Totally agree with A Time To Get. Thank goodness for compulsive internet collectors who collect cool & interesting things. And yes, these are vintage LP stereo banners. Stacked.

“1 Song. 1 Site. 1 URL. The viinyl platform turns your song into an interactive website – a digital version of the 45rpm single with artwork and videos. viinyl sites are optimized to travel the web, engage fans, grow market demand for your band and increase customer loyalty using marketing techniques for the web. viinyl is the product of our vision of how songs should be branded, consumed, experienced and distributed online, given today’s fun technology and digital savvy consumers.”

Interesting concept; reminds me of services like flavors.me for your own one stop url. But seriously, who in their targeted audience is going to know what a 45rpm single is? And what about the longevity of these urls? I suppose if you treat them like landing pages, get the visitor to complete something like a purchase or download, what does it matter?

Couple of things: Smooth Criminal is a timeless classic. Rasputina watch out.

I was giving Twin Shadow’s “Forget” a listen over the holidays and felt a faint stir of “hmmm, this reminds me of something….” And then it dawned on me, The Aluminum Group. There’s a bit of an influence, or at least it sounds like there should be. If you’re craving some of that obscure lounge-y pop but with a more contemporary electronic sound, Twin Shadow is your guy.

I lived a secret life back in my college radio days. Nights were spent listening & playing industrial music very loudly. If it was Skinny Puppy all the better. But the days were reserved for the sappiest ’70s ballads I could get my hands on. Rupert Holmes and his Piña Colada song (actually titled “Escape”) and Gerry Rafferty with his classics “Right Down The Line” and “Baker Street” were some gems. Sad to hear that Rafferty passed away earlier this week. The 70s birthed a special breed of song writer, sad to see them pass.

“The bulk of The Suburbs focuses on this quiet desperation borne of compounding the pain of wasting your time as an adult by romanticizing the wasted time of your youth.”

Pitchfork even gave it an 8.6.