Apart from the plethoria of tracks and mixes I shall be grabbing off the net this week I am very excited about three albums I'm getting on CD - you know proper released music in the container the record company deems best to sell said music in/on.
Day One / Album One
Kimya Dawson - Alphabutt
Solo and as half of Moldy Peaches, Dawson has applied child-like wisdom and humor to adult issues like crack, romantic love, and the Iraq war. So it makes peculiar sense that she'd follow the freak success of the Juno soundtrack, which featured her on seven tracks, with a set of genuine kids songs. (She also recently became a mom.) But by the time she's halfway through the scatological title track — "C is for cat butt, D is for doo-doo" — it's clear this ain't Nickelodeon. Some songs are sneakily grown-up: On the rockabilly-ish "Bobby-O," the pink Speedo-clad hero loses his job as a water aerobics instructor because "he did something naughty/what it is, we'll never know," while the shimmering "Happy Home (Keep On Writing)" is about paying off student loans and finding your creative voice. Others are strictly inside jokes: it's hard to imagine anyone not involved with toilet-training enduring "Pee-Pee In The Potty" more than once, if that. Mostly, though, this toy-trainwreck of kazoos, building blocks, Fisher-Price pianos and acoustic guitars is childish joy for all ages. From Rolling Stone
One listen thus far - at work so it don'treally count as I couldn't focus on the lyrics. Now to transfer said album tothe bobpod foreasy listening and then afterdinner I am going to wallow in kiddylike gleeoverthis baby.
Day One / Album One
Kimya Dawson - Alphabutt
Solo and as half of Moldy Peaches, Dawson has applied child-like wisdom and humor to adult issues like crack, romantic love, and the Iraq war. So it makes peculiar sense that she'd follow the freak success of the Juno soundtrack, which featured her on seven tracks, with a set of genuine kids songs. (She also recently became a mom.) But by the time she's halfway through the scatological title track — "C is for cat butt, D is for doo-doo" — it's clear this ain't Nickelodeon. Some songs are sneakily grown-up: On the rockabilly-ish "Bobby-O," the pink Speedo-clad hero loses his job as a water aerobics instructor because "he did something naughty/what it is, we'll never know," while the shimmering "Happy Home (Keep On Writing)" is about paying off student loans and finding your creative voice. Others are strictly inside jokes: it's hard to imagine anyone not involved with toilet-training enduring "Pee-Pee In The Potty" more than once, if that. Mostly, though, this toy-trainwreck of kazoos, building blocks, Fisher-Price pianos and acoustic guitars is childish joy for all ages. From Rolling Stone
One listen thus far - at work so it don'treally count as I couldn't focus on the lyrics. Now to transfer said album tothe bobpod foreasy listening and then afterdinner I am going to wallow in kiddylike gleeoverthis baby.
On the format front, its in a cool digi pack with a foldout lyric sheet that has a picture to colour in on the back - she so knows her target market... now if I could find me crayons...
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