The Warlocks have been panned for both self-similarity and for trying different sounds, for taking drugs and not taking drugs, for their chaos and careerism. At this point in their career, if they made a fantastic album, would anyone stop coming up with memes long enough to notice?

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Soul-pop singer Lykke Li can be so cute and dark simultaneously, singing about heartbreak and insecurity while playing the kazoo around her neck and dancing better than Beyonce. Yes, she has great style, but please, world, stop comparing her to an Olsen twin. This interview by Daiana Feuer.

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Although we have yet to toy around with the Coachooser, we present here (via Goldenvoice and Coachella) the set times for this weekend:

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Primal Scream had returned to rock through the back door, man. While on album they’ve made a few stumbles in this decade, somewhere around the second half of last Monday night’s set, their argument in favor of straight-ahead rock started to convince me a whole lot more. It was adorable seeing don’t-you-know-I’m-loco guys with big pants and ball caps going apeshit in the crowd, throwing up their hands in the devil-horn, hang-loose position, screaming “Get your rocks off! Get your rocks off, honey!” I looked down at my stomping feet and realized my rocks were getting off.

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