Hit play on the new Tame Impala LP and imagine Kevin Parker in his studio, sitting on a stool with his back against the wall, a single globe burning above him…
“Basically what they’ve done is graciously allowed the weary old body of Pop Music to stay in the tiny universe reserved for Centipede Hz, but only on the condition that it grovels at the feet of the album’s patron saint – a figure imbued with the mystique of Frank Zappa’s moustache, a figure both eternally dark and more radiant than the sun, a figure composed of eclectic mixes of sounds, unique and wild.”
Got the Monday blues? Bleeding Knees Club, those teenage rioters from the Gold Coast, have a little cure for you: a distraction full of low-budget video game awesomeness from our album of the week. PEW! PEW!
“Imagine if instead of water it would rain milk.” Such a musing was the inspiration behind this video from Mauro Remiddi, aka […]
Oy, yew! Git over ‘ere and ‘av a peek at this! Trailer Trash Tracys – who have just claimed our first album […]
How famous is Stephen Malkmus? Have you heard of him? Well, of course you have, because you're a music-literate internet-reading supporter of […]
The undisputed godfather of grime music, Wiley, is back with sixth studio album 100% Publishing, in his most focused attempt at […]
You've been hearing the surf & Western sounds of, uh, The Surf & Western Sounds of Mikelangelo and the Tin Star all […]
We sat down with Adam "Zwi" Zwi and Danny "Danny" Keig of Megastick Fanfare to get the dirt on the creation of […]
In our new regular Q&A feature, we get a little dirt on the making of FBi's Album of the Week (AoTW). […]