Passion Pit Doodlie Doos.

Crossing my fingers for a "The Adventures of The Passion Pits!" comic strip to emerge out of all of this, but until then, check out the rest of the sketches — especially the one of Jeff holding his two fave objects — over at Ayad and Jeff's blog.

File Under: Too Fucking Cute.

The part with the pillows gets me every time.

(found on stereogum.)

list: things i liked this year.

perfection.

(ditto.)

you had me at "pizza".

you had me at "I HATE!"

not into the xx's live show, but the album is a whole 'nother story.

i want to hipster-hate the hell out of these guys in their cute little sweaters with their cute little pop tunes but fuck it, i can't. and i'd be lying if i said i wasn't excited to hear the next album.

i listened to this album a zillion times in 2009.

(i wouldn't be surprised if i did the same in 2010.)

is it me or did everyone forget this album happened?

 

Post-Nothing gets the "I never in a million years thought I'd like this album and yet cannot listen to it in my office because i punk-dance and rock the fuck out in my chair and it's humiliating" award.

sadly, the last harlem shakes album.

(i guess this won't be a better year.)

melodic rock that makes you want to scream, cry and
jump head first into a mosh pit, all at once.

(if this album doesn't blow your socks off, you'd better be barefoot.)

best album of the year.

a note on music supervision.

Now, I'm not going to rag on Passion Pit for soundtracking a phone, Matt & Kim lending tunes to Bacardi or even The Dodos hyping the girliest beer of all, Miller Chill, though I enjoy the irony of the song being called "Fools".

Apple always has good music on their iPhone ads so Palm Pixie shouldn't have to slum it musically, and if I like listening to bands like these when I'm drunk, then hey, why not forge the connection between the two without me having to put in any work?

But, sometimes, I'm not so cool with it. While browsing through men's "raw denim shirts" with Donald at J. Crew's post-baby-jesus'-birthday-mall-sale that cost, i kid you not, $120, we realized that the oh-so-familiar tunes playing overheard weren't by Bing Crosby, a Miss Mariah original or a jazzy jazz version of Auld Lang Syne - no, they were playing Animal Collective's "My Girls", a song about minimalism and basic necessities. And when a place that views "basic necessities" as sweaters with cable knit and ruffled dresses, I've got a problem with it.

It weirds be the fuck out, but in the end, I'm fine with bad places playing good music, even if it doesn't exactly fit - i.e., my grungy grocery store plays Bat For Lashes, Forever 21 hands-down has the best in-store music of all clothing chains (trust me on this one). But, when the location undermines and hypocritizes the music, I'm not a fan.

Up yours, J. Crew.

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