Sebadoh, The Breeders//Freed Pig

Sorry, guys. Yesterday was a little busy and then I had to go play a show. As a result, I was OSS derelict. I hope you can forgive me. As usual, two songs today is my way of trying to make it up to you.

You know how most of the time, the book is better than the movie. I usually feel this way about covers too--the original almost always trumps the cover. However, in this case, I feel completely torn. Both versions of this song are fucking fantastic.

Sebadoh, which was comprised of members Dinosaur Jr., Folk Implosion and (strangely) Fiery Furnaces), was a band that definied the late 80s/early 90s lo-fi indie sound. In keeping with this, their (original) version of "Freed Pig" is grainy and slightly meandering, with plenty of treble-heavy guitar sound out in front.

The Breeders, who I've discussed much on this blog and actually were the feature of the first OSS post ever, quickened the tempo significantly and punk'ed up the guitar lines and drums.

I hope these help you through your Thursday. I need all the help I can get.



The Freed Pig.mp3 (Sebadoh Version)



The Freed Pig.mp3 (Breeders Version)

Cut me first,
Make it easy.

The Breeders//Walk It Off

[Local! Music! Friday!]
Tell me...what is this Local Music Fridays?

Ok. The Breeders aren’t exactly local music, I know. Kim Deal’s been around kicking out the jams since I was a two-year old. Nope, it’s not the music that’s local—it’s one of the stars of this hilarious video. Bonus: this also happens to be one of my favorite new songs from the new album, Mountain Battles.

Enter Denae (DNA), my dear, dear friend and also the cute girl bike messenger making the hilariously DNA face in this video! Als gave me the heads up that DNA was in here (I’ve already forgotten the story of how this happened—my brain=sieve).



Or watch the Fancy Official One.

Walk It Off.mp3

One of my most-loved, most-hilarious DNA memories is from an epic roadtrip we (Kot, Annie, DNA and I) took to Toronto during my sophomore year of college. It was right after I broke my knee, so I was hobbling around Canadian Big Dumb Gay Town crutches, getting my picture taken next to rainbow handicap signs. Anyway, much hilarity ensued (I believe we went there to see a Tori Amos concert, stayed in a strange hotel where “Er What is Dead, God Killed Him” was born, consumed much “homo” milk, drank at a weird bar and spent a few nights with Andy Stochansky’s chronically pot-smoking tour manager). The best part was that on the way home, Kot and DNA, who has purchased a pack of naked men playing cards in a queer novelty shop, insisted in jamming the cards all along the car windows. Countless families driving home from their Canadian vacations were assaulted by full frontal gay male nudity. “HONEY—DON’T LOOK!”

Since I don’t have that awesome rainbow handicap picture anymore (a casualty of laptop theft 2003), please enjoy my other favorite picture of DNA, from post-robot party 2004:



Oh, what a world I’ve just opened by allowing videos into L!M!F!s! What excellent clips await!?

Now the singer gets laid. And the drummer gets paid.

The Breeders//One Divine Hammer

The Purpose of this Blog is One Sweet Song per business day. No fuss. No bullshit. Just one cool song, fully downloadable, right here for you. There may be exceptions, but we'll keep them to a minimum.

Let's start on Bastille Day, 2008.

In celebration of what a great in.store The Breeders played on Friday here in NYC, this is a song near and dear to my heart.



Divine Hammer.mp3

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