February 7, 2011
Initially, I thought the chills rushing over me were from a lack of heat in my room, but after honing in on the reverberating chords floating in my headâ€â€Âalas: my chills’ true source was confirmed.
I don’t know where Carl Hauck came from, but what I really don’t know is why he’s yet unsigned.
He first started toying with the guitar in third grade, and it’s hard to believe that this ink-on-the-diploma’s-barely-dry recent grad has produced song after successful song (from his bedroom, no less) and completed an intense circuit of tours and shows only a few years later. Flawless vocals, guitar chords at turns simple and intricate, and lyrics that even Spenser wouldn’t sneeze at have been the fail-proof trinity of Hauck’s not one, not two, but four widely acclaimed albums.
I listened to his two latest, Windjammer and Counter Intelligence. And then I listened to them again. Then again. And this time it had less to do with my tendency to become obsessed with a song, album, or artist (see “Do Studio Effects/Production A Good Song Make?â€ÂÂ), but more with a hankering to pinpoint my favorite track.
February 1, 2011
HolyF@#%. It is both a useful expression of utter astonishment and the the name of an electronica experimental rock band from Toronto, Canada.
The first thought is always “why the name?” A few weeks ago, Electricwolf mentioned their common sense prevented them from renaming themselves to S#!^ Pizza. Well, that sense didn’t quite make it to Holy F@#%. The name at the very least piques your curiosity, and then you find yourself pleasantly surprised at how often you turn back to them for more. It’s been getting them all sorts of press and whether the press be good or bad, it sure hasn’t hurt them. Ever since they banded together in 2004, Holy Fuck has been tearing up all sorts of music festivals in North America and the U.K.