“SWEATERS formed late 2008 when 4 of Los Angeles’ finest musicians came together to make something timeless. There have been nights of parties. There have been nights of toil and hardship. There have been endless nights. There have been nights loaded with fulfilling sleep. Out of all of this constants have emerged. Sweaters pushes through it all. This band is a shark moving relentlessly in order to push the life-giving water of its surrounding space through its gills. In these uncertain times, no matter where the moon sits in the sky, whether SWEATERS is up or down, let us be clear on three constants:These boys, these SWEATERS, are rabble-rousers.

These men, these fine young men, make the truest music to come out of Los Angeles in a dog’s age.

Most importantly of all, and you must remember this: these boys know how to live.”

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Our homie Dev, aka lightspeed champion, aka blood orange, rolled through Heathrow airport en route to NYC from Paris and got fucked.  On his way home to gather some things before leaving NY for months, Dev was met with a series of unfortunate events.  In adherence to the stringent Heathrow rules, Dev got to the airport in London two hours before his flight.  The destination options on the Virgin Airlines electronic kiosque read many strange and far-off locales including Dubai, but not including his desired destination of JFK.

So, like any other disgusted and frustrated traveler, Dev waited impatiently in line for 40 minutes with no movement.  He found a special desk for despondent travelers where a woman informed him that she had found his reservation; however, after his long wait he was 1 hr and 15 mins early for the flight and would not be able to board.  His only option was a seat on a plane leaving the following day with a sneak-attack 500 pound cancellation fee.  Dogged as he was and British as he is, Dev politely inquired, “Surely something can be done.” The woman responded, “Sorry, What?”–indicating to Dev that she was neither listening nor concerned.

At this point the details are fuzzy.  Lightspeed bugged out, placing his middle-finger on the forehead of a Virgin employee, after which he smashed a luggage cart against the dispensing machine, causing a ruckus the likes Heathrow has never seen.  He was, in short, thrown out of the airport by security.  He is, in short, our hero.  Dev has stood up to airport injustice, which goes unpunished day in and day out.  Unfortunately for him, the only flight he was able to take was a direct flight to LA leaving our man with three shirts for three months, stranded in the abyss we call Silverlake.  Please send Slow Death any donations for our young warrior.

We’re all about family here at SD HQ. Izzy and Didi take care of us in times of need. Klicker gets us out of trouble of the legal brand. Brother Jesse sips coffee and patiently listens to our stories of woe. Baby Justin rolls through for some brotherly abuse. It is the season to appreciate those around you. This being said, my mom took me to an exhibit at the San Diego Museum of Contemporary Art (she’s hip like that) this Thanksgiving. The show was dope like her turkey and she said to me, “this would be perfect for your blog–I read it every week.” Well mom, you’re right. Check out Tara Donovan and a song for families. Also, it’s important to note that all her work is made with simple office or kitchen supplies (the above is made with Styrofoam cups).  More pictures after the jump.

This song describes the logistics of most of our births.

Sky Saxon & The Electra-Fires – Go Ahead and Cry

Straws protruding from wall

Toothpicks

Tar Sheets

Film Paper (I think)

I watched the film “Bronson” on my hotel’s pay-per-view this past weekend. It’s a film about Britain’s most dangerous prisoner–one who cost the Queen 8 million pounds in damages and has spent the last 34 years of his life behind bars. In the movie, the guy spends 90 minutes throwing punches and getting his ass kicked, mostly in the nude or in black body paint. Needless to say, the movie gets all stars. This song plays in the opening scene where Charlie Bronson takes down six or seven guards. It’s beautiful, enjoy.

The Walker Brothers – The Electrician

Sweaters is no french train wreck.  Here, available thanks to my new internet prowess, is a polished version of Sweater’s hot track, “Sky Mall”  Today will also mark the start of a blog queue, which will appropriately doll out doses of Slow Death news each day.  Enjoy

Sweaters – Sky Mall

Finally! The moment has arrived where I can FTP songs so you (the people) can download them for private listening pleasure. Just right-click and save-as if you have been to a blog before. To kick things off I will offer up one hot Tall Hands track as an “amuse bouche” to the full album (arriving soon on Slow Death Records). Enjoy and exhale as Slow Death has taken the next step for you.

Tall Hands – Monolith

Grab your sister’s skanky friend, were goin to Area.  What’s that?  Area closed down.  Bummer.  Good thing DJ Tugboat’s got the groove.  Not since “Bitch you don’t know Michelle,” has Slow Death ushered in a Dance-club Banger.  A song once great for making love with that special someone has become an anthem for thirdbase-in’ in the coatcheck.  Read the RCRDLBL writeup and DL the track HERE. (someday we’ll get FTP)

I am elated to share my and the world’s enjoyment of Catacombs, Cass McCombs’ new album. Pitchfork gave the record an 8.2, but it could have been a 1 or a 10 and Cass wouldn’t give two shits. Also props to CEO for slaving away in the studio on this.  In this song Karen Black sings like an angel on angeldust.