- Love and Rockets. I actually didn’t know the name of this band at all, but since hearing of their reunion comeback tour and the propensity of it’s social impact, I looked into it.

They sing that one song you know, and they’re from the 80’s. You know this band, and you never knew it. It’s them. Kinda like the Happy Mondays. But not. And I doubt Scarlet Johannson will be singing with this guy on stage this year. Also to mention: When Bauhaus went on Hiatus, Peter Murphy went to Dali’s Car. The remaining members of the band went to Love and Rockets. Again, I’m not doing any research… but Love and Rockets is definitely Bauhaus without Peter Murphy, hard as it is to tell.

- My Morning Jacket. Sooooooooooooooo sooooooooooooooo sooooooooooooooooo magical live. Legendary. Visceral. Kinda like a jam band, these guys play epic fucking love songs on their album Z. Songs that somehow avoid being cheesey. Songs that you wouldn’t normally relate to, until you’re sitting on a blanket with a girl who isn’t your girlfriend and you decide to hold hands but not fuck her. Songs that inspire.

- Spiritualized. They fucking got asked BACK… BACK… BACK by Radiohead to tour with them for a second time. They did a killer version of Yoko Ono’s only good song, “Walking on Thin Ice.” Like lots of killer Coachella bands, their prime was in the 90’s. I think they were part of Spaceman 10 or whatever that bands name was, but I’m trying to write this as close to quickly as possible without actually having to do any sort of real research. Correct me if I’m wrong, but this guy goes down as one of the more prolific songwriters of his crappy musical era.

- Justice. MTV diarreah. Terrible, catchy, wonderful electro-dance-pop. Awful lyrics that make you wanna go out and do blow off supermodels in red-lit nightclubs. Wet vaginas. Bare, bouncing titties. If someone could make a porn movie that kept up with Justice on “Cross,” it could save the industry in a way the music industry could never, ever be saved.

- Black Mountain. Saw them at Dan’s Silverleaf a month or so back. It was different than I expected. They played with a Murder City Devil’s offshoot — the Cave Dwellers or something like that. I really enjoy the 70’s psychedelia feel of this band, and they sort of soundtrack a moment or two in my life.

- Annuals. On the same wing as the Arcade Fire, these guys took off real quickly thanks to the internet. They’re extremely young. Younger than me. Like freshman in college or somesuch. They’re way too talented for their age, and their shit is catchy in a way that suggests they have memorized every pop song since Benny and the Jets. The song “Mama” makes me wish I had a better one. And I’m on Adam Baker’s top 8 on Myspace. omfg.

- M.I.A. I’m totally unfamiliar with her catalogue of music, but she makes headlines, she speaks her mind, and her fans are fucking bonkos over her live shows. She upsets entire countries when things fall through and she has to cancel a show. I look forward, finally, to seeing her though. The opportunity never arose.

- Holy Fuck. Good, new band. I keep trying to think of what I want to say about them, but I think this video sums them up very well.

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