Not an entirely brand-spanking-new song, but Animal Collective's "On a Highway" is Columbus, Ohio's recommended song for Aug. 29. Released on November's Fall Be Kind EP (Domino Records), the song is easily overlooked….

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The playlist for Aug. 27, 2010 contains a stiff dose of glo-fi balearic music that captures the essence of summer and does a solid job of aurally delineating the bittersweet moment when nights begin to get crisp and the haze of summer in Columbus, Ohio is officially served its walking papers.

Jersey genius Com Truise contributes two songs on this playlist, albeit every track the young man touches is worthy of attention. Self-described as slow-motion funk and "not about the name," his releases – Cyanide Sisters EP and Pyragony / Tripya 12" –…

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Best Coast's full-length debut – Crazy For You – was released yesterday, July 27, on the Mexican Summer label. Living up to the buzz and hype surrounding the band's singles, the Los Angeles-based trio have indelibly left a sunny-warm, sticky-sweet mark on today's music scene.

Singer/songwriter Bethany Cosentino (formerly of Pocahaunted) spends every second of the quick-hitter album (run time is just over 33 minutes) painting a portrait of stoned romanticism. Whether or not the lyrics are a derivative of the romance between Cosentino and surf punk rocker Nathan…

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Earlier today, Pitchfork Media announced that Wavves released a list of new dates that will extend the current tour. The San Diego-based lo-fi/surf punk/noise pop band will appear in Columbus on Sept. 15 at Skully's.

Wavves are supporting their latest album, King of the Beach, which is already available digitally (stream for free here) and releases on disc and vinyl on Aug. 3 on Fat Possum Records.

King of the Beach is Wavves third full-length release, preceded by the self-titled debut – Wavves in 2008 and…

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The Books' album – "The Way Out" – is the first from Nick Zammuto and Paul de Jong in five years, and it's been worth the wait. The new songs aren't immediately favorites, but the new album as a whole is The Books' best project to date.

This album is rich and new intricacies manifest with each subsequent listen. The music possesses depth and profundity that presents listeners with a range of emotions, and there is a noticeable expansion into new styles. There are funky basslines and congas exhibited on "I Didn't…

Wed 8 Oct – Fleet Foxes, Frank Fairfield

For many, familiarity evokes feelings of comfort or nostalgia. It is not a sin to love that old, worn-out pair of jeans, or revel in the landmarks you're accustomed to seeing. But when it pertains to music - for my tastes - I need a new perspective and something fresh. Fleet Foxes did not provide me with those accoutrements.

There was an inordinant amount of hullabaloo leading up to the October 8th show at the Mershon Auditorium in Columbus, Ohio. I was even called "lucky" by two or three non-concert goers that…

This is one of my all-time fav songs and it's had renewed relevance as of late; I wanted to put the lyrics somewhere I could access this more readily:

Let’s relearn every vowel and phrase and make it better than before

I think I know what to do
The rules of it are so damn cruel

Now lets make our lips an accident, on the corner of came and went. We’ll merge in gymnastic flips and
Spirographs. We’ll forget what the future has, we’ll take the day off.

I think we all know the words

May every mortar find a home;
Every bullet meet bone;
Blood boil until it foams;
And every child left all alone
Because this is our busted future,
The rusted American dream;
The tapestry of what was supposed to be
Unraveling at the seems.

Inevitably tainted, stuck in space.
Every dream I have features the same face.
Every memory I have comes with a bad taste.
It's like I have fixed the race,
But I waste my efforts keeping pace.

The first time I fell, I lost my innocence.
The second time, it was in self-defense.
The third time was a lack of common sense.
Now, I've struck a deal to get paid for my patience.
And I never make a fucking dime.
Innumerable failed relationships with time.

So it goes, with pain unending,
foolishly denying the befriending
Of the ghosts of hope and…

I don't even know where I get this from. But once it is there, might as well write 'er down:

would you rather me run game
or run the train?
because i feel no pain.
had me a bitch,
now i don't feel the same.
i'm that tiger that you want to tame,
but i'm on the run, you know my name.
and if you don't, you must be insane.
smell the teen spirit like Kurt Cobain.

and for you fuckers,
gangster wannabes, hipsters & suckers:
stop getting tattooed and pierced;
living a make-believe life like you're fierce.
but…but…but……