Entries associated with the tag "Office":

For their new video, "Oh My," Office went for a skanky, retro-porntastic 80s vibe. Even professional porn-hounds approve of the finished product—it appeared not only on Gawker Media's music blog, Idolator, but also on its sex-obsessed sibling site, Fleshbot. From the number of warnings plastered on the video's site you might expect that you were about to see some full penetration, but the whole thing's safe for work, which is probably a bummer if you have some sort of thing for jerking off while listening to bouncy pop music. Which I'm guessing some people out there do.

The new issue of Spin showed up at my house today, and after giving it a cursory flip through I'd say it looks like the magazine has a serious boner—that's a journalism term—for the City of Chi right now. The Spin Mix lists Miss Alex White & the Red Orchestra's sugar-thrash treat "Squeaky Clean" and the bumping remix of Matt & Kim's "Yea Yeah" that Flosstradamus (described here as "DJ gremlins") did a little while back. A few pages later there's a picture of Kid Sister alongside a description that makes her come off as some sort of club gangsta rather than a fun-time lady who raps about getting her nails done. Then Office shows up with a full-page profile that's oddly focused on their drinking abilities. It's a full-on Chicago party up in there.

Just as I was thinking how weird it is that I've probably seen half of this month's Spin together in the same room, I got an e-mail alerting me that the Mannequin Men—local purveyors of "tight-pants swagger"—are today's band of the day at Spin.com. You can and should download the track "Boys" from their upcoming Fresh Rot here. (Full disclosure: I wrote the bio for Fresh Rot's press materials and those guys are my bros.)

I smell a "Chicago is the New Seattle Austin Portland Montreal New York" trend piece in our near future.

Today I count myself among the walking wounded, thanks in part to a seriously late, seriously partying party last night. At this point I'm not sure if anything down here is going to beat watching the Pack play behind an Amtrak station at 4 AM using a compact Japanese car as a stage to an audience of about a hundred people drinking Natty Light.

Last night was a big night down here for Chicago. I personally caught Brenmar, a solo set by Bruce from Yakuza, Office, and the Ponys, and ran into a bunch of other Chi-towners on the street and at shows. I missed David Vandervelde and Catfish Haven, but reports on them were strongly positive. I also missed Flosstradamus's set after the Pack—I'd already stumbled back to my hotel to fall asleep in front of Angel reruns for the second night in a row —but in usual Floss style they're playing something like 387 parties while they're down here, so I'm sure I'll catch at least one.

Aside from the sheer bonkers-ness of the Pack show, the best show of the fest so far was Fucked Up's set last night. The show was at a weird, pseudo-yuppie kind of bar, but the band played like it was the basement of a punk house. Lead singer Pink Eyes bashed himself in the forehead with his microphone when he wasn't barking into it, and the rest of the band was just scalding. I'm going to try my best to catch the rest of their shows down here. I could probably watch that band every day. Actually, having Fucked Up play a private show for me in my living room to start every day would be awesome.

OK, obviously I need some sort of sandwich or something. After lunch I'm hitting up the trade show for schwag—is it too early to wear a Zune T-shirt ironically?—and then shows, shows, shows until I fall down. I can't wait to see what White Savage does to the unsuspecting people down here.