Every Wednesday morning at 11 here on WOBC , Le Whatever flails every which way, and somehow, someway, whatever it is you want to feel, seems to curl its way under those folds and seams of your summer T-shirt. Somber and strolling as it is, this cartographic venture pays homage to a milieu of genres and times. Its sophistication lies in its seeming arbitrariness. Becca Nieto’s show is certainly eclectic-tronic, twenty minutes in you think it must be top heavy, but it perseveres. So strong. ESG’s Hold me Right: no strings attached here, holds on so tight. Synthy Blondie-inspired bopping, electrifies your nervous system. This hump-day roster is catalytic energy, light at the end of the work/school-week tunnel. Exuma’s Dambala has that circle-chanting energy, ‘Melts Down Our Walls’. Lyric after lyric, total sway-your-head vibes here. The stuffing of this curatorial form exudes ‘the world is your oyster’. Esoteric Tapioca makes us remember just how deep those big (hardly-cliché) piano chords hit us in the stomach. And then Yo La Tengo hits. Coffee spills at this heart-clench. But don’t worry WOBC, Whatever has its bases covered. Fleetwood Mac’s appearance takes us back to our station, ironically poses that we have come right back to one of our all-timers. Heart’s ‘Crazy on You’, with its frisky guitar riffs, takes us back to early peaks into the coming-of-age, the after-school car rides, your favorite soundtrack, whatever. Sleater-Kinney sweeps up this kitchen, it’s the grunge sweater that you put on top of that messy pile. And Le Whatever is perhaps best described as a pile, a materialization of past and present icons that choreographs via improvisation, that circumlocates around a generational schema that cannot be isolated through words, but perhaps through these songs.
Nina Simone- Angel of the Morning
Recorded using AKG C214 stereo pair as room mics.
It has been less than a year since the young L.A. producer’s Bad Vibes was released but the improvement is clear. The 3-song EP takes his producing to a new level. Rather than a full album that is filled with long stretches of ambient noise relatively inaccessible music, Shlohmo gives us a shorter set that is pure melodies and hazy beats.
“The Way U Do” opens the album with a driving beat and the trademark synth-guitar melody, reminiscent of “Places”. “Wen uuu” and “Rained the Whole Time” are slower, less driving beats, but maintain a constant feeling throughout the album. Give it a listen.
This is an album that I completely forgot existed until it magically appeared on my new ipod. The knowledge that I did not listen to it at all for several years pushes me into a deep despair and feeling of loss that can only be rectified by listening to this album.
Unlike many pop-punk albums, “All Killer, No Filler” doesn’t try to be anything but itself. It’s not hardcore, and doesn’t pretend to be. None of the members have any sort of real life experience to write about, and it shows in the lyrics. The album was clearly fun to write (“Pain for Pleasure” was allegedly written in several minutes on the toilet) and fun to record, and because of this, is fun to listen to as well. Everything, from the joking (I hope) introduction to the unnecessary and disjointed ending track, to the continually self-depreciating lyrics contributes to a cacophony of nostalgic experiences and pure enjoyment.
Listen to “All Killer” again, and pay particular attention to “Fat Lip”, recounting the feelings of intense identification and teenage rebellion that you felt listening to the song when it first came out, even though you were like 11 years old, and the furthest you would actually go in begin rebellious was maybe not spending as long as you should have on your math homework that you were doing a couple of days early just in case. Also ignore that fact that Whatshisface, the lead singer, married Avril Lavigne. That shit’s just embarrassing.
All Killer, No Filler
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It’s almost that time of year again, and I think you know what time I’m talking about. No it’s not National Brain Tumor Awareness month or time for the annual Eurovision Song Contest to start up again (though both of these things do happen in May… thanks, Wikipedia). It’s something to the average college student that’s perhaps microcosmically speaking as ominous as the condition associated with the former, and in terms of absurdity correlated to level of workload, probably on par with the latter. What I’m talking about is some scary stuff. In fact, I’m dreading its imminence this very second as I’m typing these words to you (I really should be working on my art history paper!)…
Yeah, I’m talking about FINALS…
Ah dreaded, dreaded finals. How I loathe thee. You only come twice a year yet every time you make me want to rock back and forth on the floor of some dark corner of Mudd in a fetal position. Thanks a lot for that. You may be back to wreck havoc on my life in a matter of a few short weeks, but this semester, I have a plan in the form of a playlist. Full of ambient jams, this mix will lull any tendencies towards academic masochism into submission. I’m calling it “Hey You, Stop Breathing Into That Paperbag Or Music to Listen to When You Really Just Want to Crawl Into a Hole But You Should Actually Try to Be Productive”. Pull yourself up off the floor, put on your headphones, and listen in.
1. Like Totally – Gold Panda
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