WVCW’s Top 20 (3/30/2014-4/5/2014)


WVCW’S Top 20 of the Week List


Tune into our top 20 every Saturday at Noon


The list of our favorite top 20 songs of the week …in no particular descending order







Night Terrors of 1927

Dust and Bones

Guilty Pleasures EP

The Black Keys



Real Estate

Had to Hear


Future Loves Past


Our Solar System EP

The War on Drugs

Red Eyes

Lost in the Dream

Tribu Ultraviolet



Walking Shapes

In the Wake

Taka Come one

Crooked Colors

Come Down

Come Down EP


Look Up

Days and Nights EP


If I Could Change Your Mind

Days Are Gone

How to Dress Well

Words I Don’t Remember

Repeat Pleasure

Mirror Kisses



RAC (ft. Matthew Koma)

Cheap Sunglasses

Strangers Pt. II

Sevyn Streeter


Call me Crazy…But EP


Sweet November

Suburban Lager

The Hold Steady


Teeth Dreams

The Last Internationale

The Killing Fields

Life, Liberty, and The Pursuit of Indian Blood



Closer EP

Theophilus London ft. Jesse Boykins III

Live In me

Love Apparatus

Victoria Monet

Malice in Wonderland





WVCW’s Top 20 (3/23/2014 – 3/29/2014)

WVCW’S Top 20 of the Week List

Tune into our top 20 every Saturday at Noon

The list of our favorite top 20 songs of the week …in no particular descending order




Alabama Coldcock

Black Pistol Fire

Hush or Howl

De Lux

Better at Making Time


The Coathangers

Follow Me

Suck My Shirt

London Grammar

Hey Now

If You Wait

Zella Day


Sweet Ophelia EP

Foster The People

Ask Yourself


Bi-Polar Sunshine

Drowning Butterflies

Drowning Butterflies EP

James Supercave

The Afternoon

The Afternoon


Don’t Wanna Dance

No Mythologies to Follow

Warm Soda

The One I Need

Young Reckless Hearts

Ava Luna


Electric Ballon


Carry on

Audio Justice

Chris Scholar


Language Arts EP

Doja Cat

So High


Jhene Aiko

My Afternoon Dream



Promise Me

Sweat it Out!

Ski Lodge

Our Love is Over Now

Big Heart



Surburban Lager

The Internet

Don’t Cha

Feel Good

Youngblood Hawke





MGMT’s newest, self-titled, record is a long, strange trip away from where they started on their debut, Oracular Spectacular. Combining lush, processed post production (courtesy of producer and psych wizard Dave Fridmann) with droning song structures the band has mostly abandoned the upbeat glow-pop that made them commercially successful. Even in comparison to 2010’s Congratulations, this record seems quite different for MGMT in terms of sound, lyrics, and songwriting.

Perhaps in retaliation to the sound that made them big, the overall tone (with the exception of the jaunty “Plenty of Girls in the Sea”) is much darker than before and the lyrics, while still being far out, seem more introspective and question the deeper elements of themselves. Lines like “I might feel better knowing I wasn’t alone” from “Cool Song No. 2” and “What am I really like inside” from “Introspection” reinforce the dark and reflective moods portrayed on the record. With most of the songs being rather dark and existentially themed, the previously mentioned “Plenty of Girls in the Sea”  is a refreshing breath of air, but feels so upbeat that it’s almost sounds like a trite novelty song instead of well placed sing along.

Musically this record draws more from their psychedelic forefathers, bands like The 13th Floor Elevators and Barret era Pink Floyd, than the electro poppy vibe of the 80’s, being very focused on drones and soundscapes. Songs like “Astro-mancy” and “Alien Days” focus on experimental structures and odd chord changes, and while the musical experimentation is very interesting, it detracts from solid, memorable, songwriting. The closest thing this album has to a hit is the lead single “Your Life is a Lie” and that, while fun, lacks the pop sensibility or unique sounds to make it stand out. However saying this record lacks a hit is not to detract from it’s importance or relevance. This record serves as another stepping stone toward the greater cause of having MGMT become comfortable with themselves. The running theme between all of MGMT’s releases post Oracular Spectacular are that they are running from the sound that made them famous. Their first record was the band experimenting on a blank canvas with no expectations of what they should sound like. Now each record is trying to be different, with the sole purpose of distancing themselves from “Kids”. Their self titled record proves to be about as far out as they can be, and ideally will lead to them feeling more comfortable using their synthy dance vibe while sonically experimenting over top of it.

Overall MGMT is best summed up by a line “Today, find infinite ways it could be worse/ It’s a blessing, but it’s also a curse” from “Alien Days”. I’m glad to see MGMT is continuing to put out records, but I would also like to see something a little more focused. This record is worth a listen but probably not a buy for most casual listeners and not diehard fans.


Painted on Water: Chicago Issue

This Turkish band may think they know how to rock out, but the new pop/jazz/rock style is a memo I must have missed. Painted On Water, produced by Demirkan, is a painful listen for the fellow rock lover. The album, Chicago Issue, is a jerk jazzy sound that is “spiced” up with some serious lack of talent on the guitar. This alone could make Painted On Water fail, but Erener’s adds those Polish pop vocals bringing this all together as one chaotic rock experience. An frightful experience one might find difficult to compare any other to. Where as most pop rock leaves much to be desired to the traditional rock fan, the jazzy upbeat completes any doubt in the listeners ear. The songs end up fading into one another, only stretching your headache into one long nightmare. This album could lead rock fans to insanity, not one member of this band works well with another, leaving your ears wanting to fall off your head just to get away from the ruckus they call music. Never before has any band disgraced a genre so badly. This album has no better use than to be a coaster for your dogs sunday treat that he’ll barf up later anyway.

Eddie B: Paper, Piff & Polo

Music Review: Eddie B- Paper, Piff & Polo

As it turns out, Paper, Piff & Polo is a pretty fitting title for this record as it’s just about all Eddie B talks about for the entire 48 minute disc.  In fact, I have no personal knowledge of Eddie B or anything about him, but by the 1,300,500 reference of smoking weed and the 100,900,800 reference to how much money he has (all numbers approximate) I started to think that maybe this guy really does like weed and money.

Luckily, Eddie B decides to branch out from time to time to cover other topics including intercourse with various females, describing how he’s the best at rapping, and then some more about weed smoking, because in Eddie B.’s world there’s never enough weed smoking.

Now full disclaimer before I begin to decipher this album on a track by track basis, I had never heard of Eddie B before listening to the album and after listening I’m not quite sure I’m in the target audience for such a project.  Truthfully I don’t even know what the B. in his name stands for and when I googled him the only information I could find was that he’s a white guy who apparently likes wearing hats and jean shorts.  But with that out of the way, here’s a track by track synopsis of the jean-short aficionado Mr. B.’s new album:

Track 1: Galloping

If looking for one track representative of Eddie B. look no further than galloping.  The track features all the Eddie B. favorites from smoking weed (I’m blazing the hash/get ready for the nuclear blast) to money (we making the cash fast) with a variety of sex references and brags thrown in for good measure.

Overall the track’s somewhat mediocre, but the language is definitely a little too salty to be playing on air.

Track 2: Rocket Ishmael

If held at gunpoint by Eddie B and his associates and forced to listen to one song off the album I would choose Rocket Ishmael.  The beat is surprisingly solid and Eddie B. seems to have brought out his best rhymes about weed and sex for the occasion.  Of course the song using former College Football star Raghib “Rocket” Ismail (not sure if he spells it wrong on purpose or not, maybe the weed’s getting to his head) talks about how he sells cocaine so quick it’s like he’s Rocket Is(h)mail.

Overall if I had to chose one song to play this would be it, but considering the number of obscenities and the fact that the song is about selling cocaine as fast as Rocket Ismail, probably not one to add to the playlist.

Track 3: Touchdown

In case you didn’t get that Eddie B liked football from his Rocket Is(h)mail reference in song two, he brings it back up with the track touchdown, although the parallel doesn’t make a lot of sense.  The song is basically him saying a bunch of things about having guns and smoking weed with him saying “touchdownnnnnnnnnn” at certain time in the chorus.

Overall beat starts off promising until Eddie B. says a lot of stuff that is in no way connected.

Track 4: Green Leaf Sermon

In conjunction with fellow rapper Roc Marciano, Eddie B. goes on a minute long verse throwing in a variety of sports references including Wayne Gretzky, Irving ‘Magic’ Johnson, and Michael Irving, the last of who he claims to have sold an 8-ball to.

Overall, no.

Track 6: The Warning

Another fairly mediocre song in which Eddie B. says he’ll “break up your family like orphan Annie.”  Not terrible but not what I would call good music, he also gets out-rapped by everyone else on the song.

Overall, no.

Track 7/8/9: Welcome to Surf School, Checkmate, Loudpack

None of these are necessarily bad, they’re not ones I’d go out of my way to play either.

Overall, no, no, and no.

Track 10: Piranhas of the Sky

Eddie B. starts off his verse: hickory dickory dock/ beautiful biddies from Sicilia, Italy sick on my Cock, which is about all you need to know about this song.

Overall, unless you’re into nursery rhymes turned sexual, no.

Track 11/12/13: Concentration, H.G.H., Anywhere it takes me

Isaiah Thomas, Rex Ryan, Mario Lemieux, Carmelo Anthony, Nolan Ryan, Pistol Pete references but nothing noteworthy otherwise.

Overall no, no, and another no.

Track 15/16: Destined for Greatness, Fountains

Synopsis of Track 15 sings about how he’s destined for greatness before rhyming: your bitch be looking good/but that pussy smell like tuna fish. Not sure this is what greatnes

Polly Scattergood: Arrows

Polly Scattergood, Arrows Album Review

Olivia August


Polly Scattergood’s sophomore album is relatively unimpressive. Many critics have described both the album and her overall sound as “dark”, but I think this description is topical, at most. Scattergood’s lyrics are not often lighthearted, but they also just float there with nothing to ground them. The album feels like reading the diary of a depressed, hip, teen poet. She attempts to appeal to her listener’s sensitive, lonely, introspective side but ends up going to juvenile with it.

Lyrics like “And I woke up in your bed/ covered in your roses red/ and there’s money in the liquor jar/ wished upon a falling star” in the song “Wanderlust” just kind of hang there. They attempt to be poignant or powerful but really they just sound untethered. There is no context. And then there are songs like “Cocoon” in which Scattergood sings “As I stumble, look away/ Don’t want you to see me this way/ I am no good, I am no good at all/ Nobody catch me when I fall”, just self deprecating lyrics that wreak of melodrama.

Scattergood’s sound is definitely an interesting one; her voice is dark, high, and clear and lends a sort of ethereal feel to her music. It pulls the listener in and makes them want to keep listening, to find out whom this Scattergood character really is. But that’s the problem; it does feel like a character, or even a caricature of the emotionally isolated artist. There isn’t anything deeper than the topically personal and the listener is left feeling as if they were reading the diary pages of a teenage fairy. There is not enough detail to connect with.


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