Cold War Kids

I stumbled across Cold War Kids while at the office yesterday. Once the music kicked in one of my fellow desk jockeys exclaimed, “Turbo Indie!” Indeed. With their minimal jangles of guitar, sparse percussion and fluttering Buckley-esque vocals, Cold War Kids are about as “indie”-sounding as you can get. The other offerings on their myspace page recall the “freak” folk-ishness of Devendra Banhart and friends. Either way, Cold War Kids come close to reaching that primal place where music originates in all of us.

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John P. Strohm

Yet another Internet moment — Juliana Hatfield has a new album out, Made in China, and while I was checking out the buzz about it on her website, I remembered and looked for the Blake Babies, and their website said John P. Strohm is releasing a new album soon. His website had these MP3s, full of nice psychedelic pop with a touch of country, from his two late-’90s albums, Vestavia and Caledonia. And if you like what you hear, more info about his new album (including demos and other downloads) can be found at musicalfamilytree.com, a site dedicated to Indiana musicians. Viva fiberoptics!

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Cat Power

Cat Power’s been napping. By the time her new album, The Greatest (not a greatest hits record — boy I’m sure her label friends will tire quickly of repeating that mantra), hits stores in January three years will have passed since her last album. Not bad really. The space between her last albums lasted about four years. I should cut her some slack. The wait is always worth it. This time around she taps the Memphis soul scene for her backing musicians, with, among others, Al Green’s boys, Teenie Hodges (who co-wrote “Take Me to the River” with Green) on guitar, and Leroy “Flick” Hodges on bass. Judging from the small sample offered, Chan Marshall may be on her way to creating a timeless work of art.

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The Tah-Dahs

So you’re making a mix CD for your latest stalking victim…er, love interest and you need to add that perfect dose of humor and hooks to make it clear you’re not taking yourself too seriously. You’ve already run through your Weezer and Jonathan Richman collection. Where do you turn? Tah dah! Meet The Tah-Dahs.

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Jupiter One

I’ll admit to occasionally hatin’ on NYC bands, usually of the gratuitously post-punk variety, what with their fashionable arrogance and snarls of prissy posturing. But, these days, it appears that “fun” is the new black. Case in point, Jupiter One, whose bounce-on-the-balls-of-your-feet numbers can stand tall alongside new wave forefathers like The Cars with nary a double-take. Lead singer K’s low tenor is as crisp as a starched white shirt and he can dodge canned guitar riffs (that’s a compliment), B-movie synth sounds, and even an electrified violin much the way Dave Derby did in the Dambuilders. All of it makes for great music to drink coffee to — or possibly a coffee substitute. Either way, things are looking up in downtown NYC.

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Dropkick Murphys

For those of you who find Flogging Molly too restrained, melodic or musically talented, here’s Dropkick Murphys. Full-on Celtic punk rock, yelling and brogue and steel-toed boots, it’s all here with the Murphys. Their version of “The Auld Triangle” is what I always thought the Red Roses for Me out-take of the same song by the Pogues would sound like, I guess. But “The Warriors Code” is for true believers (and is just way too cheesy for me).

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