Cat Fight!


(also titled: Holy Shit, EZArchive works again!) 

We cats have been on a little break ever since our filehost, EZArchive, decided that having a Web site that worked wasn’t that important. Well, it works now. Hoozah!

How often do three of your favorite bands’ favorite songs all have the same name? The correct answer is once. If you said anything else, go back to stupid camp because you are stupid. And stop by fat camp next door, because seriously, you’ve let yourself go a little.

So here we have the second Cat Fight! Three songs enter, one song leave. The theme? They’re all named “Shine a Light.” The downloads are all live-ish, and the actual individual performance was not taken into account. This is about the song at its core…it’s heart…it’s entrails…it’s tasty, tasty entrails. So please, when listening take that into account.

The Contestants

Wolf Parade – Shine a Light  wolfparade.jpg

Wolf Parade are from Canada, and they love to entertain. This is one of Dan’s tunes, meaning it rocks a bit more and has less yodeling than Spencer’s songs. This is a CBC Radio 3 Session version of the song, so it sounds pretty studio-ish. I know what you are thinking… they have radio in Canada? Yes, they do.

Best part of the song: It may sound contradictory to what I wrote before, but Spencer yelping in the background while Dan grinds out lyrics sounds particularly badass.

Worst part of the song: The end… I just don’t get it.

Best lyric: The second time he says, “I keep my head uptight, I make my plans at night, and I don’t sleep I don’t sleep I don’t sleep til it’s light.” Cuz that’s how I roll too.

Spiritualized – Shine a Light jason-pierce-spiritualized.jpg

Okay, this contest really isn’t fair. I mean, who is going to beat Spiritualized? The answer is no one. If you answered anything other than no one then you are stupid and should go back to stupid camp. This version is from 1997, at the Garage in Highbury, London. 1997 was pretty much a peak for the band, when they had three amazing albums to choose material from–Ladies and Gentleman, Pure Phase, and my favorite, Lazer Guided Melodies. I swear to fucking god that this song will be played at my funeral.

Best part of the song: The entry into chaos. You’d understand if you were a heroin addict. What’s that? You are? Sweet.

Worst part of the song: n/a

Best lyric: “When I’m tired and all alone, Lord, shine a light on me.” Well, that’s about all he says actually.

The Constantines – Shine a Light constantines.jpg

The finest rock ‘n roll band in America (North, that is) turns out another insanely good rock ‘n roll tune. I don’t know what this song is about, all I know is while listening to it I want to scratch up the curtains, piss on the rug, and slit the dog’s throat. Any song that makes me want to do that and makes me feel like I have a right to do that is A-OK in my book. They’re so fucking blue-collar that your fingernails get dirty just listening to the song. I’d say they belong in Pittsburgh if I didn’t hate Pittsburgh so much. You and me both, Sienna Miller.

Best part of the song: The intro. It’s a great hook that leads into a mellow beginning. Kind of like someone punching someone else in the face and then cooing, “Now I told you not to do that. Okay?”

Worst part of the song: The abrupt ending. Bry Webb just tears it up and then takes off. It’s not awful, but it’s not the best part of the song. In fact, I don’t even know why I included “Worst part of the song” in this post anyway. What a jerk I am.

Best lyric: “Don’t talk to me about simple things. There is no such thing. All a man can build is his vision, and I love my man for trying.” Blue-fucking-collar.

The Winner

They’re all winners! Just kidding, this isn’t the Special Olympics and I’m not taking that gutless route. The clear winner here is Spiritualized, in fact it was never a contest. I tricked you. All of you. Except for you, you knew what I was doing.

Second place is a tie! Just kidding, I’m not taking that gutless route. The Constantines wrap up second place, because if I don’t, I know the Buffalo Pipefitters Union #243 will kick myass. Blue-fucking-collar.

Flopping in third place, or as I like to call it, last place, is Wolf Parade. Now don’t get me wrong, I love their Shine a Light. I really do. But as in life, someone has to finish first, and someone has to finish last. Except in basketball tryouts. I wasn’t last on the depth chart, I was first to leave. Now give me another glass of delusion, please.



What’s up dudes? The lazy days of summer are almost in full effect here in this lovely city by the bay, so it’s been time to listen to music outside in the sunshine rather than listen to music in the livingroom while crying. Yes, I cry sometimes. Sometimes it’s because I’m worried about the rainforests, sometimes it’s because I have a really stubborn hairball in my throat. But I’m not ashamed to say that this kitty has a soul, and sometimes it pours out of my eyeballs. And sometimes, coming down off catnip can be really hard, man, especially when my dealer’s dry.

Anyway, yesterday was the perfect day to scratch up some summer music, and I was fortunate to stumble across the latest from Vetiver, To Find Me Gone (more on that later), and through association, a band called Feathers.

Now Feathers conjures up all sorts of gruesome images. As you know, I am a vegan (Mother Earth bears enough fruit to feed its people, no need to eat something just because it tastes good with BBQ sauce, brothers). So feathers to me are things I only see savages pick their teeth with after devouring an innocent chick. Heathens!

But Feathers also happens to be several bands–I’ll explain. Digging up Vetiver brought me to Feathers. I checked ’em out, and found a lovely E.P. by the name of Absolute Noon. Imagine Tortoise, Stereolab, and The Go! Team (if they were good) thrown under a truck, run over repeatedly ’til they’re flat as a pancake, then rolled up and used to snort some Pixy Stix. That’s their sound.

So I tried to share them with some friends, and next thing you know, they think Feathers is too hippy…even for me. I listen to a particular session Susie Vomit is referring to, and she’s right. It’s a different band, also by the name of Feathers. Seriously, what the fuck?

First of all, Feathers is a stupid name for a band. And here we got two bands both calling themselves Feathers. Whoopty-doo they did the whole “We don’t need a ‘the’ in our names” thing like Islands. Still. It’s stupid. But that’s not all, in scratching around for Feathers stuff, I find The Lovely Feathers, another band–but with the ‘The’ and an adjective.

This predicament called for the debut of Cat Fight!–a special section to throw bands and songs into the metaphorical Octagon and let ’em duke it out.

The Contestants

Synopsis: A three-piece based out of Miami on Home Tapes label. Recorded with some producers who worked with Wilco and Tortoise. Instrumentals with groovy organs, bells, pianos, etc… Absolute Noon is first of three EPs scheduled… next one (‘Synchromy’) is done and should be out soon.


Sounds like: Tortoise, Stereolab, The Go! Team. Well sort of Go! Team.

Motto: “Fuck words!”

Choice quote: “What it most closely resembles, however, is the work of the little-known, but pioneering artist in this genre, Nathan Michel, whose wonderful disc, Dear Bicycle, deserves widest possible hearing–though it must be said Feathers operates without the formal compositional rigor that underpins Michel’s work.”

Feathers – My Apple Has Four Legs
Try and dig up “The Rise”… it’s rad.

Synopsis – A six-piece from the hippiest parts of Vermont. I mean even hippies call these people dirty hippies. First real full length (self-titled) released in April, but was previously released in limited quantities. Totally were DIY…sold their album as an LP only at their shows. Afraid of parking “in the big city.”


Sounds like: hippies with a lot of instruments, Espers. Just picture beards and big brown jugs with ‘XXX’ on them.

Motto: “Is this a real fight? Because we didn’t bring any weapons. Just this bitchin’ mandolin.”

Faux artsy quote: “This music makes me feel like making something myself. I put it on while I’m painting. Or I put it on to make myself FEEL like painting. I think it’s the openness of the songs and the collaborative music-making approach of the band itself that comes through the music and enters the brain. Sorry, there’s no other way to explain.”

Feathers – To Each His Own
Feathers – Live at WNYC

The Lovely Feathers
Synopsis: A five-piece from Montreal all 23 years old 24-years old (thanks Jena – I’m a retard) or younger. Seriously, what are they putting in the water in Montreal? Album ‘Hind Hind Legs’ just released in April.

Lovely Feathers 

Sounds like: Early Ash and The Cribs if they were even more hyper-active and a bit more goofy, any young band that also has ADD and was crushed under its own talent. Tiny tiny tiny bit like the whole Tapes n Tapes and Pavement thing.

Motto: “We want more candy and beer.” 

Retarded quote: “When I put my headphones on and pressed play, I found myself ,quite quickly, being transported into a strange, wierd, intense, escapist, energetic, painful, yet pleasant land. Their lyrics are quite limbic, though sometimes linear, and other times not-linear at all. still the words somehow create a cohesive tapestry, where, I the listener can still some how interact and re-appropriate the fabric. obvioulsy due to the limbic, sometimes vague nature of the feathers lyrics, we will all undoubtedly have our own interpretations, but for me,generally speaking, the words seem to be about the natural fragility of human power relationships within society, and the neccessary but tragic ego that we seem to bring into them.” Seriously, someone wrote that.

The Lovely Feathers – Ooh You Shocked Me!
The Lovely Feathers – E Man Sorrow

Winner: The Lovely Feathers take it today with their bitchin’ quirky rock. But as we all know, young bands and quirky rock either OD or fizzle out before they can actually make something of themselves. And for each of their great songs, there’s one eighth of a song that isn’t, which is a pretty darn good ratio. Still, highly recommended expect big and bright things from them in the future-ish time.

Miami-based Feathers should make a name for themselves and their avant-garde instrumental pop sound. Expect them to be a leader of the next big thing in music, coming sometime next year. And also expect them to change their name. I got a name, how about “The Lovely Feathers”? Fuck–already taken. Really looking forward to the second E.P.

And as for Vermont’s Feathers, well you guys aren’t bad…but you’re no Vetiver. But let’s be honest, the whole hippy folk thing is just like befriending some nice hippies. You let one come into your house, and he’s cool and does his dishes, maybe even buys a six-pack. But soon, you get a bunch of other uninvited hippies in the house who start drum circles in your kitchen and won’t shut up about hybrid cars.