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negativewatermotel · 1 month

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An unfinished list of the best albums (imo)🌀🐛

Rocket - Alex G

Her Wallpaper Reverie - The Apples In Stereo

Keep It Like a Secret - Built to Spill

Jamboree - Beat Happening

You Turn Me On - Beat Happening

Teens of Denial - CSH

Twin Fantasy (Mirror To Mirror) - CSH

Either/Or - Elliot Smith

The Front Bottoms - The Front Bottoms

Talon Of The Hawk - The Front Bottoms

Rose EP - The Front Bottoms

Shake the Pounce - Gaze

Don’t Tell Me Now - The Halo Benders

The Rebels Not In - The Halo Benders

Atta Girl EP - Heavenly

Heavenly vs. Satan - Heavenly

Le Jardín de Heavenly - Heavenly

Freshman Year - Hop Along

Downward Is Heavenward - Hum

You’d Prefer an Astronaut - Hum

Live at Jittery Joe’s - Jeff Mangum

Remember That I Love You - Kimya Dawson

Earth Sciences - Laura Barret

Infinity Plus - Lois

Strumpet - Lois

69 Love Songs - The Magnetic Fields

Bury Me At Makeout Creek - Mitski

Lush - Mitski

Puberty 2 - Mitski

Sports - Modern Baseball

ITAOTS - Neutral Milk Hotel

Doolittle - Pixies

Tiger Trap - Tiger Trap

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omegaremix · 19 days

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Sarah’s 2013-2015 Requests.

My Bloody Valentine announced a new album in 2013. The whole world was taken by total surprise because their fans assumed the project all but finished. After 22 years since releasing Loveless, they released MBV a week later and created a frenzy. That was our first exposure to the band. Yeah, we know. Don’t judge us. We decided to play “Who Sees You” on our eighth show and something changed. A listener saw our playlist and messaged us to say it would be awesome if we played more shoegaze. Our first correspondence was made.

Sarah* loved the Nineties and was obsessed with Kurt Cobain. I was totally aware of Nirvana all throughout my Brentwood days and was curious to what shoegaze encompassed, so I went with it. Omega WUSB were never sitting ducks and always looked to new directions. We asked her to send some ideas our way and we honored them on-air because we liked them. She thanked us and kept it going. Next thing I know, we were exchanging Cobain’s death conspiracy theories. It was crazy. So crazy that she wielded herself against other obsessive Cobain fans on Tumblr who believed that they communicated with him in the afterlife, or the time she took ma’s credit card and ordered $800.00 worth of music on Amazon, including the extremely rare “Pennyroyal Tea” disc single. Lucky Sarah.

During that time, she still exchanged music with us and we still fulfilled her requests. She was thrilled, and so was her boyfriend, who heard her requests on our shows. As time went forward I learned more about her. Big news: she went to the same university like I had. She used to smoke and drink but moved on from that and her ex- towards a healthier lifestyle. She recently moved in with her ma’ to get away from her father who was unbearably horrible to them. She hated him so much that she’s waiting out his death to receive the inheritance. But we held on to what had us start talking to each other: her love of the Nineties, all things Seattle, and her recent shoegaze finds. Requests weren’t enough, so she pitched a Nirvana B-sides and rarities broadcast, and we started building it. And, would you believe? Slowdive was about to tour. So she got two tickets for herself and her new boyfriend. The result? She loved it. He, on the other hand, didn’t care for it. She thought he ruined her experience by not liking them. So she made him cry after they left the venue.

Two years after our Omega WUSB’s genesis, my family switched towns; the same town Sarah’s tells me where she’s from. What a coincidence. She was happy that it’s been two years we were in touch. The time was right to finally meet up. I’ll never forget driving right from work in tight Friday rush-hour traffic heading eastbound to meet her at a coffeehouse. I said 5PM but traffic made it 6PM. I felt so horrible and nervous, hoping she’d still be there. But she was, sitting by herself with a cup of coffe and a slice of cheesecake. I profusely apologized to her but all was good. She greeted me with a hello, a handshake, and a smile; brown shoulder length curls, a new Sonic Youth shirt, and denim shorts. She was the first and still only person I met through this platform. For three hours sitting tight we went over everything imaginable: her fascination of Cobain, her hatred of her father, and how she loved the five times she used cocaine with her friends. You should’ve seen the look on her face when she told me.

But our conversation wasn’t just made of Cobain death theories, hatred, and her savory of coke. I asked Sarah about the time she made her boyfriend cry after the Slowdive show. She went more in-depth about their relationship. While both had career ambitions, our sit-down happened to be close to their two-year anniversary, though she wasn’t sure if she was to stay with him. The day we met up, however, was her boyfriend’s birthday. I asked why she was sharing this time with me instead of him? She thought holidays and birthdays were pointless. But onto more brighter pastures. She did have one positive story about how her and her boyfriend walked 10 hours from Fire Island back to her residence eastward. She showed me her tiny red iPod Nano, all 8 GB’s worth of Nineties shoegaze, My Bloody Valentine, and you guessed it all: some more Nirvana.

Three hours later, the coffeehouse closed shop and it was time to go. We walked out as Sarah showed me the fresh scrape on her new car her dad bought her. We agreed to stay in touch to collaborate on our pending Nirvana broadcast and shook on it. We say our goodbyes and parted ways for the night as I had burgers and fries afterward. A few rounds of talks later only consisted of her selling me her futon for $600 but I kindly passed on the offer as I bought my bedroom set from Ikea. Then, one Nirvana legend going back all the way to my days in Brentwood was finally confirmed: the Fecal Matter tape, consisting of a pre-Nirvana Cobain and The Melvins’ Dale Crover, was finally confirmed to be real and released in the wild. So I asked her what she thought. No response. A few days pass and I might have saw something else that interested us both, so I passed it on to her. Still, no response. I sent her one final message saying “hi”, seeing if everything was OK on her end. A hard nada. Then I realized…fuck, it’s dead between us. She stopped responding. No rhyme or reason.

It’s a downer that someone who once supported your show, went to the same campus as you, and lived in the same neighborhood as you bails out. It felt fucked up that a friend did this. I say “friend” because I wasn’t interested in her past what we had. It took some time to realize that maybe she thought differently. Making her boyfriend cry. Not celebrating their anniversary. Not seeing him in her future. There definitely were issues. Maybe she was playing chessboards and examinig her options. I could be wrong. It’s possible. Regardless of logistics, or lack thereof, ghosting someone instantly benefits those who do it and leaves the person on the other end dealing with more foolish involuntary games no one likes to play. Games like self-doubt, confusion, or feeling less-than. What was it? Because I was late to meet her? Was it due to my injury? Was it because I didn’t buy her futon? I’ll never know any of that. Nothing awesome about this, people.

However, one important thing we teach here on Ω+ is that we seperate the music from the individual. Your friends come and go, first encounters turn sour, and even valued relationships crash and burn. Their lasting impression, however, stays in the music they give you. We’ll take that. Cassettes, burned CDs, file trading, playlists over faults, we say. We always want the most of our connections and we always try our best to do right by them. We can’t write off how My Bloody Valentine opened our eyes with shoegaze to where it’s a regular thing on our broadcast. Bands like Black Tambourine and Courtney Love (not Hole, but the K Records-signed duo) made some of our better springtime moments like Shiny Two Shiny did during winter and Marine Girls in autumn. Skywave even became one of our favorites to play when we want to blow our broadcasts right out of the sky (Stargazer Lilies, too). Not all of the songs Sarah sent me made it to broadcast or even became favorites of mine. But, here’s one interesting way to feel where one’s head and heart is at.

Just like the discriminating hipster girl I met in Stony Brook’s art bloc who showed me Helium’s “XXX” (1995) or how one of my ex-’s opened my eyes to John Frusciante and riot grrl, music is the one thing that ends in a positive finish and still does good by us. There’s no ill will towards Sarah and it could’ve been worse. We wouldn’t want it that way. We can’t write someone off or their music entirely because of how it ended. When you look at it, it’s been nothing but good all the way through. These things happen for whatever reason, apparent or not. I know I’m not the only one. It’s one thing to ask for a modicum of respect. We can’t tell people what we want of them or how to feel. It’s another that the moves they make on us music-wise outweigh the bad. Those are the feel-good moves that truly stay with us.

Suffice to say, I never got around to the Nirvana tribute. But, what’s really keeping us from doing one? We may if there’s a significant anniversary or birthday close by because that’s the spirit. Shoegaze is a done deal and it’s a forever thing. Sarah and I haven’t spoken since and that’s a shame. The songs she’s given me always made for great memories. If anyone here is asking: we’re doing fine. Really. We are. How about you?

Sarah’s requests:

Bedflowers, The Songs: Summer 1990

Slowdive “Morningrise”

Black Tambourine “Black Car”

My Bloody Valentine “Only Shallow”

Young Marble Giants “Posed By Models”

Courtney Love (band) Uncrushworthy

Shiny Two Shiny “Through The Looking Glass”

Ceremony “Old”

Eternal “Breathe”

Cocteau Twins “Circling Girl”

My Bloody Valentine “Drive It All Over Me”

Clean, The “Beatnik”

Bats, The “North By North”

Clean, The “Anything Could Happen”

Young Marble Giants “Ode To Booker T”

Nirvana “Old Age”

Tiger Trap “Sour Grass”

Swirlies “Jeremy Parker”

Sonic Youth “Stalker”

Stereolab “Jenny Ondioline”

Marine Girls “In Love / Honey”

Beat Happening “Hey Day”

Broken Water “Heal”

Cocteau Twins “Watchlar”

Young Marble Giants “Brand New Life”

Beat Happening “Noise”

Sonic Youth “White Cross”

Mazzy Star “Halah”

L7 “Andres”

Go Team, The “935 Patterson”

Shop Assistants (various)

Mum (various)

Rocketship (various)

Skywave (various)

Teen Suicide (various)

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they-livebynight · 4 months

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I miss being stoned and walking alone in the woods with my dog listening to the record over and over again and actually feeling fine.

#beat happening #calvin johnson #Youtube

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bandcampsnoop · 5 months

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12/11/22.

The Bug Club (Monmouthshire, Wales) were first mentioned here nearly 3 years ago. In that time, they've changed a little. First, they are no longer on the label Bingo Records (they've released many great records including Melin Melyn). Second, they've changed their sound some. When we first posted about them, their minimal sound was likened to both Beat Happening and Les Cox Sportifs.

"Rare Birds: Hour of Song" is a hodge-podge of sounds recorded over the past year. This is a double LP and as such, the band called it "a ""South Wales' Double Nickels On The Dime". This has got some weirdness that recalls Gorky's Zygotic Mynci at their finest. But, really, there are sounds that sound like Australian punk/post-punk. Then I saw that this was mastered by Mikey Young.

This is released by Canadian label We Are Busy Bodies.

#The Bug Club #Monmouthshire #Wales #Bingo Records #Beat Happening #Les Cox Sportifs #Melin Melyn #Minutemen #Gorky's Zygotic Mynci #Mikey Young #We Are Busy Bodies #Bandcamp

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gotankgo · 11 months

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Beat Happening “Godsend”

• You Turn Me On (1992)

#beat happening #godsend #You Turn Me On #audio #music #1992

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yj-as-precrashsonglyrics · 7 months

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yellowjackets as pre-crash song lyrics

tai x beat happening/red head walking

you bet you're gonna lose it to that hellbound crimson glory // that red head walking // red head walking

#yellowjackets #yellowjacketsasprecrashsonglyrics #taissa turner #tai turner #taivan #tai x van #tawny cypress #beat happening

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methdrinker · 2 years

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neolithicc · 3 days

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We know the least we can do to bring out the beast in you

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Look at the way they bear their teeth, uh huh isn’t that a wonderful beast?

Look at the way they sharpen their claws, uh huh isn’t that a wonderful beast?

Look at the way they swish their tail, uh huh isn’t that a wonderful beast?

Look at the way they slip their leash, uh huh uh huh isn’t that a wonderful beast?

#Calvin Johnson #beat happening #Olympia wa #music #playlist #jams #spotify #k records #a wonderful beast #2010s music #2010s #why does this song turn me on so much……..

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tempestades · 1 year

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mywifeleftme · 2 months

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331: V/A // International Pop Underground Convention

International Pop Underground Convention Various Artists 1992, K Records

My entrée to basically every art scene I’ve ever been involved in was basically just going to whatever extremely DIY festival that scene threw in my city and hoping. You see what seems like an unfathomable number of artists good and terrible (and very occasionally great), hit most of the venues, bars, and spaces worth knowing about, and sometimes even strike up some conversations with people who eventually become your friends. 1991’s International Pop Underground Convention in Olympia, organized by Candice Pedersen and Calvin Johnson of K Records, was the indie model for these fests as I’ve known them, and so it’s as directly responsible for a lot of the good stuff in my life as any musical event I can think of. Everything I’ve heard about it sounds like absolute paradise—the platonic ideal of all the times I’ve picked through mountains of sick screenprinted t-shirts by bands I’ve never heard of, eaten some weird and great food by a tattooed baker, and then ridden my bike on shrooms to catch bits of four shows on the same night, all on a dime.

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The lineup on this double-live compilation is all over the place musically, but it does a beautiful job of summarizing the thing indie/alternative music of the era shared despite its sonic diversity: a sense that the music you liked and what it represented could be a space of legitimate opposition to corporatism; that there was something worthwhile in wearing that belief on your sleeveless t-shirt; that the notion of “selling out” had some real conceptual worth; that we’re in this thing together. So, the International Pop Underground Convention LP serves up first-wave riot grrl (Mecca Normal, Bratmobile); DC post-hardcore (Nation of Ulysses, Fugazi); twee indie pop (Beat Happening; Spinanes); noise rock (Melvins; Unwound); grunge-y stuff, primitive singer-songwriter folk, surf rock, plunderphonic DJ sets, and more and more besides, all recorded live and kinda badly but “real.” As individual performances, few are essential, but collectively they are a powerful document of the alternative scene as it existed in the moment right before Nevermind changed everything.

I always think about how crazy it must be for someone like Nikki McClure, an Olympia visual artist who designed a bunch of early K Records sleeves and released a handful of EPs on the label, to have a performance preserved on the same disc as all these icons. On the one hand, it's not like she sits around in awe of like Beat Happening in the same way a fan would—they were friends and part of the same community, and probably still are to this day. But on the other hand, I’m sure when she comes across a copy of this LP there’s sometimes a dazed moment when it seems like that young Nikki singing her funny little a cappella song must be someone else entirely, the record itself an object manifested from a dream. But the International Pop Underground Conventional was real, and in its way, it carries on to this day.