Primal Stream

Pacmanthemovie "Hellzzz Kitchen"

Sam: This is so out of time I was genuinely shocked when I grabbed the music video and saw just how young this band is. You should legally have to be at least as old and me and Josiah to play music thiiiis white belted (the top comment on YouTube is “I played this for my son and now he's my Dad”). As with everything the youngs do (good youngs anyway) it narrowly avoids pure nostalgia boredom by tweaking the template just enough to merit checking out the whole album and not merely being a time machine back to Streetsville’s Masonic Lodge.

Josiah: This lil newsletter project has been so hilarious for me because I’m learning about all these band’s that are so Sammy. A band called Pacmanthemovie with a song called “Hellzzz Kitchen” that sounds like Daughters or something. It’s just so Sammy. But the part I don’t love is how much of this Sammy music is good. This is why I work in silence. It’s otherwise too confusing. But yeah this is really good. They’ve nailed the bottom right awkwardly-placed silkscreen for sure.
 

Lotus “Citrus”

Sam: As a proud enjoyer of some deeply bad music, this might be the true bottom of my personal taste barrel. But lately, when the long summer Saturdays with literally nothing to do roll around, all I want in my life is to have some lightly groovy fusion jams filling the house. Lotus, like my other Pandemic Summer Saturday go-tos, strikes me as a band I’d probably hate live because the only way to see them would be at a jazz festival full of boomers. And yet I feel oddly compelled to expand my horizons and hang with some groovy boomies when this is all over. Time will tell.

Josiah: This is so funny ahahaha. OMG. Why does this video literally look and sound like IPA dads testing out gear in a Long & McQuade. It’s so funny. When Sam said he was getting into fusion I thought he meant like Vulfpeck or whatever. This sounds like the soundtrack to a massage therapist orgy.
 

Various Artists
Guitar Evangelists: 1928 - 1951

Josiah: The other day I saw a really dumpy record collector type guy walking around in a Mississippi Wreckers t-shirt and it opened an old wound in the best possible way. I can’t wait to go grey and start wearing a cologne that smells like mothballs somehow. Because those types of dusty antique 78 rpm guys just get to sit around and listen to delightful old gospel music with insanely cool record art. That’s right, I’m putting more Christian music in here. It’s all Christian music, baby.

Sam: When I’m not kicking it at the RMT orgy with a not-at-all-refreshingly hoppy beer in hand, my other weekend go-to is the Carter Family. I appreciate that this isn’t at all the same technically but man I need to do more dusty Saturdays. I can see how people disappear into obsessions with these kinds of recordings. Thankfully I think I’m too dumb to lose myself in the academic pleasures of it, and too devoutly athiestist to ever be moved enough by it to need anything in my life beyond “No Depression.”
 

The Olympics

Josiah: IDK how Sam keeps up with new music enough to be able to recommend new tunes by bands called like Bear Hug Summer every week. I’m just podcasting nonstop at all hours, and when I’m not I’m watching a little thing called the Olympics. I’m sure there are lots of reasons the Olympics are bad and should be cancelled every time. But despite how boring it was, the skateboarding really did rule. Shout out Alexis Sablone for almost bringing an Olympic medal to the Alltimers mantle alongside their Billy Madison boots. And shout out Nyjah Houston for failing miserably because normies will always fail. And shoutout to the Olympic surfing for being the most watchable screensaver of all time, all powerful oceanic horizons and ominous swells with the occasional spinning jock.

Sam: Josiah and I were talking about how sick watching the Olympics is before we recorded this week and I was telling him about getting absorbed in synchronized diving the night before because I was “super high” until I stopped and remembered I wasn’t even high I just felt super high, like I was holding a joint in my hand to go outside but I just never did. That’s powerful.