ATTENTION INTERNET: If somebody makes a full-length album of infomerical remixes, I hearby promise to do everything possible to get it added to the KSCR library.

Hailing from San Diego, the fresh sound of this up-and-coming band, which resembles a blend of Kings of Leon and Cold War Kids, is sure to explode through your speakers and light a spark that’s impossible to put out. “You Ain’t That Special,” deadpans vocalist Tom Pritchard, in the bittersweet original track of the same name by his band, Dynamite Walls. It’s an accusatory sentiment that encapsulates the swagger and candor of a band that clearly is special. Pritchard and his cohorts specialize in smart, insinuating tunes that capture both the hopes and disillusionment of contemporary American life. Indeed, in an age of sledgehammer rhythms and infantile lyrics, Dynamite Walls’ original songs are so triumphantly nuanced, they restore one’s faith in intelligent pop-rock song craft. They played the Give Some Love Showcase at SXSW this year with Bedouin SoundClash and After Midnight Project.

Check them out at their myspace: www.myspace.com/dynamitewalls

This is one musical explosion you don’t want to miss!

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With the changing of seasons comes another dismal opportunity to create a [brand new] playlist, befitting the not so sudden, and ever so slight drop in temperature that generally occurs as we plunge deeper into the year, and consequently deeper into that pile of leaves, which at USC is that mire of papers that has gathered around one’s desk– the intensity of it depending wholly on your personal level of procrastination, a direct measurement of exactly how many days you chose to dance in an inebriated state to M.G.M.T. (to whom no one has a reason to listen to except for the reason above) instead of doing work.

Regardless, Matt Berninger may have been doing likewise in his younger days as he reflects back on the autumn season.

The National- “Mr. November”

 
“I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders”.

With his cavernous deep voice and well carved cheekbones, it is not difficult to see understand why, as this lead singer proves awkward looks to be an unnecessary (although common) component to being frontman of an indie band.

Kudos to those of you already familiar with the band, shaking your head to my cliche choice of song for said playlist, which is not so cliche at all with the exception of the title itself..

Those of you familiar with the band, but unaware of the existence of albums other than Boxer, should have their indie status examined.

Those fully aware and fond of all albums, especially the Virginia EP, should lose their hipster status altogether… (I mean, half of the new EP wasn’t even new).

For those who’ve never heard the band, here’s a chance to have a listen and redeem yourself:

http://www.myspace.com/thenational

Have a listen, but if your immediate reaction is to add them as a friend, then you my friend, are behind the times. Dear reader, what are you doing with an active myspace and without a proper blog account?

I guess that’s what we’re for. So stay tuned and keep reading.

YEAHHH, OBAMA IS HERE

It was close for a seco… haha not even close at all. Ludacris said it best: “And all you other politicians tryin’ to hate on my man / Watch us win majority vote in every state on my man.”

Here’s to everyone that voted! **cheers**

The Black Kids “Look At Me (When I Rock Wichoo)” music video plays into my nostalgia for things that had little to nothing to do with my childhood perfectly. It’s nonstop montage homage to oldskool cartoons. The best part was probably the Thundercats turning head intro, with the Speed Racer driving scenes a close second. The power pop rock sound of the band would have caught me anyway (it’s so hooky) but coming across this music video has completely wooed me and my nerd love over. It’s just so kitschy I can’t get over it.

This is called “Family of Others” off the band’s latest, Offend Maggie.