It may not look like it - because almost everything we ever talk about is a genre I like to call “pansy folk” because “choninhas” has no immediate translation (I think) - but we at Bolachas.org love to dance. We love it so much some of our writers formed a DJ collective who specializes in Eurodance and top 40 pop (which is basically everything you hate to admit you love) and we’re currently touring around Portugal spreading joy to everyone who wants to listen. Or maybe just around the Minho region. [Just kidding: we’re a bunch of trolls.]
All this to say there’s something really, really good coming out of Brazil, a.k.a. our blood brothers (brothers, as in, we hate a love/hate relationship like most brothers do). 40% Foda/Maneiríssimo is a Rio label who has been putting out some really good, lo-fi techno/house EPs over the last few months, the latest of which we now share with you. Seu Lugar É O Cemitério (literally: your place is the graveyard, so you can understand the punny/stupid title I’ve chosen for this post) is an EP by SeixlacK containing two nice techno-ish tracks and one really good, spacey house track named “Tele-Sexo”, which probably doesn’t need to be translated. You can check it out above, if you like these kind of sounds. Even if you don’t check it out anyway because it’s worth it. Because no one can fucking dance to Wilco anyway despite what Bolachas’ owner might tell you.
Optimus Primavera Sound 2014: the unsung heroes, part I
A couple of weeks ago, while at the official presentation of Optimus Primavera Sound 2014’s full lineup at the Porto city hall, I was surprised to see a lot of people cheering uncontrollably whenever a band they liked appeared on the big screen. Seriously, when “The National” appeared printed on the jacket of one of the characters on the (great) short video that announced the festival’s lineup, I thought FC Porto had scored or something. Shouts of similar magnitude could be heard when Mogwai, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Kendrick Lamar or Haim were announced, but a lot of names went unnoticed and are naturally confined to the last few lines of the lineup poster.
Courtney Barnett is one of those names. Sure, the Australian 90s-slacker-indie-rock-inspired (read: Pavement and Built to Spill) singer-songwriter hasn’t even released a proper album besides A Sea of Split Peas, a compilation combining her two first EPs released last year, but there’s enough juice on it (“Avant Gardener”, “History Eraser”, “David”, “Lance Jr.”…) to make sure we’re in for a treat next June.
Following the demise of the shoegazy Sian Alice Group, who back in the day toured with artists as big and musically as far apart as Spiritualized and Florence and the Machine, Sian Ahern may have stopped for a while but couldn’t stay away for long. Eaux is her new band and, like Courtney Barnett, a full album is still to be released, but their debut EP, i, is enough to make us pumped for their shows in both Porto and Barcelona. Track picks: “New Peaks”, “Too Dark to Tell”.
Speedy Ortiz has caught my eye last year with the spectacular Major Arcana, top 20 material in my albums of 2013 list that I didn’t bother to publish here, but who cares. Indie rock like it used to be, you know, in the good ol’ days. Something to make up for the lack of Superchunk in the Portuguese edition of the festival. “No Below” is easily one of my favorite songs of this decade. It could be yours, too.
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Innocence is Bliss
Thus starts Pontiak’s seventh LP, amongst the riffing and the drugs and the desert and all that. The cool boys from Virginia have come back with Innocence, thirty minutes of great, psychy rock n’ roll to make us yearn for summer. Then again, we always yearn for summer, except when it’s summer itself and we can’t leave the house due to our skin getting blisters as soon as the sun sets its sights on our pale white demeanor. We’re portuguese, we’re never happy.
Pontiak seem pretty happy, though: all songs in here sound like a jam session where everything went right. A bunch of friends having fun, playing some tunes, talking about life and then cutting a record for the audiences. And their happiness passes on to us, for it’s impossible not to smile during songs like “Lack Lustre Rush” - that and singing along. Why can’t they play cool festivals here? Fua must be sleeping.
Among all the great records one has heard so far this year (mostly heartbroken folk like Angel Olsen and Marissa Nadler), Innocence is that LP that, while not contending for the title or even a top 20 place, we will be listening to for the remainder of the year. Plus it’s great travelling music. And as you might know we Tugas are very, very fond of travelling. But give us fuzz, sun and beer and our life is complete - Innocence just happens to be all three.