New week, new slate. Given that every single other music site in existence is dripping with breathless Oscars coverage of an old dude nobody under 30 has ever heard of, fucking up the biggest announce of the night, we’ll skip the awards show hysteria today.
Also: Lorde is probably releasing a new song later this week. You don’t need to click anything, that’s all there is to the story.
- Incubus + Chino Moreno + Skrillex = ???
- Sleater-Kinney, Colin Meloy and Matt Cameron covered Fortunate Son in Portland for an ACLU benefit.
- Bob Marley’s granddaughter doesn’t want to smoke weed with you.
- Oh, it’s Gaga’s fault that the Falcons blew the biggest lead in Super Bowl history.
- Calling out Beyonce’s contrived superstardom, despite her history of lip-syncing.
- Bookies are tapping Daft Punk as the replacement Coachella headliners.
- The new Feist album arrives in April. Remember her? She’s been helping out sick kids in Malawi and contributing vocals to the new Broken Social Scene record in the meantime.
- A secret Wu-Tang Clan retreat in Japan is both corny and awesome.
- Take a video tour through Jack White’s new Third Man pressing plant in Detroit.
- Soundgarden is touring the U.S. this Spring, and they’re working on a new album. But don’t hold your breath.
- Listen to an old unreleased Beck track Curfew, as well as other delightful malarky.
- Planned Parenthood and Tumblr are joining forces for a SXSW party, and while there are plenty of tasteless jokes to be made on that partnership, Sleigh Bells are playing, which kicks many asses.
- Those Foo Fighters boys are touring the hell out of Europe this summer.
- Don’t you hate it when your “In Memoriam” tribute at the Oscars includes someone who hasn’t died yet?
- Andy Samberg is still doing Eddie Vedder impressions, but this one is atrocious.
- Bruno Mars actually did stop and wait a minute in Uptown Funk.
Oh, you want new music? Get a constant influx on the Firecloud’s Fresh Blood playlist on Spotify, updated damn near every day.
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