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- Bob Dylan, in less gravelly voiced days.
Bob Dylan Releases Sinatra-inspired LP Shadows in the Night • The nasally bard of the blues and king of croak belches and whinnies his way through the Great American Songbook. If you're not interested in hearing Dylan try his hand as an honorary member of the Rat Pack, or you have not yet developed a taste for red wine, women over 40, playing cards or dominoes, there probably ain't much in this release for you. But, that's OK. The pop world is devoted entirely to you, iChild, and Santigold's newest drops in January.
The Velvet Underground Loaded: Re-Loaded 45th Anniversary Edition • One of the perks of my bougie rock-critic job is that huge labels that used to put out great records send me all of the remarketed-remember when-remasters of classics. Unfortunately, they send them all in Compact Disc format with the barcodes hole-punched so I can't play them on my turntable, and I can't resell them to CD Exchange. However, it does remind me to include them in my inane list of 2015 shit. If you're unfamiliar with the VU, Loaded, along with The Velvet Underground and Nico (and an eighth of KB), are great places to begin your trek into the Velvet void, even if upon his death more and more people are coming out to talkabout what a sexist prick Lou Reed was. Luckily, I don't one-hit my way to nirvana cruising down Zarzamora in my VW station wagon with "Cool it Down" blaring because I give a fuck what Lou Reed calls his girlfriend in a swanky Manhattan restaurant in 1981. I do it because it's cool, and I'm cool, man. Know your roots, kids.
Justin Bieber's Dick • I just can't get behind the synth'ed jazz flute or the rubbery semi of a croon that is The Bieb's "What Do You Mean?" I don't think he even believes it. I can get behind his literal semi, though. This is what teenage millionaire pop stars are supposed to be doing — crashing Lambos and wagging their wangs — and at a time when Ed Sheeran is considered a bad boy, taking the mantle from the millennial dry-heave that was James Blunt, it's nice to see that the crown is back across the pond, even if it's in Canada. North Uh-merica! North Uh-merica!!
The New Flaming Lips Record • So, technically, it's called Miley Cyrus & Her Dead Petz, (with glorious, painfully placed 'Z') but Wayne Coyne and Steven Drozd's magic mushroom touch is so prevalent on the free-art sequel to Bangerz that it might as well be a Flaming Lips record. Disregarding the Miley-penned tracks, which are the musical equivalent of your first trip to Disney World with a legal ID, it's an alright Lips record. Miley Cyrus likes sex, weed and saying bad words. The thing to do is get past the fact that she's Miley Cyrus. If this was your friend's sister's band, would you dig it? And the answer, for me, is eh ... kinda. It's really just a numbers game. There are maybe 283 23-year-olds making incredible music in the U.S., Miley Cyrus isn't one of them. It's smart how Wayne Coyne has strapped his wagon to that star, though.