Showing posts with label The 80's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The 80's. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

The Bottomless Blue



The November playlist:
This month is tough for me. Less sunlight and most likely snow (here in Alberta). So I stuck to gloomy 80's inspired tracks or trippy sun drenched tracks. This playlist also features some of the Smiths instrumental tracks, which are not frequently played as well as some killer tracks by She Wants Revenge, a sexy synthy goth-esque band I was super into a few years ago. Either way, this playlist will get me through this month.

Private Idaho- The B-52's
National Anthem- Lana Del Rey
Shoplifters of the World- The Smiths
Blue Monday- New Order
Yellow Lines- Mount Sims
These Things- She Wants Revenege
That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore- The Smiths
About her- Malcolm McLaren
Videotapes- Blouse
The Headmaster Ritual- The Smiths
The Modern Age- The Strokes
In Between Days- The Cure
Oscillate Wildly- The Smiths
The Waves- Tamaryn
Obstacle 2- Interpol
Teen Age Riot- Sonic Youth
Nowhere- Wild Nothing
Taken for a Fool- The strokes
We Used to Wait- Arcade Fire
Sister- She Wants Revenge
Banquet- Bloc Party
Love Fade- Tamaryn
Harsh Realm- Widowspeak
Money Changes Everything- The Smiths

Monday, May 3, 2010

Hand In Glove

The 90's upbringing. Awesome cartoons like Inspector Gadget, Dunkaroo's and Pogs. Although, being a 90's child does have it's drawbacks, like missing out on crucial 80's music. Since I am technically a 90's child, I am late on experiencing the Smiths. I wish it wasn't so.

The Smiths bring that slowly drowning in your own pool of sorrow sound that I like. It's most likely the vocals that bring the effect. The Smiths was the time period when Morrissey was an attractive piece.

My friend says that when she listens to the Smiths, especially the track "Hand in Glove" she feels like suffocating herself in her pillow. That's intense, but that's what the music brings up; intense emotions and tears. I relate The Smiths to Interpol, not sound wise, but rather for the fact that when I hear the music, I imagine dying to that particular track. It's odd to imagine, not suicidal, but romantic. I guess I'm a hopeless romantic...