What comes to mind when you hear the phrase, “House Party?” Hmmm…beer on ice…guys…girls…music…good times…and that 1990s movie with Kid and Play. You do not, however, think of an appearance by Peter, Bjorn and John.

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L.A. likes to party at hotels. It’s like going on vacation for a couple hours except usually without a free buffet or conga lines. Until that happens, hanging out by the pool and looking at each other affords plenty good times. IAMSOUND Records is setting up Mondrian Sessions, a series of free poolside performances at [...]

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Finland might be great for strange death metal and Iceland for ambient trip-hop, but look no further than the other white Northern country for pitch-perfect pop that caters to a wide palette of tastes. Peter, Bjorn and John are no exception, and Saturday night at Club Nokia, the group celebrated their 10 years together by strutting their incredible range.

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Download: Peter, Bjorn and John Mixtape [Audio clip: view full post to listen] Peter of Peter, Bjorn and John put together an exclusive mixtape for us that’s become one of our favorites so far. They’re in L.A. for just one night, but you can keep this little batch of gems forever and ever. 01. El [...]

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A docile crowd can send tens of thousands of watts scattering in the Bolton Canyon like so much piss in the wind and leave you feeling like you’re looking at a snow globe through a pinhole with headphones on. Last night’s crowd, fortunately, was anything but. Depeche Mode’s first night at the Bowl drew the faithful—on their feet and dancing jerkily in the allotted 2’x3’ box of personal space for almost the entirety of the 2-hour show.

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Watching X and My Bloody Valentine put into perspective all these kids making noisy pop music by recalling the rich and fabled genealogy of this newfangled uprising and putting a sincere (albeit wrinkled) face on sounds that were once something controversial and that today’s babies take for granted… it must be oddly pleasant to play a show you never would’ve been asked to play in your own heyday, knowing that tropes you helped invent are propelling smooth-skinned foals into stardom from what middle-aged critics are carelessly referring to as the “outside” or the “fringes” while you wonder where the hell that leaves you?

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