The Best of OMD


The eighties are a lot like bad chocolate, with horrifying amounts of sugar and fruit fillings desperately attempting to mask the natural bitter taste. And while the summer is often the time to screw what the dentist says, OMD’s Best Of is a perfect example of how we can get our guilty pleasures and eat them too. The key here is simplicity. OMD goes for one taste a time, the album bound together by its rejection of the era’s overindulgences. Whether you’re slow dancing in the highschool gym to “If You Leave” (you’ll know it when you hear it) or humming along to atomic ode “Enola Gay,” OMD lets us turn back time without feeling sick to our stomachs, a feat worthy of recognition on dancefloors and headphones alike this summer.
—Paul Shiffman

Blast Tyrants

While the summer days might be about beating the heat, the nights are all about rocking out, and when it comes to "rockin'" Clutch has it down pat. Their 2004 release, Blast Tyrants, is the most solid album they have to their credit. No bells and whistles, no experimentation with various influences, just straight up rock and roll. Album high points include "Mob Goes Wild" "(Notes from the Trial of) La Curandera" along with the albums sole ballad, "The Regulator." Filled beginning to end with fast and catchy as hell bouts of energy, there's nothing to say except that this album simply rocks.

—Kevin Gillich

Think About Life

Alien8 Recordings

Almost about this time last year, chatting on a sidewalk, Think About Life was just an idea...a great idea waiting to materialize, like all those other great hypothetical bands that make for good conversation fodder. Armed with a solid line-up, practice, performances, a myspace account and an album, the wait is over.
You want to know what a Montreal summer is like? Put this on. Agressive redundant keyboards, fuzzy lo-fi vocals and the ablity to unite dissonance to make a harmony is almost akin to waking up to scortching humidity and the noise of garbage trucks, haphazard biking around finding something to do, doing things spontaneously which are completely un-related to each other and capping the night off totally intoxicated...with life, among other things. It's that intense. Think about it.
—Mercedes La Rosa

Depeche Mode
The Singles 81 > 85

Reprise Records

Alright everyone, let’s play reviewer and reader. Depeche Mode’s compilation was released back in 1998, which means that we’ve all had 8 years to clue into its tasty beats. This might seem like a pretty “safe” recommendation; just a lot of hits mish mashed into one tidy little 17- track cd, however this summer, let Depeche Mode provide the tunes to your digital party. Whether it’s singing along and weeping to “Somebody” at a Karaoke bar, or marching down the street in time to “Dreaming of Me,” The Singles will remind you of why it still makes sense to get a bit too drunk and do the robot in the middle of Parking on a Friday night. The summer’s here.
—Cait MacIntosh

Angie Reed

Chicks on Speed

It’s summertime, and Angie Reed really doesn’t want to be herself. XYZ Frequency lives up the to the algebraic ambiguity of its name as we hear Reed desperately trying to escape the trappings of sweaty bodies, boring retail jobs, and a complete lack of direction. And boy, do hysterics ensue: one minute Reed is “at a party having fun,” but next thing you know she’s “dancing tarantella to a machine gun.” The 17 different Angie Reeds that populate this album have no idea what ‘genre’ means, but they do know how to “Hstle a Hustler;” reflective of the season where misspelling and prostitution can go hand in hand. Reed #4 sums it up perfectly: the “Longest Days in Summertime” are what you make them. So fuck the air conditioning and bust out the space heater, because as Reed might say, the hotter the better.
—Paul Shiffman

Glissandro 70


Summer's hot sometimes. Really, really hot. And while we all love the heat because it gives us the freedom to ride around the city on our bikes in a drunken stupor trying to find the newest, coolest, and least known venue for ass shakin', we always appreciate just a little cool so we might get a few winks in the early morning. Sandro 'Polmo Polpo' Perri and Craig 'Guitarkestra' Dunsmuir's newest collaboration Glissandro 70 is a little like the perfect summer. Scorching rhythms and the soul of a dance fiend coupled with a kind of humbleness that keeps it from over heating. And running in at just around the 30-minute mark, this album is a sweet little package that proves itself to be both the bottle of booze and the aspirin.
—Dan Baudin

Amplifier Worship

Southern Lord

Summer is approaching, with it comes the scorching heat. When those 35 degree or hotter days hit and your sitting on your porch too hot to even move, this is the music to listen too. If lethargy were a movie, this would be it's soundtrack. The Japanese trio's first full length, at 5 songs totalling over an hour of music, this album is an exercise in noise and patience. The album trudges it's way through simple, feedback drenched riffs which repeat for five to ten minutes before guitarist Wata even begins to consider changing them up. Things pick up slighty with the groovy, jungle rythm halfway (6 minute mark) through "Ganbou-Ki" before kicking into the thrashy "Hama." Afterwards things slow way down again before finishing up with a five minute fade-out during closing track "Vomitself." As challenging as it is enjoyable, those able to sit through will discover something unique, brilliant and oddly satisfying.

—Kevin Gillich