This week I finally started exploring new music again, even though I’m still marinating on everything I heard at Pickathon. Things I liked included Jess Sah Bi & Peter One, Cemetery Urn, Mitski, and Aretha Franklin.
I just rolled in from Pickathon. I’m sure that once the dust settles (literally, I have to hose down all my camping gear). There was so much music I liked in the last five days one post can’t begin to cover it. In the next couple weeks I expect I’ll have so much to say about Pickathon that this blog will start to look like it’s Airwaves 2012 all over again. Today I’ll just start with some festival highlights – the sets that made me say, “Holy shit that was good!”
When this post publishes, I will be off-grid in the North Cascades, where I don’t have access to new music discoveries. Instead, this week I’m going to talk about a musical pet peeve. I have a few of them: I hate the word “platter” to describe an album. Likewise, “slab” is overused. But the one that really boils my blood is “female vocals.” Those of you on the indie side of the spectrum may not know what I’m talking about, but I bet the metalheads do.