2010 was the first year of the new decade, and as the rest of the world speeds up for the impending future, we decided to take one last dip in the warm, settling waters of the last decade, and seal its lips with a salty kiss. Here, Luke Top from Fool’s Gold indulges his favorite [...]
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TOP 10 LOVE SONGS OF THE 00′S BY LUKE TOP OF FOOL’S GOLD
December 30th, 2010 · No Comments
COACHELLA – DAY 2
April 21st, 2010 · No Comments
photography by Lindsey Best Photos from Coachella Day 2 including: Band of Skulls Beach House Devo Dirty Projectors Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros Faith No More Girls Hot Chip MGMT Muse Old Crow Medicine Show Porcupine Tree Portugal the Man Shooter Jennings & Hierophant The Dead Weather The XX White Rabbits
L.A. PHILHARMONIC PRESENTS: DIRTY PROJECTORS
November 28th, 2009 · No Comments
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DIRTY PROJECTORS: THE END OF CIVILIZATION
October 30th, 2009 · No Comments
The New York Times called him “indie rock’s workaholic mad genius,” but L.A. RECORD finds the measure of Dirty Projectors’ David Longstreth somewhere between the most subtle implications of Philip Glass’ Music In Fifths and the sudden desire for a sandwich. This interview by Drew Denny.
PRINCETON: COCOON OF LOVE
September 30th, 2009 · 1 Comment
I’m not sure whether to smile or vomit at how adorable this record is, but because I am reviewing this record and need to be honest with you, I have to drop my mask and say, “I like this record.” There—I said it. With a name like Princeton and the fact that the dudes in the band wear boat shoes, they seem to fit the term “prep rock”— invented solely to describe Vampire Weekend. But Princeton’s first full-length had me at the trumpets on opener “Sadie and Andy.” I even felt a bit sad when after 3 minutes and 36 seconds, Sadie still wasn’t havin’ it.
DIRTY PROJECTORS @ THE TROUBADOUR
August 4th, 2009 · No Comments
photography by jessica dewinter
Dirty Projectors performing at the Troubadour on July 8, 2009.
DIRTY PROJECTORS @ THE TROUBADOUR
July 11th, 2009 · No Comments
I wish I had better words for each member’s abilities, truth be told. But I ended up completely losing my shit that night as the band seemed to strike the main vein. I was overcome to the point where all I could do was bust into my best truffle shuffle and badly sing along with each harmony. It’s what I’d imagine Grateful Dead fans felt like in the ’80s (no irony). I was nothing but powerless.
