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TDOM Day 20: A Song You Listen To When You’re Angry

Wounds – Trees

I don’t really get angry that often. In fact, earlier this week I was discussing the fact that the last time I was properly blinded with rage was when Thierry Henry continued the historical fucking of Ireland by French people begun by Henry II. So it’s not like I’m listening to a whole lot of metal or anything.

Here’s an angry song, though. And fuck Thierry Henry.

She sees red at night.

By way of reviewing the HEALTH gig in the Village last week before it falls into the mists of the blurry past, here is the video for Die Slow.

For the public record:

  • Wounds were excellent. Don’t be surprised. They started to a fairly empty Village, but they were on the floor regardless, and generally conducted themselves with their usual intensity. It’s Wounds, come on.
  • Pictureplane by contrast made boring, non-catchy 90s dance music on a table with flashy lights under it. Being a hipster doesn’t necessarily make your music a clever iteration of something mainstream if it’s not good.
  • HEALTH were also excellent. Get Color is, on a good day, one of the best albums of the year and it formed the core of the set-list. BJ Miller, unfortunately mired in shadow at the back of the Village’s annoyingly large stage, proved himself as the world’s best provider of continent-sized drums once more. The best song on the night, as it is in many contexts including several potential “songs of the year” lists, was Die Slow. The video’s above, you may have noticed.

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Wounds in Crawdaddy

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I was at this gig, but decided not to write about it because I don’t want to be saying the same thing too often about a great Dublin band.

However, Cáit was there too, and took some pictures that capture it better than my bullshit could.

Look at them

Crocodiles (and Wounds) upstairs in Whelans

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One of the few funny things the hipster internet outside of Carles HRO has ever come up with is the concept of “hipster garabe”. It has its roots on last.fm, where somebody with hardly functional English left the comment “his music the hipster garabe i ever heard” on the Aphex Twin bio page. Fans of hipster garabe, if you can pin them down before the mise en abyme “I’m-not-a-hipster-but-he/she-is” claims recede into infinity, have adopted the term as their own.

Hipster garabe is the Venn diagram encompassing all hipster music from 2009’s chillwave scene to Hijokaidan shitting everywhere to Animal Collective banging a trolley to the woos in Wavves and the ohs in Xiu Xiu. It’s not really negative any more, it’s just a descriptor. Hipster music.

But sometimes it can be negative. Like for example when you want to trash something as utterly substanceless, pretentious wank. And/or when you want to review a Crocodiles show.

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