Coachella Countdown/Wishlist #18: Fitz & The Tantrums
Every summer, KCRW has a concert series at the Hammer Museum. One fine July evening I drank Modelos, smoked too many cigarettes, danced beside Marisa Tomei, and convinced the many graybeards in attendance to get their hands in the air. If Fitz is half as good at Coachella as they were that night in a fucking museum, then people’s heads might explode.
Coachella Countdown/Wishlist #20: Frank Ocean
Two of the biggest artists in the world at the peak of their abilities in Kanye and Hov decide to do a joint album, and the first person we hear on it is Ocean. Swag. With melodies fresh from the outer reaches of space that cuddle up to your brain like an old friend, Frank Ocean has an uncanny ability to get everyone caught up in some kind of Jungian daydream of groove. I’m very curious to see where he takes us.
Coachella Countdown/Wish List #21: Real Estate
I wasn’t so into them until I was flying back to LA from Florida and some college radio Sirius station on the plane played Exactly Nothing. I’m not sure if it was a matter of being starved of good music after being subjected to South Florida’s idea of radio for a week, or just being 10,000 feet in the air, but that song took me places. They’d be great as a sunset band.
Coachella Countdown/Wishlist #22: Azealia Banks
Nikki Minaj probably thinks she sounds this dope, but despite all her manic histrionics, she lacks the spontaneity and playfulness Azealia exudes without even opening her mouth. When she eventually does start spitting, it’s like a sonic version of summer vacation: fun, sexy (not slutty), a bit mischievous, and over way too soon.