Figured we would try a little something new and add some funk to the mix. Behold the inaugural funk Friday Jam’o’the’Day. You deserve it for making it through another grind, because that's all it is. This song will make the hair on your ass stand up. Get out there and make something of yourself tonight! ~ Niles B.
First heard these guys driving to work on a Monday. I was contemplating either to push forward, or take my car and drive it into the next snow embankment. The weekend had won again. But for a few minutes, it made me sit back and realize that maybe life isn’t so bad! These guys are as felon as they come. And for a couple of kids from Lititz, PA, they absolutely bring it. Enjoy! ~ Niles B.
Hump day deserves a little something that’ll get that leg kickin’ a bit. Whenever I hear this jam I just imagine myself dancing with some hot feminina in a Colombian bar, sweating our asses off. Well, I’d be sweating because I’m naturally a sweater, she’d probably be fine. Anyways.. I’m sure you’ll be adding this to your favorite playlist by the end of the day, if you haven't already. Enjoy! ~ Niles B.
I first heard this song some time ago, late one night on Paledamia and somehow - likely due to the fact I had a lot of beers that night - never thought of it since. Then this week, it came out of nowhere and hit me and I haven't stopped hitting repeat since that very moment. It's one of those jams where you curse your volume knob because you can turn it up any louder. If this jam doesn't get you fired up for a good ol' fashioned Friday, something's wrong with ya. Alabama Shakes - Thank you. TURN IT UP!
In this installment of Righteous Recipes - I explore my mother-of-three's culinary resourcefulness in a hectic, internet-less, cell-phone-less, 90's world, my brother's fall from grace into the depths of Vegetarianism - only to rise again and invent the internationally acclaimed "Chili in the Willy" Chili Cook-Off, I divulge the plight of the modern jerky salesmen and illustrate how local breweries can weave their way into our everyday lives. But don't worry, in the end I reveal a flavor packed, IPA-infused, Chili recipe and the not-so-precise instructions you need to to prepare it perfectly. Let's do this.
Announcing the Righteous Felon Rollout of 2014's Best Albums of the Year. RF's Chief Sound Trafficker, Tucker "Two Ears" Rinehart, attempted to listen to every single new album released this year and the following list reveals his "best of the best." The 5th installment to the 31 day countdown is Mr. Noah by Panda Bear. C'mon in and have a listen...
Deathfolk. When was the last time that was a viable genre? Today folks, today. No band has synthesized the open-eyed willingness of folk and the stultifying hellscape of nightmares as Timber Timbre has on their fifth effort. A combination of Lynchian dreams, sweaty Americana, and a condor’s baritone, this perfect, deceptively slow meandering on a psychopath’s choice radio station is the best album of the year. Haven’t listened to it? Slip on your favorite pair of fingerless gloves and get stalking, it’s hunting season.
As if we didn’t have enough instrumental records on this list. Terje’s masterwork of tight synths and discocentric beats makes any trip to the grocery store an acquisition of 10 lb. bags of cocaine—and they sell them in the ramen aisle! So slip on those headphones and become a badasss, whether you’re driving along a pacific roadway or drafting blueprints to rob Las Vegas’ most elegant casino.
Google Mike Hadreas and there you have it. A dystopian soul trapped in a beautiful body. That image is the schema of Too Bright, a subtle and punishing record. Hadreas’ pipes are the protagonists of this stunning litany of songs. Pray you’re going through a breakup and/or identity crisis.
Well spank my ass and call me Whitey. RTJ have done it again. Killer Mike and El-P present their sequel, a blistering amalgam of beat and lyric. Simultaneously ‘music to just listen to’ and music that takes unpacking and deconstruction, RTJ2 is the last man standing in the rap battle between who stays and who goes. You are intended to stay.
Ten years ago if someone would have told me in vague terms “there’s some kind of mash-up between Eluvium and Explosions In The Sky” I would have crapped my pants. Update: my pre-Inventions nickname “schieße hosen” has reached relevant magnitude. This is the most daunting, paralyzing post-rock-ambient record in years. A reason to own vinyl and a turntable.
Ms. van Etten has been putting out records for a while. She is arguably the most important singer/songwriter working today, sculpting steady instrumentation and words into self-criticizing, love-sick landscapes. If telling it like it is were a currency, Shan would be a thrillionaire. There’s a reason even the ballsiest lothario steers clear of Etten’s Grendel, a monster with a parable for every way love can steer sour.