you can catch him as he wraps up his fall tour in Sacramento, San Francisco, and Detroit this weekend. Head after the jump for the full tracklist.

Keep Watch Vol. XXIX: Bart B More by Мишка Bloglin

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Finally we’ve got proof that UFOs exist. This fine, young Serbian man has managed to document evidence of what is irrefutably a UFO. In the picture, seen in the video above, there is a small, dark, line in the sky, or what I like to call (in Serbian, if I could), “for sure a UFO.” He’s also got a bunch of other Serbians, one of whom may or may not be a from the University of Novi Sad saying stuff about the picture. Check this out. There’s no way this is not a thing.

(What’s more, this whole video is in Serbian, hence the vague description above.)

Wild Flag – S/T (2011) [Merge] // Grade: B+

I’m sure there are some people that had no idea Carrie Brownstein, who plays opposite Fred Armisen on Portlandia, played in a band. Largely that was, for almost five years, true. Active since the early 90s, the Pacific Northwest born and bred Brownstein cut her teeth playing guitar in the shaping, all-female group Sleater-Kinney, who after releasing seven albums and amassing a legion of followers and critical praise, called it quits in 2006 after the release of their swan song epic, Woods. Brownstein then laid low musically. After pitching a full-on sketch show inspired by her and friend Armisen’s Internet content, Portlandia was greenlit for IFC and now with the first season wrapped, what better time for her to try and show us her attempts at rediscovering an earlier love. Formed just last year, Wild Flag is the manifestation of filling that musical itch that started as (how she put it in an early blog post) a “maybe” and letting us all know that though her TV show may be cresting from cult status, music in still very much her first and most impacting love.

Comprised of players that have known each other for over a decade, the chemistry is explosive in this supergroup. Made up of former Sleater-Kinney drummer Janet Weiss (also of The Jicks and Quasi), Mary Timony (Helium) and D.C.’s Rebecca Cole (The Minders), Wild Flag deliver a spunky, indie rock sound steeped in the impression of their former piles of round plastic pieces their players are celebrated for. A lively festivity, Wild Flag’s S/T debut (Merge) is a gratifying slice of punk, vintage rock shine and total supergroup bravado. From the start, the collection is transparent with the project’s aspirations- a love letter to musical release. Brownstein says it upfront on opener (and fantastic single),  “Romance.” Supported by her three friends, the singer, direct and paced, pierces at the heart: “We love the sound/the sound is what found us/the sound is the blood between me and you.” It’s this candid and straight sentiment of love profession for the electrically charged pop song that sets the 10-song record to motion. In the video for the track, the band sit around, bored in an office until, all at once, they decamp to a red Volvo, put the CD in the stereo and don novelty masks. The song starts and the ladies proceed to hit a record store (knocking down all new releases but their own), disrupt a basketball game and read Henry Rollins to the elderly. It’s downright fun- just like this record.

Standout tunes are stacked throughout the release and while most of this should come as absolutely no surprise, it’s great to see such established players finding their finesse yet again to construct something so seemingly effortless once at the ears. Ranging from angular, capped punk tunes (“Romance”), playful, raucous rides (“Boom,” “Black Tiles”), expansive growers (“Someone Came Over Me,” “Glass Tambourine”) and bluesy, guitar-forward jams (“Endless Talk,” or “Short Version’s” and its, midway Zeppelin guitar power), there’s a lot to love about this quintet’s eponymous release. After “Wild Flag” finishes, you may be (like myself), so inclined to go back and revisit records from Sleater-Kinney or Helium and this is fine. Just think of the spirit of release in creating something organically with friends as in with any tune from 1996’s Sleater-Kinney debut and remember what’s going on there, 15 years ago, is very much the same exact thing that Wild Flag attempts, and wins at here.

Taking up the reigns to the coastal dispute put on hold following the deaths of Biggie and Tupac, are Hip Hop legends Fabolous and Ray J! Or, Fabolous and Brandy’s brother, as Fab would call him. Shout out to Fab, though. And as is typical of today’s beef, this all started on Twitter, which is cool.

Among claims of having seven Rolls-Royce’s and a whole bunch of other cars that no one asked him about, Brandy’s little brother, Ray J, went off on a tirade yesterday on New York radio station, Power 105.1, regarding some altercation between him and Fabolous. And as if anyone put any stake into Ray J’s claims, Fab called in last night to clarify the event and further embarrass Ray J, who he called “Little Red Riding Hood”. It was too good. Incase you missed all this, here are the highlights of Ray J’s call.

We’re into the thick of the Nirvana Nevermind 20th Anniversarry celebration now! Those of you unaware earlier, the full 4-disc “Super Deluxe” version of Nevrmind leaked (sans the DVD portion). A good chunk of the material isn’t really all that new to both casual and obsessive fans, it’s a lot of B-sides available elsewhere and a live sessions long available on bootlegs. But it does have one incredibly redeeming aspect and that’s disc 3. Disc 3, dubbed “The Devonshire Mixes” is a completely different alternate mix that producer Butch Vig did of the album which ultimately got rejected. Without going into it too much (we’ll have a reviewon it soon) it’s a lot less polished and more in line with In Utero. Definitely interesting to hear and have.

But that’s the only cool thing feed your Nirvana nostalgia frenzy. Vig recently sat down with The Hollywood Reporter to do an interview discussing the band, the album, it’s legacy and working with Cobain. Go read it now.