- I'll Never Reach Nirvana (PT. 1)
- I'll Never Reach Nirvana (PT. 2)
- Hell Is Knowing You're Wrong
- Who Am I To Judge?
-LastFM
Mannequin Pussy has been a favorite of mine for several years, they play an amazing fusion of post punk ,hardcore indie rock they shred and are gonna be around for a while so get used to it; I can't recommend these people enough, they're currently signed to Epitaph but were previously on Tiny Engines record.
I'll include links below to their respective label
for the first time in a long time, enjoy listening to their debut EP , BonerJamz! (2011)
these were the only songs I could dig up but it looks like the tracks I have, aren't exactly the same as the ones featured on the cover art. I asked about it and didn't get a clear answer so who knows?
"Founded in 2006, Pirouette is the name Scotty Leitch writes his music under. Occasionally he has a band play with him and more recently a pretty lady singing on stage (Amandas Matyas). Later incarnations of the band included members of Everyone Everywhere. " - LastFm
Sorry guys, I was asleep and forgot to post; anyway!
What I have for you today shouldn't be new to anyone who's a fan of mid 2000's emo twinkly music that's been posted on this blog before and by Scotty Leitch, if that name sounds familiar, it could be from a number of projects such as Pirouettes, Little Pirouettes which shares members with members of Joe Shlabotnik and little kingdoms, who I haven't posted on here but if you search Joe Shlabotnik on youtube I uploaded their stuff there, 12/10, Olive Drab, and Scott's solo project shelf life. Scotty has been making music in the philadelphia scene for years basically a grandfather in terms of music, I'm listing what I believe is to be a somewhat complete discography of Pirouette, with as much info as I have, a lot of these releases won't have album art or years but hey, they're tagged correctly so I wanna see those scrobbles.
Here is Pirouette
A Bunch of Shit No One Will Ever Hear
"Dazey and the Scouts started off as nothing more than an ephemeral live set phenomenon. Whispers of their performative glory wafted amidst Boston punks’ cigarette smoke; far off-cries of F***, Marry, Kill were heard emanating from a nearby basement. In answering the studio-dweller’s inquiry as to who this unapologetically third-wave feminist four piece was and what they sounded like.