Dump all the ice buckets on Akimoto Ysushi’s head
Javiera Mena - “La Joya” (2014)
New Javiera Mena video!
(I’ve felt so burnt out recently on various fronts that something like this coming along is very, very welcome)
Oricon Trail For The Week Of 8/11 To 8/17
#1 Kis-My-ft2 “Another Future” (214,682 Copies Sold)
The above video recording is extremely bad - it is someone clearly filming this TV appearance using their phone. At one point, the person filming this show drops something and it causes a loud thunking sound. This caused me to jump out of my chair at Starbucks, after nearly dozing off listening to the original song (which required me to jack my volume up as high as possible).
This project has crushed me over the past eight months, and at this point songs like this just…go by. This is a totally unremarkable single from a group who sometimes…sometimes…manage something decent, at least compared to every other boy band in Japan today. This is not that. The most thrilling part of this is when somebody drops something in the background of their bootleg recording. Please make this summer end.
PITBULL FT. JOHN RYAN - FIREBALL
Brad Shoup: Pitbull suddenly decides to defend his pop-rap turf and jumps atop his throne of skulls to riff on Steven Tyler and Big Bank Hank and — what the hell — “Surfin’ Bird”. I dunno if this is his Fat Elvis phase or what, but he seems tickled by the lowered stakes. That bullfrog bass may be the best line on a Pitbull track, though.
Alfred Soto: Shut up.
Anthony Easton: My love for Pitbull, like my love for The Expendables 3 or Fast & Furious 6, has gone from ironic camp to a genuine appreciation for his ability to craft enjoyable narratives in fairly loose genre definitions. Just as “Timber” was genius in how it kidnapped square dancing, this track’s commitment to pleasure cannot be denied.
Rebecca A. Gowns: A song destined for the pantheon of Great Wedding Songs. There they are, inscribed on golden CDs, mounted on pedestals: The Champs’ “Tequila”; Isley Brothers’ “Shout”; Miami Sound Machine’s “Conga”; The B-52s’ “Rock Lobster.” These are the fabled crowdpleasers, suitable for all ages. They have good beats. They involve interactive elements. You can easily imagine a rogue uncle starting a conga line to any of them. They can be bopped to in any way, in any dress, yes, even in heels, even in satin dyed heels. They draw all bodies to the dance floor, no matter the ability. A lone teenager, perhaps someone’s cousin, dismisses the whole affair as “corny.” No sooner are his words spoken than they are drowned out by the shout of a single phrase — like “tequila!” or “fireball!” Cameras flash. These are the photos that will be preserved for generations. These are the memories that will last forever. There is no divorce or heartbreak in this land. For 3-4 sweet minutes, only joy remains.
Hazel Robinson: I’ll be frank with you, I briefly revised my view on Pitbull after he made a song that had a chorus conveniently adapted to be about Tinder. But I think that was just Ke$ha’s influence, because this reminds me of a hardware/garden chain store advert for barbecues.
Andy Hutchins: I like my Pitbull songs-as-covert beverage commercials without blatant purloining of legendary flows and with a little more European production, as it turns out. The way Pit purrs “Firrre-balll” is worth points on its own, I suppose.
Will Adams: The “fire… ball” hook makes no sense unless it turns out to be for a liquor deal. Beyond that, “Fireball” is loads of fun, from the infectious bass ostinato to Pitbull’s bag of vocal tricks. Between the “boogie-oogie-oogie” and the “bebebebebebebe” and the bird calls, Pitbull sounds so at home being dopey that it’s a wonder he’s been wading around EDM’s stagnant waters for this long. Add a "Shout"-evoking breakdown-buildup, and it’s fun for the whole family.
Dan MacRae: This is the your parents having sloppy vacation sex anthem of 2014.
Katherine St Asaph: The next morning, Sam Smith watched himself conga on Vine. He learned that many things look and sound harsher in daylight.
Crystal Leww: “I came, I saw, I conquered / or should I say I saw, I conquered, I came” is a real line from a Pitbull song. Yet this is still mountains more charming than whatever John Ryan contributes. At least it’s funny.
Patrick St. Michel: WWE professional wrestler Val Venis — the one saddled with a porn star gimmick — once made a joke at a pay-per-view event that went like this: “I came, I saw… I came again.” Pitbull pulls a similar line out on “Fireball,” which would be eye-rolling if it weren’t Pitbull. Like Val Venis, though, all the groanworthy stuff exists alongside decent technical ability (the fact Pitbull can somehow turn this into a vague reinterpretation of “Walk This Way” is impressive) and a really catchy instrumental core.
Scott Mildenhall: The Generic Turners are mutating! John Martin has cunningly split off into Sam Martin (from David Guetta’s hapless "Lovers On The Sun") and here, John Ryan. He does his job, but for a man supposedly all *taps-forehead* wise to what sells, Pitbull seems to have such a tin ear. Surely one of the great joys of “Tequila” is the music dropping out, the bloke raising his eyebrow to the camera and dependably going “tequila.” He doesn’t say “fireball.” He doesn’t bring a load of his mates to obnoxiously shout it either. And why is half the tune missing? At least play the rest of it, Pit, because you’ve barely written half of one here.
Luisa Lopez: The first time I listened to this was almost a week ago and I remembered it being a series of hellish chants in an empty chamber papered with quasi-Latin beats. Revisiting it now, it’s slightly less demonic and almost a little fun. Almost.
Glad I wasn’t the only one who focused on Pitbull’s dick joke, thank you Crystal.
Neon Genesis Evangelion (1996)
Chicago’s Traxman recently did a tour of Japan, and he found time to record an EP with Yokohama’s premier juke producer Paisley Parks.
- Flying Lotus: Cosmogramma
- Kanye West: My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
- Destroyer: Kaputt
- Kyary Pamyu Pamyu: Nanda Collection
- Javiera Mena: Mena
- Kendrick Lamar: good kid, m.A.A.d city
- Beach House: Teen Dream
- Grimes: Visions
- f(x): Pink Tape
- The Radio Dept.: Clinging to a Scheme
- Sakanaction: Documentaly
- Danny Brown: XXX
- Toro Y Moi: Causers of This
- TNGHT: TNGHT EP
- DJ Rashad: Teklife Vol. 1
- Emeralds: Does It Look Like I’m Here?
- 2NE1: To Anyone
- Future Islands: In Evening Air
- Chuck Person: Eccojams Vol. 1
- Infinite Body: Carve Out the Face of My God
- Laurel Halo: Quarantine
- Gil Scott-Heron: I’m New Here
- Frank Ocean: Channel Orange
- Main Attrakionz: 808s & Dark Grapes II
- Wye Oak: Civilian
- may.e : Mattiola
- Taylor Swift: Red
- Oneohtrix Point Never: Replica
- Friendzone: Collection 1
- Skrillex: My Name Is Skrillex EP
- Spazzkid: Desire
- G-Side: Huntsville International
- Fiona Apple: The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do
- She Talks Silence: Noise & Novels
- Bill Callahan: Apocalypse
- Clams Casino: Instrumental Mixtape
- Classixx: Hanging Gardens
- Future: Pluto
- MiChi: Therapy
- Meishi Smile: Lust
- Gold Panda: Lucky Shiner
- The Weeknd: House of Balloons
- Drake: Thank Me Later
- Kyary Pamyu Pamyu: Pamyu Pamyu Revolution
- Wonder Girls: Wonder World
- Disclosure: Settle
- Chance the Rapper: Acid Rap
- A Sunny Day in Glasgow: Sea When Absent
- Sufjan Stevens: The Age of Adz
- Sakanaction: Sakanaction
- Erykah Badu: New Amerykah Part Two: Return of the Ankh
- Warpaint: The Fool
- Saint Pepsi: Hit Vibes
- Fear Of Men: Early Fragments
- Rustie: Glass Swords
- Neon Cloud: △
- Macintosh Plus: Floral Shoppe
- AlunaGeorge: You Know You Like It EP
- Goth-Trad: New Epoch
- Foxes in Fiction: Swung From the Branches
- Traxman: Da Mind of Traxman
- Shortcake Collage Tape: Spirited Summer
- Toro Y Moi: Anything In Return
- 2NE1: 2nd Mini Album
- James Blake: Klavierwerke EP
- Frank Ocean: Nostalgia, Ultra.
- Beyoncé: Beyoncé
- Rhye: Woman
- AraabMuzik: Electronic Dream
- Perfume: JPN
- Oneohtrix Point Never: Returnal
- Balam Acab: Wander / Wonder
- Waka Flocka Flame: Flockaveli
- Arcade Fire: The Suburbs
- Melt-Banana: fetch
- Games: That We Can Play EP
- Big Boi: Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dusty
- INTERNET CLUB: Dreams 3D
- Earl Sweatshirt: EARL
- Julianna Barwick: The Magic Place
- Dirty Beaches: Badlands
- Shinee: Everybody EP
- Kisses: The Heart of the Nightlife
- Especia: Gusto
- Mount Kimbie: Crooks & Lovers
- Beach House: Bloom
- Gang Gang Dance: Eye Contact
- EMA: Past Life Martyred Saints
- No Age: Everything in Between
- i-fls: Diary Of Spectre
- Cloud Nothings: Attack on Memory
- Wild Nothing: Gemini
- Teebs: Ardour
- Sotaisei Riron: Town Age
- Tanlines: Settings EP
- Fatima Al Qadiri: Desert Strike EP
- Braids: Native Speaker
- M.I.A.: Vicki Leekx
- Jeremih: Late Nights With Jeremih
- Freddie Gibbs: Str8 Killa EP
After Queen finished “Another One Bites The Dust” — 10 minutes before 8 p.m. on the Sunday of this year’s Summer Sonic in Chiba — hundreds of fans darted f
Went to the Summer Sonic music festival this past weekend and wrote about it for The Japan Times. Lots of notable things - Queen + Adam Lambert, Tofubeats + Chisato Moritaka, Babymetal, Kraftwerk, Dreams Come True, etc etc. Though the most surreal was Avril Lavigne who really is that popular in Japan…the camera people managed to finds at least one fan per song sobbing over what they were watching (uhhhhh, that song about Radiohead).
And of course, she opened with “Hello Kitty.”
Cut from this was a long thing about the EDM acts at this year (sorry Zedd), but that will be explored in the near future….