Monday, July 23rd 2012
News: Daily Headlines
New Beck, Lanegan’s Mad Season, Velociraptor Gun Crime & More
In the “holy shit that’s awesome” department, the new Mad Season album will feature Mark Lanegan.
Get your achingly beautiful love song on with The XX’s new single Angels. Listen here.
The Game has spent $200,000 on a leather Ferrari, because fuck you. Smart investment in this booming economy.
Some Kind of Awesome has a taste of a new Beck song for you. We prefer his Silk Pillow collaboration with Childish Gambino, but that’s just us. And the fact that it’s fifty times more awesome. Let’s not split hairs though.
Old velociraptor-skin bag desperately clinging to faded relevance and artistic impotence does desperate things for headlines. And gets them.
The Killers debuted four new songs the other night in concert. Dig in.
When watching old men act like Dungeons & Dragons characters and screaming things like “Everybody out there feeling a little bit WASTED?!!” make sure you don’t text anyone about it. Because you’ll be the embarrassment, not them. Wink.
Snoop Dogg is now Snoop Lion, and by the sound of it he’s made one terrible, annoying-ass reggae record.
It’s very nice of Rolling Stone to offer us a free download of Dead Sara‘s Weatherman single. While you’re enjoying that, check out our Antiquiet Session with the band, including an gorgeous cover of Nirvana’s Sliver.
Michael Jackson’s momma is missing. Wait, maybe not. Those quirky Jackos.
“Blink-182 drummer Travis Barker was forced to give up drugs after doctors found six ulcers in his stomach.”
The idiot box has all kinds of musical guests on this week. We’ve got the full list.
When was the last time you heard of a band cockblocking a record label that’s trying to destroy fans’ lives for downloading? Good on ye, All Shall Perish.
Amy Winehouse is dead, and she was a cracked-the-fuck-out crazy person who sabotaged herself entirely, but this new song of hers really is quite good.
That Coachella Cruise genuinely looks stupid as shit, but you can win tickets to the second-rate hipsterfest right here. Remember, though: it’s really fucking hard to get high on a cruise ship.
