Record Bulletin

Record Bulletin, 10/1: The Julie Ruin and Superchunk


Christ. Only one post in September. Means I ought to start October off right, especially since my listening routine—not to mention my writing routine—has taken a serious hit since starting a new and far more time-demanding job. Something like this happened when I relocated to Istanbul a year and some change ago, though I jumped back on after settling down after a month or so and went on a posting spree—one that, if memory recalls, outpaced my posting habit thus far in 2013. Of course, I wasn’t doing as much outside creative writing at that time. (Not that I’ve had a whole lot of time for that, either, but when I get the chance that’s usually where I focus my energy.) In some ways it’s good: Looking through my listening notes, I have plenty of albums I was considering as an A Minus or so, though at present I barely remember them or can’t discern what it was I saw in them other than critical glitz. These two are sure bets. Since my listening time has become constrained, I spin these whenever I get the crave for something new. I can’t promise my posting habits will get any better—I hope they will, but my commitment to this blog is fickle at best, a distraction I found amusing and challenging but not particularly fruitful—but my lack of posts has been in the back of my mind for a while, so even if the pieces become a bit more half-assed, you’ll at least have an idea of what I’m playing around my apartment.

The-Julie-Ruin-Run-Fast-608x6081THE JULIE RUIN – Run Fast (TJR): Staging a comeback after a run-in with a debilitating case of Lyme disease, riot grrrl godmother and former Bikini Kill/Le Tigre leader Kathleen Hanna reinvents the Julie Ruin pseudonym she used for a solo shot in the late 90’s as a full-fledged band to reignite feminist punk alongside contemporaries Corin Tucker and Carrie Brownstein, an XX-chromosome vanguard worth identifying as such since so many of their male counterparts can’t seem to keep up. A fresh take laden with stripped-down electronics and a blarting male screamer, this ranks among Hanna’s best. Think she concerns herself with remaking punk again? As Hanna says herself: “Girls like us don’t give a shit.” A

Superchunk-I-Hate-Music1SUPERCHUNK – I Hate Music (Merge): Wary of the lore still-operating and moderately revered indie bands garner about their glory days, I see Mac McCaughan’s title statement as revelation rather than ironic revelry. This Chapel Hill-based group has operated since 1989 and gathered a cult following large enough to file for tax-free status, though only after their long hiatus have they tuned in to melodic punk so theatric Tom Schultz would be proud to call it his own. McCaughan doesn’t hate music. He’s just bummed that in twenty-odd years it hasn’t reincarnated anyone yet. A MINUS


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