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#102: Nadia Reid, “Preservation”

Nadia Reid’s sophomore record, Preservation, is our album of the week for our 102th playlist. The New Zealander singer-songwriter will visit us soon – more on that later! – and her record’s been on repeat for weeks.

Bolachas Now Playing, 18/2017 (#102):

Wooden Wand – Mallow T’ward the River

Richard Dawson – Soldier

Nadia Reid – Preservation

Nadia Reid – The Arrow and the Aim

Julia Lucille – Plot of Ground

Girl Ray – Preacher

Waxahatchee – No Curse

Sarah Shook & the Disarmers – Heal Me

Girlpool – Powerplant

Cayetana – Certain for Miles

Pond – Sweep Me Off My Feet

Sevdaliza – Marilyn Monroe

The Magnetic Fields – ‘71: I Think I’ll Make Another World

The Deslondes – Hurricane Shakedown

Emperor X – Brown Recluse

The National – The System Only Dreams in Total Darkness

Cameron Avery – Disposable

Fleet Foxes – Fool’s Errand

Wilco – (What’s So Funny Bout) Peace, Love and Understanding?

Old 97’s – Those Were the Days

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#61: Cate Le Bon, “Crab Day” / Kevin Morby, “Singing Saw”

This week on our playlist we focus on not one, but two records: Kevin Morby’s Singing Saw and Cate Le Bon’s Crab Day. But that’s not all we’ve got: take a sneak peek at Day of the Dead, that Grateful Dead cover album everyone’s talking about, with songs by The War on Drugs, The National, and Courtney Barnett. Extra: Alexi Lalas, Parquet Courts, William Tyler, Destroyer, Fujiya & Miyagi, Dave Harrington Group, and dvsn. 

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#14: Calexico, “Edge of the Sun”

We’re working on a brand new website and posting here is really slow; don’t forget the main action is on our Facebook page! Before we move on to the next one, below are some of the playlists from the last weeks.

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The National – Trouble Will Find Me

When the National became what we could arguably call “present’s world greatest indie band”, a classification Brooklyn-via-Cincinnati group (tks, P4k) achieved among some folks with their widely acclaimed 2010 album High Violet, they’ve sort of crossed the river of relative “pop/rock starness”. That can be tough, can lead to get your own fans to stop from being your fans, can lead, in a band like the National, to an extreme, pernicious mainstreamization, to be sloughy about your song writing and music composition. Even if some people, like that friend of mine (no pun intended) who claimed that despite being a huge fan of Sad Songs for Dirty Lovers and Alligator, and “all tolerant” about Boxer (that enormous collection of catchy – though kinda sad – songs), thinks High Violet is awful, its drumming is unbearable, et cetera, et cetera, the fact is that a record like that only happens once in a blue moon. High Violet is the sad (and officier) version of Seinfeld, the sitcom, of the 21st century, in the form of a music record. Also, the National’s evolution with time is unbelievably well, I dare say flawlessly planned. They have grown as a band with the years, just the way most of their records do the more and more one listens to them (Alligator or its little brother Cherry Tree EP are, probably, the finest example of it), and their strategy is a good one: each time a new record comes out, a new sound, a new topic is added on top of what we already knew.