Red House Painters

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My deep depression begat deeper depression begat this mix. Read More

I used to be darker, then I got lighter, then I got darker again," sings Bill Callahan on "Jim Cain," the first track on his 13th album, Sometimes I Wish We Were an Eagle. Read More

Another forward-thinking head-scratcher from the vaults of Chemikal Underground, Sleep and Release elicited genre-bending sloganeering like 'dream metal' and 'post-pop' as critics fumbled to characterise what it was that Aereogramme were doing so well. Read More

Our list of the decade's best music naturally didn't cover every album our music writers loved in the '00s, so we're giving them the chance to big-up their personal favorites here—these are the discs that didn't make our big list, but that nevertheless are worthy of your attention. Read More

i think so. in fact i’d be so bloody bold (though not really) to say that this shit is just red house painters turned way the fuck up. actually that’s a pretty stupid thing to come out with. retraction, your honour. anyhoo. this is the new ep. and all my favourite jesu shit comes out on ep. seems more suited to the two or four tracks, thirty minutes format than the hour long long player. don’t ask me why. it’s not like i don’t have the required saintly patience for this kindof thing. coz i do. it’s just that pop music (which relatively speaking this is) should be short and sweet. it should be a fizzing burst of adrenaline. now obviously this ain’t no shot of epinephrine. even tranqued sloths would be fiddling with the 33/45 function on the turntable on first listen. no what you get is some bastard form of chugging alt-rock (gaah, horrible term) , an almost bliss pop-like structure, melody (which admittedly is sometimes avalanche buried) and post-rock (stop, enough, please…) portentousness. why does all this stuff (nadja, isis, pelican to a lesser extent) make me wanna dig out my snow metaphors? or to put it another way it’s a tar-pit you can hum along to. it’s like a radio edit of that nadja covers album, with it’s deadly combo of fuzz, tunes and not quite glacial pace. all sabbath drone and phil spector miasma. it’s like a narcotics-era dylan carson smooching kevin shields. where was i? yeah, jesu. opiate sun. caldo verde. four tracks. twenty five minutes. losing streak reduced is just rawk played at the wrong speed. there’s even a lumbering solo in there. and while not quite napalm death, it’s not quite stars of the lid neither. like if swervedriver got absolutely anabolically tanked up. the most silver-esque track on here. and everything flirts felicitously with the warmer side of doom. particularly on morning light . it’s all subtle unfurls and evolutions. it’s all arpeggiated laments and vocalized malaise. it’s all about gravityRead More

I didn't really get into this album until a few years after it came out. Read More

Venerable, independent local music store(s), LUNA Music will celebrate 15 years of life this December. Read More

"Have You Forgotten" by Red House Painters is my inspiration this morning. Read More

My confession: I don't follow Mark Kozelek's story, here. Read More