Jagjaguwar | The Decibel Tolls

I connect with Brooklyn’s Pterodactyl because apparently we both like to name things by flipping to a random entry in the encyclopedia. Their new album Worldwild combines LA “Shit-gaze” sound with angular RISD art-punk riffs and candid vocal-play, which furthers my suspicion that every indie artist secretly wants to lead an a Capella troupe. There’s also a good deal of electronic interludage that evokes Caribou given the generally sunny tone of the album, although at this juncture I suppose Pterodactyl’s closest living relatives would probably be Health. All in all, it’s a satisfyingly guiltless guilty pleasure.

Tomorrow night, April 25th, Brooklynites can go to the album release party/video art show in Williamsburg. The band will be opening for Oneida while various videos projects are screened. Admission is a 5-10$ dollar donation, or free if you buy the album, which is a pretty legit way to go about business.

Worldwild is available now through Jagjaguwar and can be purchased at any of these upcoming shows.

4/25 – Brooklyn, NY – Secret Project Robot (Record Release Show)
5/02 – Cambridge, MA – MIT Senior House
5/16 – Hanover, NH – Dartmouth College
6/12 – Brooklyn, NY – Union Pool (w/ Aa and Sightings)

MP3 :::
Pterodactyl – No Sugar
Pterodactyl – December

women Women Shatter Glass Ceilings, Eardrums, Et Al.

I love the new self-titled album by Women. It’s currently available on the near flawless Jagjaguwar label, and since it’s based in Bloomington, serves as possibly the only really awesome thing about Indiana. As you can see, Women is (presumably) four dudes. Sausage fest!

I was introduced to Women (that sounds so odd) by a fellow Tiny Mix Tapes writer who proclaimed that Women is prefect for anyone who “gets their dick up to Animal Collective.” I was certainly intrigued after that statement, especially since he said the word “dick.” And while I would concur that the Calgary band sometimes evokes the more menacing material on Here Comes the Indian and Danse Manitee, Women are by no means a knock-off. Whereas Animal Collective has always exuded a playfulness and childlike veneer, here be dragons within Women. The crescendo of the excellently titled “Lawncare” wants to pillage your village and breed with your women (pun intended, motherfucker). Continue reading ‘Women Shatter Glass Ceilings, Eardrums, Et Al.’