PJ Harvey & Tom Yorke - The Mess We're In
Music for mutant baby-making.
Rolling Stones - Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker)
Righteous, rocking nonsense from back when ('72) apocalypse felt as heavy in the air as summer heat.
Dead Heart Bloom - New York City Heat
Beatlesesque pop gloom glory. Get full albums for free here, if you know what's good for you.
Hello - New York Groove
The original recording of Kiss guitarist Ace Frehley's classic, loosely defined.
Mick Harvey - New York U.S.A.
The Bad Seed covers Serge Gainsbourg, with bongos.
Black Keys - Brooklyn Bound
Steve Earle - NYC
In from the outside, long before he moved here and got all gentrified.
Ramones - 53rd & 3rd
"Then I took out my razor blade/Then I did what God forbade/Now the cops are after me/But I proved that I'm no sissy" is up there with "I killed a man in Reno/Just to watch him die" in our book.
Adam Chimera - Lost in Brooklyn. Chimera, lately of the excellent 9th Street Mission outfit (click through for another free album worth downloading), lights it up lo fi. So what if he was crazy?
Yo La Tengo - Meet the Mets
Van Morrison - Glad Tidings [live]
A great song. We must note, though, that "And the lips that you kiss will say christmas" is one of the worst lyrics not just in existence but humanly imaginable.
Tom Waits - Downtown Train [live]
"Be careful of [Brooklyn girls] in the dark," the man says. Just the sort of good advice it's a pleasure to be young enough to ignore.
Velvet Underground - Chelsea Girls
More women you ought to avoid in the dark, but, given the choice, wouldn't.
Regina Spektor - That Time
A would-be Chelsea girl sings a song of her own that's better than it has any right to be.
Harry Nillson - Everybody's Talkin' [reprise]
What you hum when it all feels doomed and sublime.
The Innocence Mission - Into Brooklyn, Early in the Morning
Siren singing. What sublime doom hums back at you.
Bob Dylan - Talkin' NYC
An old sourpuss song from 1962, from a then-young sourpuss.
Savatage - New York City Don't Mean Nothing
Why, you ask, are there no classic hair metal operas? Fuck you, sir, reply the members of Savatage, who with producer and songwriter Paul O'Neill, are owed thanks for 1991's classic, Streets: A Rock Opera, from which album this well-titled, if rather absurd, songs comes.
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