Wednesday, April 11, 2007



January 1, 2006. BB King's, New York, NY

Welcome to Chocolate Bobka, where two mildly employed, Jer$ey bred twentysomethings, share music that makes us feel little giddy inside. You know the feeling, a fizzy bubbling somewhere between your kidney's and your heart. We'd like to think that the songs you'll find hear are special, for one reason or another. And there is no better description of that bubbling feeling of hearing something new and wondrous than this description from a Greil Marcus review of a Springsteen show at the Roxy in 1978. The excerpt appears in his book Ranters & Crowd Pleasers: Punk in Pop Music, 1977-92

"If you're lucky, at the right time you come across music that is not only "great," or interesting, or "incredible," or fun, but actually sustaining. Through some elusive but tangible process, a piece of music cuts through all defenses and makes sense of every fear and desire you bring to it. As it does so, it exposes all you've held back, and then makes sense of that, too...Your emotions shoot out to crazy extremes; you feel both ennobled and unworthy, saved and damned. You hear that this is what life is all about, that this is what it is for."

It is in this spirit that we feature one of our favorite bands in our inaugural post,
the New Deal
. These Canucks spit hot electro fire, self described '' Their live blend of synth'd out dirrty house is the soundtrack to nonstop dance parties wherever they go. But while these glow stick eating, technobeam pee'ing canucks are experts in bringing the party, they sure as hell know how to cool it down as well. Today we highlight a track off the groups 2003 downtempo ep, "Please Be Seated." Enjoy.

the New Deal- Birds in the Ocean Part II

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Dear Morto,

Cool Idea. I actually remember reading that amazing passage you quoted. My favorite Greil Marcus book is "lipstick traces", which explores the connection between the sex pistols and the situationists (and I am not doing it justice because it is sooo sweeping picking up threads from Dada, the surrealists, the medieval Free Spirits, and various other disparate voices of dissent and refusal). It just so happens to be the greatest book about music I have ever read. Well, it really isn’t ABOUT music…Still. It rules.

-Steve Nye