And then: You remove the actual vinyl to find that it is not black, but clear. And, beyond clear, it's orange!
Love, love, love, love, love.
I cannot imagine a better way to spend $17. And I can't wait to go home and listen.
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And there's more. You remove the inner sleeves from the outer jacket to find not only are they sturdy and colorful, but they are accompanied by a large, full-color poster!
Smile opens to this nightmarish orange scene of rocket ships and industrial revolution. Or something.
Boris is new to me, but Smile is the Japanese trio's 14th full-length album. The album boasts a metallic silver gatefold jacket and is limited to just 1000 copies.
Mine is number one, for all I'm concerned.
I can't stop smiling. Boris arrived today.
As I held the package in my hand, the word that came to mind was heavy. There must have been some mistake. Southern Lord Records must have sent me two or three albums instead of just the one that I had ordered. The LP box was just too heavy.
But there was no mistake. On vinyl, Boris' new album is as heavy as their music.
Smile is a double-LP, packed into a substantial, silver-lined gatefold, with each individual slab of vinyl housed in its own thick, full-color inner sleeve.
It is, in every way, beautiful.
It's a good, good thing you voted for green because that's the color I was going to pick anyway. It was a landslide. Foreshadowing of something greater, perhaps. (Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.)
For the record: Yellow and white each garnered three votes, black received five nods, red was called for six times, and green won a total of 12 victory cries. (This does not include the two additional green votes offered by "mrlowry," although his enthusiasm is appreciated.)
Red was a bit too obvious; black a bit too boring; white a bit too Cupertino, California; and…
Every now and then, people will ask: "How do you find out about this stuff?"
They are totally baffled. Which is always funny to me because it's not like I'm a musical super sleuth or anything. I find out about bands by doing the same things I've always done: I go to shows, I read reviews, I talk to my friends, I buy records.
I am approaching my 31st birthday. It's not a big deal. I only mention it because, for me, it means I don't have the energy or patience to attend as many rock shows as I did when I was 17. I go to fewer shows, but I read more reviews. The…
Set times for tomorrow's East Village Radio Music Festival have been announced. Looks like this:
Main Stage performances at Pier 17, from 12:45 to 9pm
12:45 — 4-ize
1:15 — Hypnotic Brass Ensemble
1:45 — Dr. Lonnie Smith
2:30 — lf Arnalds
3:00 — Vivian Girls
3:45 — High Places
4:30 — Awesome Color
5:00 — John Oliver
5:30 — Devin the Dude
6:15 — Flying Lotus
7:00 — Mark Ronson
7:45 — BORIS 7
12:45 — 4-ize
1:15 — Hypnotic Brass Ensemble
1:45 — Dr. Lonnie Smith
2:30 — lf Arnalds
3:00 — Vivian Girls
3:45 — High Places
4:30 — Awesome Color
5:00 — John Oliver
5:30 — Devin the Dude
6:15 — Flying Lotus
7:00 — Mark Ronson
7:45 — BORIS 7
"On-the-Side" @Seaport Second Stage performances, from 1:30 to 7:45pm
1:30 — Lil' Dusty
2:30 — Bunnybrains
3:30 — Hex Message…
We recently posted all of our coverage of two classic turntables: The Rega P3 and the Sota Sapphire. And when I say "classic," I don't mean old. I mean timeless, unforgettable, enduring. Take a look at our Hot 100 list of all-time most important products, and you'll see that the British Rega ranks at number 30, while the all-American Sota stands proud at number 54. Our reviews of these turntables date back to 1984, and provide information that is still very much useful and interesting today.
I've mentioned that I love the Rega P3, and I plan to buy the updated P3-24. I was…
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At Newark Penn Station, we bought two 24-ounce cans of Modelo Especial and a couple of one-way train tickets. By the time we reached the platform for track 4, the rain had begun to fall. The train was right on time. The rain grew…
If you were to judge this album just by its cover, you might imagine the music inside to be weird and awesome. At least that's what I imagined. If you're like me, you'd be absolutely desitively right. Dr. John's Babylon is something else.
Dr. John's Babylon rocks without rocking, swings without swinging, smokes without smoking. Dr. John can't decide whether he should wail from the left channel or the right. Maybe this time he'll hit you right between the eyes. Dr. John is black and he's white, he comes in every color, he's a student, a teacher, and he's dying from stone hunger…