The bands that have been orchestrating my Hot Half summer seem to all have a few things in common: They're all making sexy, hip, effortless, catchy and melodic music and both Bad Veins and Metric are no exception.
While both have been blogged about before, Bad Veins in depth with a comprehensive review of their forthcoming self titled album and Metric in brief, both have been getting an increasing amount of plays at the Hot Half Headquarters (also known as: My car and/or bedroom) and, like every new band on my summer soundtrack, I can't seem to get enough of either.
Bad Veins are quickly becoming staples on my blog, what with my recent album review of their wonderful self titled release and my forthcoming road trip to see the band at Indianapolis's Radio Radio because, let's face it, these guys are just too good for me to wait on. To keep my blog from being bogged down with Bad Veins, as great as they are, I'm going to keep my synopsis of Bad Veins to one paragraph and move on.
Bad Veins are the cool new band every hipster will be in love with in a matter of months. They're an indie version of all the pop bands indie kids secretly love but will never admit to keep their indie cred, namely The Killers and Franz Ferdinand only they're better. (For the record, I adore the incredibly stylish Alex Kapranos and his fellow Scots, despite the fact that Tonight has never grown on me but if I were to ever have a hipster dance-and-dinner party, Franz Ferdinand would be on the playlist.) Bad Veins debut is rife with songs that would be perfect for dancing to and seducing a member of the fairer gender or simply sitting in your room, listening to whilst surfing various blogs. Every time I listen to the album, another song leaps out as a new favorite with it's well crafted and symphonic sound and understated, smooth sexiness and, of course, the vocals of Benjamin Davis which I still feel i was completely on point in my past write up of Bad Veins as describing as 'lackadaisically seductive'. Could any straight girl resist the charms of this man? He certainly has a voice that makes you fall in lust.
While the Bad Veins track getting the most spins as of late in my house is Falling Tide, this gorgeous, acoustic rooftop rendition of The Lie is more than worth four minutes of your time.
Emily Haines and Metric has been a mild staple in the Hot Half household since the release of Metric's 2003 album Old World Underground, Where Are You Now?, although, up until recently, I always found myself preferring Emily's solo album to her work with Metric. Metric's latest release, Fantasies, however, has more than changed my mind.
Keeping her angsty (but never emotionally overwraught) sensability, Emily Haines and her fellow Canadians have made the best record of their collective career with Fantasies, built upon the always sturdy foundation of Emily's lyrics - Sarcastic, jaded and realistic but never dark or depressing. It's a hard and fine line to walk and Metric do it beautifully with their smooth, glossy and alluring brand of indie pop.
Personally, I've found myself taking a particular shine to Sick Muse because not only are songs of the summer supposed to be all the things I've named ad nausea but I believe that lyrical relatability assists in a song transcending the boundaries of being a good song and becoming an anthem. And it never hurts when the anthem is question is sung by a beautiful woman.
While both have been blogged about before, Bad Veins in depth with a comprehensive review of their forthcoming self titled album and Metric in brief, both have been getting an increasing amount of plays at the Hot Half Headquarters (also known as: My car and/or bedroom) and, like every new band on my summer soundtrack, I can't seem to get enough of either.
Bad Veins are quickly becoming staples on my blog, what with my recent album review of their wonderful self titled release and my forthcoming road trip to see the band at Indianapolis's Radio Radio because, let's face it, these guys are just too good for me to wait on. To keep my blog from being bogged down with Bad Veins, as great as they are, I'm going to keep my synopsis of Bad Veins to one paragraph and move on.
Bad Veins are the cool new band every hipster will be in love with in a matter of months. They're an indie version of all the pop bands indie kids secretly love but will never admit to keep their indie cred, namely The Killers and Franz Ferdinand only they're better. (For the record, I adore the incredibly stylish Alex Kapranos and his fellow Scots, despite the fact that Tonight has never grown on me but if I were to ever have a hipster dance-and-dinner party, Franz Ferdinand would be on the playlist.) Bad Veins debut is rife with songs that would be perfect for dancing to and seducing a member of the fairer gender or simply sitting in your room, listening to whilst surfing various blogs. Every time I listen to the album, another song leaps out as a new favorite with it's well crafted and symphonic sound and understated, smooth sexiness and, of course, the vocals of Benjamin Davis which I still feel i was completely on point in my past write up of Bad Veins as describing as 'lackadaisically seductive'. Could any straight girl resist the charms of this man? He certainly has a voice that makes you fall in lust.
While the Bad Veins track getting the most spins as of late in my house is Falling Tide, this gorgeous, acoustic rooftop rendition of The Lie is more than worth four minutes of your time.
Emily Haines and Metric has been a mild staple in the Hot Half household since the release of Metric's 2003 album Old World Underground, Where Are You Now?, although, up until recently, I always found myself preferring Emily's solo album to her work with Metric. Metric's latest release, Fantasies, however, has more than changed my mind.
Keeping her angsty (but never emotionally overwraught) sensability, Emily Haines and her fellow Canadians have made the best record of their collective career with Fantasies, built upon the always sturdy foundation of Emily's lyrics - Sarcastic, jaded and realistic but never dark or depressing. It's a hard and fine line to walk and Metric do it beautifully with their smooth, glossy and alluring brand of indie pop.
Personally, I've found myself taking a particular shine to Sick Muse because not only are songs of the summer supposed to be all the things I've named ad nausea but I believe that lyrical relatability assists in a song transcending the boundaries of being a good song and becoming an anthem. And it never hurts when the anthem is question is sung by a beautiful woman.
