It feels like I’ve been waiting years to hear something new from Santigold, the insanely talented Brooklyn singer/songwriter/producer who owned my world with her self-titled 2008 debut album. Oh, wait, it has been years. Right.
Santigold, who used to go by Santogold, was nice enough to drop the video for her new single “Big Mouth” in my inbox today. Stream it above. It’s a strange and wonderful sloppy kiss of bright colors, jagged animation and super catchy tribal beats. Her next album, “Master of My Make Believe” should be out later this year. (I hope it’s sooner than later.) Now let’s get back to dancing!
Lena Dunham is not the voice of her generation. But she made a pretty good little movie last year, and HBO, in its infinite hit-and-miss-dom, has decided to give her a show. It’s called Girls, or #Girls, and it looks like a breezier version of Dunham’s debut feature, Tiny Furniture. I will watch. (I am not a girl.) Here’s a preview of the show:
I bet Lena Dunham pees herself laughing every time she sees an ad for New Girl.
Apparently this is a film, or a TV show, or a web series, or nothing but a potentially great sci-fi comedy epic that will never happen (?) starring Billy “Pippin” Boyd, Amanda Tapping, Lana Lang, and that guy who can’t act for shit from Sanctuary. I like the tone, I like the music, I like it when Billy “Pippin” Boyd shoves the Sanctuary Debbie Downer aside. I hope Space Milkshake gets made.
I was already a fan of Wild Flag‘s curvy, come-hither grooves, but this video for “Romance” just sealed the deal — Wild Flag is, like, totally my favorite new band and stuff! Watch now:
This clip for “Electric Band” is also quite loveable.
I’m watching Weeds again. You too? OK, good, this should be fun.
Season seven opened with a three-year time jump, which didn’t really bother me at all. I didn’t mind skipping over the bulk of Nancy’s prison stay or the boys’ wild adventures in Copenhagen. I let the Weeds take me wherever it wants to go, and I never get too worked up whenever things start to go off the rails or when the plot heads in a strange new direction.
Remember when Majestic burned down and Nancy moved the fam out of suburbia? I liked that. Up to that point, Weeds was somewhat of a dark and brilliant commentary on what’s really happening behind closed doors in our squeaky clean, manufactured suburban communities. Moving away from that premise was a risk, and several viewers and critics mark the end of season three as the point when the series started going downhill. Not me. I appreciated the change. I love TV shows that shake things up and allow their characters to grow and change and to follow something that resembles a natural arc. (Part of what made Buffy so special was that the characters were allowed to move on from high school and stumble into adulthood. Same goes for Gilmore Girls and several other of my favorite shows.) Early in the series’ run, the Weeds showrunners apparently decided that they didn’t want to be stymied by the “pot-slinging mom in suburbia” concept anymore, so they chucked the rulebook out the window (but not before dousing it with kerosene and setting it on fire). That decision has kept things interesting, to say the least.
I’m sure some of you have seen this before, but I just had to post it here after hearing Jimmy Fallon sing his version of Bob Dylan’s version of the Charles in Charge theme song recently on Marc Maron’s WTF podcast.
I don’t watch Jimmy’s show as often as I should (I’m a @Craigyferg man), but I’m going to start reading the Late Night blog weekly from now on so I don’t miss amazing stuff like this. Go Fallon! And feel free to keep laughing at yourself on camera if you want to, I don’t care.
Seriously, it’s not. Just ignore the guy’s mustache and the stupid Casio beat at the end, and you’ll see. It’s a lovely, earnest pop music performance by Austin’s The Sour Notes. A little twee, yes, but genuinely lovely.
My pal Manny has a hand in making these videos for Kiyanna Project, also an Austin thing. They’re on the Tweeter too. Do support.
… But it’s still funnier, stranger, and more interesting than anything you’ll see in Transformers 3: Anal Rape of the Moon (or whatever) this weekend.
Watch Louie, people. It’s on Thursdays on FX, and it’s incredibly original. And funny. And sad. And great. Then watch Wilfred immediately after. Thank me later(z).
Warehouse 13 doesn’t get a lot of love from the critics. There’s rarely much buzz surrounding the show when compared to critical darlings with obsessive followers, like, say, Game of Thrones or Doctor Who (both fine shows, btw). It’s a shame, because the Syfy series, which begins its third season on July 11, is one of the most enjoyably wacky things on TV.
Sure, Warehouse 13‘s chief ambition is to entertain sci-fi nerds with goofy plots about insane magical artifacts — Timothy Leary’s psychedelic glasses, Samson’s jawbone, Bruce Lee’s punching bag, etc — but I can’t seem to get enough of its inspired mix of screwball comedy, action, sci-fi/steampunk geekery, and nerdy pop culture jokes. Season 3 can’t come soon enough!
Head after the jump for a great preview clip from the season 3 premiere, featuring new cast member Aaron Ashmore (Smallville, Fringe), and more photos from the episode. I’m covering the new season of Warehouse 13 for TV Blend, so remember to head there every Sunday for my thoughts on the latest episode, starting July 12. Check out the promo photos below, and read a short post wrote about the show for TV Blend.
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