Hard Left on Sun 11/22/15

The theme for today seems to be title tracks. Also really long song titles. Also also LOUDNESS.

Artist Title Album New Local
Jimmy Smith Back At The Chicken Shack Back At The Chicken Shack
The Sonny Clark Memorial Quartet Minor Meeting Voodoo
Charles Mingus The Shoes Of The Fisherman's Wife Are Some Jive Ass Slippers Shoes Of The Fisherman's Wife
The Meters Funky Miracle Look-Ka Py Py
Gypsophilia Boo Doo Down Night Swimming
Guantanamo Baywatch Raunch Stomp Darling... It's Too Late
D'Angelo and the Vanguard The Door Black Messiah
Skylar Spence Prom King Prom King ✔
East Hundred Slow Burning Crimes Passenger ✔
Wavves x Cloud Nothings Come Down No Life For Me
Alex G Brite Boy Beach Music ✔ ✔
A Sunny Day In Glasgow Jet Black, Starlit Planning Weed Like It's Acid/Life Is Loss ✔ ✔
Modern Baseball Infinity Exposed MoBo Presents: The Perfect Cast EP feat Modern Baseball ✔ ✔
The Menzingers Sun Hotel On The Impossible Past ✔
Desaparecidos Te Amo Camila Vallejo Payola
Lithuania Hardcore Friends Hardcore Friends ✔ ✔
Mikey Erg Three Cheers For The Liberty Bell Mikey Erg/Warren Franklin & The Founding Fathers Split
Beach Slang I Break Guitars The Things We Do to People Who Feel Like Us ✔ ✔
Spraynard Spooky, Scary Funtitled ✔
Off With Their Heads Focus On Your Own Family Home
Heaters Master Splinter Holy Water Pool ✔
The Delfonics Enemies Adrian Younge Presents The Delfonics
King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard The Bitter Boogie Paper Mache Dream Balloon ✔
Thee Oh Sees Sticky Hulks Mutilator Defeated At Last
Deafhaven Gifts For The Earth New Bermuda ✔
Mastodon Once More 'Round The Sun Once More 'Round the Sun
Melt-Banana Shield For Your Eyes, A Beast In The Well On Your Hand Cell-Scape

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