Brainwashed Radio: The Podcast Edition

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Music for gazing upwards brought to you by Meat Beat Manifesto & scott crow, +/-, Aurora Borealis, The Veldt, Not Waving & Romance, W.A.T., The Handover, Abul Mogard & Rafael Anton Irisarri, Mulatu Astatke, Paul St. Hilaire & René Löwe, Songs: Ohia, and Shellac.

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Vitaminsforyou, "The Legend of Bird's Hill"

Bryce Kushnier fuses his experiences in Winnipeg’s electronic and indie rock scenes for his latest full-length as Vitaminsforyou. A nod to a hill in Manitoba known for saving townspeople from 19th Century floods, the result is a huge, sprawling electropop epic showcasing the best of both worlds.

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Urban Tribe, "Authorized Clinical Trials"

Veteran producer Sherard Ingram, perhaps best (un)known as the mysterious Drexciyan DJ Stingray, drops a full length of delectable abrasive electro that honors the memory of James Stinson while challenging conventions and often experimenting wildly.
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Noxagt

Nils Erga is absent and gone with him is his viola. In his place is Anders Hana, member of Ultralyd and Moha!, and some tight underwear presumably hugging a woman's ass. Hana has some big shoes to fill with Erga gone, but manages to make great use of his guitar, summoning electric freak outs to accompany the band's mucky delivery.
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Pajo, "1968"

Dave Pajo has historically been known as the go-to man for guitar ability and sound: when Billy Corgan told Matt Sweeney "I want to get that guitar sound in Slint," Sweeney's reaction was simply, "Why don't we just get the guitarist from Slint?" On his second release under his last name, Dave has taken things further and demonstrated he has mastered the technique of total songcraft, something deftly exhibited on Pajo but perfected here.
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Barbara Morgenstern, "The Grass Is Always Greener"

Barbara Morgenstern's whirlwind world tour inspired themes of changes and the nature of time on her first album since 2003's Nichts Muss. Her arrangements are frequently minimalistic, yet she strikes a delicate balance between warmth and precision that indicates a maturation of her pop sensibilities.
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Christian Kiefer, "Czar Nicholas Is Dead"

Christian Kiefer’s latest album is a mostly instrumental exploration of the Russian revolution. Among other instruments, he uses guitar, strings, and field recordings to create a stunning work both vivid and haunting in its cinematic evocations.

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Jazzfinger, "Los Band Magicos"

Another outstanding mini-release from Newcastle’s Jazzfinger collides with another undeniably gorgeous piece of Low Point artwork. Rarely do things that look this good, sound the same. Playing as both their standard duo, and expanded trio team, this two tracker 3" CD-R reveals further facets to their sound.

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Gjöll, "Way Through Zero"

Dedicated to “individuals who burn the flags of nations,” Gjöll’s debut is a concept album in five parts about a character’s anger arising from the state of today’s materialist society, blaming its oppressive politicians and advertisers alike. Dark and brooding, the album is heavy on atmosphere that’s perforated by bleak lyrics.
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Peaches, "Impeach My Bush"

Reading about the recent RAND study suggesting that so-called "sexy music" triggers sexual activity in teenagers, it struck me what a load of fucking horseshit these suspiciously unscientific studies really are. We've all heard this kind of thing before; it's the sort of overfunded, specious bullshit study that makes the rounds once every few years when some parental group gets its collective dander up about hip-hop or pop music.

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Robedoor / Goliath Bird Eater, "Inside Men"

This brief split cassette release should’ve yet been another step on Robedoor’s ascent to greatness. And it might’ve been too if it hadn’t been for the pesky well-built post-rock sludge of the flipside.

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