We’re Nothing And Nothing Can Help Us
I‘ve been doing the shallow water through the voluminous 2006 South by Southwest mp3 catalog (available as torrent file here) for about a month now (the conference ended two weeks ago) and I’ve made it as far as “T.” I’ve uncovered some good stuff so far, stuff I hope to revisit and write about at a later date, but I may be stuck on “T” for a while. Not only because this is where a bunch of bands whose names start with “The” reside, but because I’m too busy grooving out to The Real Heroes.
case you’re ever in the neighbourhood) has a fantastic selection of local and national, independent and commercial acts. I explained that I like good indie pop and rock, but I fall in love with albums that require a lot of listens before appreciating, and the kindly gentleman behind the counter offered up quite a few recommendations. And all for acts I wouldn’t otherwise have known about in Los Angeles. I bought 3 of the recommended CDs: 
their long-awaited album Handcream for a Generation. Tjinder Singh, who basically is Cornershop, mixed funk, soul, disco, reggae, electronica, and rock into the tasty masala that is this album. Don’t let the reggae scare you off (it almost had that effect on me). It bears its ugly head in the song Motion the 11, but even I got captivated. Well, maybe I just got sucked in by the person dying in the background and blubbering like a perfect idiot. But really, for me the centerpieces of the album are the single Lessons Learned from Rocky I to Rocky III and the sitar/guitar psych-out Spectral Mornings.