iTunes Alt Fulminate: Black Days of March
I’ve been through a long music drought through the end of winter. I finally have some albums worth referring. Enjoy.
Band of Horses 
Everything All The Time
Just buy this album. It’s hard not to just put this thing on repeat and play it to death. I’ve been wanting something like this for a while. Seriously–buy this, listen, then come back and check out the rest. You’re still reading. Go get it. My Morning Jacket’s Z was the last album that made me play this much. Before that? Not even sure.
Mates of State
Bring It Back
The first few runs through the 30 second samples didn’t convince me on this album. How wrong I was. In the right mood they finally hooked me. And now, upon more listening, not sure why I didn’t dig it from the start.
Metal Hearts
Socialize
A softer, poppy group of tracks–but Metal Hearts are getting good rotation on the stereo and the iPod–at work, at home, in the car. The cover art reminds me of Magic Numbers–and maybe the sounds do too (not really–sorry it was late when I wrote this). Socialize is the stickiest of the tracks with a hooky repetitive loop that ebbs and flows through the arc of the song.
Tapes ‘n Tapes
The Loon
A unique set of tracks that sound distinctive yet familiar. I think the albums I’ve selected for this Fulminate all fit well into a playlist–as evidenced by my recent tracks played.
The Lilys
Everything Wrong Is Imaginary
This is a pretty whacked out set of songs. Play. Play again. Enjoy. It may take a while to grow. But it will. Gina was unimpressed through the first few tracks I previewed for her. I think she’s warmed up to it like a good spicy chai.
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Show Your Bones
It’s not Fever to Tell, but I think I like to better. Too early to tell. But not too early to know there are some winning tracks here. Like Mates of State the songs didn’t immediately grab me but have since.
The Sounds
Dying to Say This to You
This is grrl garage rawk. If I had a 67 Impala I’d be pumping this at volume 11 and riding the roller coaster pasture hills of my childhood home of Wisconsin. A sixer anyone?