Molars Made with no audience in mind.

If you love a plant, set it free

Can you not get into this groove? Corollary question: why would you not desire to get into this groove? It is a downcast groove, sliding, sure, but it's there, it's supportive in its way, it's accommodating. Guitar and horns say, Welcome, friend, sit yourself right there, you look tired, take the best spot on the couch. Do you want a beer? Help yourself to the snacks there on the table. Casual and charming. Low-key as hell. Like a bizarro Steely Dan, but way less fussy. The Spirit of Hang-outs presides over this album.

[BUY The Band]

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Greyhounds at Cafe Van Kleef

Jay Som’s Everybody Works is one of the best albums I’ve heard in 2017. 100% enjoyable from beginning to end. There are the songs that rush, like Take It and 1 Billion Dogs, full of energy and the spirit of Yo La Tengo at their most sprightly; carefully observed songs like The Bus Song, Baybee, and One More Time, Please (which has what sounds like a beautiful little piano move that reminds me of early Microphones tracks); and songs like (BedHead) and For Light that are slow and striking and elegiac. This is an album packed with ideas and awesome melodies and it all flies by so fast. So many good lines too--one that just popped into my head, from Remain, "Our pinkie promises/were never meant for this."

Everybody Works is that rare type of album that’s both immediately rewarding and stands up to repeated and intense listening. I’ve been listening to the album once a day or more for the past month and a half and I’m still finding new things about it that I love. This album definitely deserves a ton of attention.

[BUY Everybody Works]

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The Taste of Hellheat

Walking in Austin, through frightening heat. To a grocery store for a $6 bottle of water to share between 5 people. The streets were full. Partiers, revelers, motorcycles. Everything radiated. We walked and wandered. Barbecue at a place down the street. One of us didn’t love the okra. Someone broke the glass on the front door of the place we were staying—not us. Outside, smoking cigarettes, talking for the sake of talking, listening to the conversations of passersby. Cold beers inside. We watched the Euros when we could, through the doors of bars and on the TVs in the airport.

[BUY Reproduction, Knife in the Water's excellent new album]

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