When we last checked in on Juliana Hatfield, she was righteously pissed that we left her out of our pantheon of cute rock babes. To which, bygones. And, well, we're sorry. That was a mistake.
She appears to have gotten over it. The former Blake Babies lead singer just released an album that's solidly in a musical strike zone that's so mine that I didn't even realize it existed. Hatfield's new record is called, evocatively, Juliana Hatfield Sings The Police. On it, Juliana Hatfield sings songs originally recorded by...The Police.
Sexy female voice singing one of my favorite band's songs? Wheel. House.
Showing posts with label rock babes. Show all posts
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Saturday, November 16, 2019
Tuesday, February 26, 2019
Jenny, I Got Your Number
Been a while since we last celebrated Jenny Lewis in these pages, but it's also been a while since she released a solo record. Nearly five years, to be semi-precise. She's back, though, with all the stuff that makes her her, and makes me dig on it. Here's a sultry, restrained live version of 'Red Bull & Hennessy':
Saturday, February 07, 2015
Chicks, Rock
You know how we feel about ladies with big...voices. And guitars, too. It's been far too long since we celebrated ladies who play it loud.
Clarence included Sleater-Kinney in his Gheorghemas finale, so they've been mentioned here recently. They should be mentioned more. Their long-awaited reunion has critics agog, though it would've even if didn't rock.
Ex Hex released Rips in October. It does. The D.C.-based band (bassist Betsey Wright still works at The Black Cat) is led by veteran punk Mary Timony, who's exactly my age. If slightly more edgy.
Indie types will know Courtney Barrett from her summer hit 'Avant Gardener', a slow-moving, but clever story of an anaphylactic episode (rock and rolllllllll). "Pedestrian at Best' starts with a grungy riff and stays there.
Finally, badass Annie Clark has another new track out (as a part of a forthcoming digital remix of her self-titled 2014 record, St. Vincent). We've lauded her before, but man, she's as good as anyone making music today.
Clarence included Sleater-Kinney in his Gheorghemas finale, so they've been mentioned here recently. They should be mentioned more. Their long-awaited reunion has critics agog, though it would've even if didn't rock.
Ex Hex released Rips in October. It does. The D.C.-based band (bassist Betsey Wright still works at The Black Cat) is led by veteran punk Mary Timony, who's exactly my age. If slightly more edgy.
Indie types will know Courtney Barrett from her summer hit 'Avant Gardener', a slow-moving, but clever story of an anaphylactic episode (rock and rolllllllll). "Pedestrian at Best' starts with a grungy riff and stays there.
Finally, badass Annie Clark has another new track out (as a part of a forthcoming digital remix of her self-titled 2014 record, St. Vincent). We've lauded her before, but man, she's as good as anyone making music today.
Sunday, September 07, 2014
Here's Where the Story Begins
We've got a bit of a tradition of ironic juxtapositions to kick off NFL weekends in these parts. (If you don't mind stretching the definition of 'tradition' to mean that one time we posted a Morrissey song with a Sunday reference.) And who are we to mess with tradition on this, the first Sunday of a bright, shiny new NFL season?
Back in the early 90s, The Sundays were a staple of college radio and MTV's 120 Minutes. Lead singer Harriet Wheeler combined ethereal vocals and a lilting British accent with the kind of alternative rock girl vulnerable beauty that slayed the 20 year-old me, and makes 44 year-old me remember her wistfully.
Their only real U.S. hit, 'Here's Where the Story Ends' is posted below. It ain't gonna fire up a locker room, but it'll take some of us back to a time and place, and isn't a bad way to spend a lazy weekend morning.
(If you've got a few days to kill, check out that 120 Minutes link - it's a near-definitive archive of one of the more important shows in the history of alternative rock.)
The Sundays also did a pretty terrific cover of the Stones' 'Wild Horses', featured in the 1996 Mark Wahlberg vehicle, Fear. Harriet's just a little mesmerizing in this video.
And finally, foooootttttttbaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwlllllllllll!!!
Back in the early 90s, The Sundays were a staple of college radio and MTV's 120 Minutes. Lead singer Harriet Wheeler combined ethereal vocals and a lilting British accent with the kind of alternative rock girl vulnerable beauty that slayed the 20 year-old me, and makes 44 year-old me remember her wistfully.
Their only real U.S. hit, 'Here's Where the Story Ends' is posted below. It ain't gonna fire up a locker room, but it'll take some of us back to a time and place, and isn't a bad way to spend a lazy weekend morning.
(If you've got a few days to kill, check out that 120 Minutes link - it's a near-definitive archive of one of the more important shows in the history of alternative rock.)
The Sundays also did a pretty terrific cover of the Stones' 'Wild Horses', featured in the 1996 Mark Wahlberg vehicle, Fear. Harriet's just a little mesmerizing in this video.
And finally, foooootttttttbaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwlllllllllll!!!
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Giving Thanks
We could do what lesser thinkers do on this day and spew forth a litany of things for which we're thankful. Since lesser thinkers are almost always harder workers, that option's never really on the table for us. Instead, we offer a clip-filled but no less hearty thanks for one of our favorite things: rock babes. We're very thankful for them.
The Joy Formidable's Ritzy Bryan is a pixie with a giant voice.
Cat Power is still Cat Power.
Aimee Mann hasn't lost her fastball. Nor has John Hodgman.
The Dum Dum Girls are a modern day Hole with better hygiene.
Dessa'a gift for Mark, and for the rest of us.
And for good measure, the reigning champion, Neko Case.
UNNECESSARY EDITOR'S NOTE: rob beat me to the the Thanksgiving Day post, which is fine, because mine was simply going to contain this epic television sitcom clip:
The Joy Formidable's Ritzy Bryan is a pixie with a giant voice.
Cat Power is still Cat Power.
Aimee Mann hasn't lost her fastball. Nor has John Hodgman.
The Dum Dum Girls are a modern day Hole with better hygiene.
Dessa'a gift for Mark, and for the rest of us.
And for good measure, the reigning champion, Neko Case.
UNNECESSARY EDITOR'S NOTE: rob beat me to the the Thanksgiving Day post, which is fine, because mine was simply going to contain this epic television sitcom clip:
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