Laura Mvula
Pink Noise

Laura Mvula finally came back after like 6 years with a new album, and it's inexplicably an 80s-inspired, wet-drum dance party, which is better than that flippant description would lead you to imagine, but still nothing I really need in my rotation.

King Crimson
Three of a Perfect Pair

Nobody ever told me that Three of a Perfect Pair rules. Like it's kinda like Discipline, and I've always liked Discipline but it's never been my favorite or anything. This one came later and I always thought it was, like, King Crimson's ReLoad. Well, Beat was ReLoad so this is more like ReReLoad.

But nope. Spanks.

Japanese Breakfast

The first Japanese Breakfast album was real good. The next one wasn't as good. This one isn't as good, but it's sure better than the last one.

Well, no. Actually this might be better than the first one? Maybe? I just get confused because the first one has "Everybody Wants To Love You" on it, which is such a good song that it warps the gravity of all the other songs around it. So really I don't even know how good that album is. But I also know it's the best thing anyone has ever recorded.

This one only has "Be Sweet," which is only the second best song they ever recorded, even though it would maybe be another band's best song if another band had written it. But alas Japanese Breakfast is the unlucky band who wrote "Everybody Wants To Love You," and I'm sitting here trying to do the math.

Black Midi

Black Midi sounds like King Crimson now and I think that's a great decision on their part.

Matt Sweeney & Bonnie Prince Billy

Every time Will Oldham releases something new, I immediately think "It's his best album in a decade!", and then immediately forget about it. But I think this one might actually be the one.

Arooj Aftab
Vulture Prince

Arooj Aftab makes music that lands somewhere between Jose Gonzalez, Nick Drake, and Sade, all filtered through the melodic intuition of someone raised with a deep love and knowledge of her native Pakastani music. It's totally beautiful, and flawless from top to bottom. Even the somehow-not-regrettable reggae track.


A few years ago I fell in love with this English band called Trust Fund. They released 3 albums in fairly quick succession, and then more or less retired from music.

Cumbie sounds a weird amount like Trust Fund. Like if you told me one or two of these tracks were new (or archival) Trust Fund recordings, I wouldn't question it. But the one thing that sets Cumbie apart is that, every now and then, once or twice per song, they become metal. Like yeah the black metal logo and dark doomy cover artwork is kinda tongue-in-cheek, but also kinda not. You can tell that this band, for all their indie power pop punk jamming and twee sing-song melodicism, come from a place of long-haired, double-bass-pedal heaviness. They've got guts. So much so that those moments make me stop comparing them to Trust Fund. But then they start singing again and I can't get past it.

Cool little EP though. I think this band has the potential to do some killer stuff if they keep at it.

Brother Guy
The Wavey Session 1

Here's a weird one!

Bandcamp earlier this week posted a little list of "Jam bands for people who don't like jam bands." Hey, I'm a person who doesn't like jam bands! So I scrubbed down the list, and it was mostly experimental, jazz-adjacent stuff that was interestingish, but not exactly "jammy." Then the last entry on the page, Brother Guy, appeared, with its wavy gravy cartoon bird cover art, its literal wavey title, and an actual hedging apology from the list's author. "Ok so this one actually sounds like a jam band, but hear me out!"

So I hit play on The Wavey Session 1, and yep it sounds like a jam band! But true to the spirit of the list, it felt different. A little looser, scragglier, a sense of people in a room jamming, missing notes, feeling each other out, all with something closer to an "indie" flavor rather than something more phishy. Like these guys had been playing all day, and were just a little sleepy and tired of trying to impress anybody.

It also went on for 42 minutes. One song. Like, really truly a jam, more or less on one chord progression, no vocals, one little hook of a melody that repeated throughout, and slowly changed and morphed. 42 minutes, and I enjoyed every one of them! Then the next track clocked in at 26, the next another 26, with an added sax section and a more hypnotic jazz vibe. But again, I really enjoyed all of it! I ended up listening to the entire collection later that day, and again the next day!

I don't even know what I'd point to as being remarkable with this band. They don't seem particularly talented, there's nothing going on here that's pushing any boundaries or creating any unique moments of transcendence. But they just play with such patience and ease that 40 minutes of one dang song breezes by in no time. I might even go buy part 2.

What You Wanted

I randomly stumbled on this band Wild Powwers (I will not style it as WILD POWWERS) on Bandcamp, just looking through their best sellers. Bandcamp: it's good.

Anyway not a ton to say about it, other than that it's another case of a heavy, grunge-inspired, female-fronted indie rock band that is just pitch-perfect in its presentation and construction. It's a damn pleasure to listen to. It vibes. But unlike last year's Pillow Queens, an equally pitch-perfect rock outfit, I don't really remember the songs. Unfair to compare to Pillow Queens because that album is seriously this close to being a modern classic, but WILD POWWERS (oops) just doesn't quite have the songwriting chops (or the Irish brogues) as that group.

Still! Rocks.

Andy Stott
Never The Right Time

Andy Stott has appeared on my radar a couple times in the last few years, as the sort of moody, melodic, progressive electronic artist that might move the needle for me. I'm still not totally sold on his music (it's nice enough), but the album cover of Never The Right Time is so great that I just went ahead and bought it anyway.

Lake Drinker

This band sounds more like Mastodon than any band I've ever heard (other than Mastodon. And that includes Baroness, who I once claimed released that year's best Mastodon album*. This is a concept album about how a Google data center is destroying their blue collar Norwegian town and their lead singer sounds like a cartoon bear, and it all works incredibly well.

* This was a fucking harebrained and wrong statement for me to have made in the first place and I can't stop apologizing for making you read it. That was the year that Crack the Skye came out for cripes sake, which I've come to recognize is actually the best Mastodon album. I've also come to recognize that Baroness kinda stinks. Well they don't stink, but they're dull. I'm happy to let Horndal replace them in non-Mastodon years.

Tedeschi Trucks Band

"Midnight In Harlem" is still one of the most perfect things ever recorded. 10 years ago I posted about this album and was very carefully self-effacing about it, and yeah it's a corny song on a corny album from a corny band, but seriously. That song.

Genghis Tron
Dream Weapon

If you don't remember Genghis Tron (and unless you're one of maybe, like, 2 people I can imagine reading this right now, you don't), I'm already too exhausted trying to explain their whole thing. Basically, like around 2004-05 or 08 or 09, this band appeared who played the most spastically, hellishly intense extreme hardcore-indebted metal, but combined it with Tron era, Kraftwerkian electro beatz. I mean, it's right there in their name, Genghis Tron. The whole thing easily could've played as a joke, but they somehow pulled it off in a way that felt legitimate. They were good. But after just one EP and two full lengths, I (and seemingly the band itself) decided I'd had enough Genghis Tron for a lifetime. Relegated to the fondly remembered but hardly revisited CD booklet of nostalgia.

15 years later, out of absolutely nowhere, they suddenly returned. And every 35+ music blogger and leftover Stereogum and Brooklyn Vegan commenter said, in unison, "Holy shit I remember Genghis Tron!" Not only have they returned, but galdarnit they've grown up! They still play hard-ass metal with retro electronic foundations, but they've somehow now molded it into something entirely devoid of novelty. They now play adult music for adults. No more screaming, very few blast beats, cheeky synths replaced with chill synths. And it's good! Very good!

This music actually scratches a rare itch that very few metal bands are able to find. It's the idea of heavy music that soothes. The guitars tear, the drums pound, but the ultimate effect is more hypnotic than aggro. It's chill. The debut from the band Astronoid a couple years ago hit this sweet spot, and Deafheaven occasionally gets there when they aim that way. But it's really rare to hear a band succeed at stiff as a board, light as a feather. Especially impressive when you think about Genghis Tron's original releases, which were entirely about knocking you senseless and spinning you dizzy.

Floating Points, Pharoah Sanders & the London Symphony Orchestra

Alluring, angelic, beautiful, brilliant, colorful, dazzling, delightful, divine, elegant, exquisite, glorious, gorgeous, handsome, heavenly, impressive, lavish, lovely, luxurious, magnificent, majestic, opulent, pleasing, pulchritudinous, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, sumptuous, superb, transcendent, triumphant, wonderful, wondrous, okay hold on I have to think of something that starts with Z.


For years I've thought that serpentwithfeet was a caustic experimental, bleeding-edge electronic producer—someone like an Arca or Oneohtrix Point Never or Forest Swords. Turns out he lands much more between an Antony and Frank Ocean and Sampha, a heart-on-sleeve, unrepentantly queer, unrepentantly black, unrepentantly musical songwriter, with a capital U and Q and B and M and S to all of that. Yeah there's an edge to a lot of it still (I guess he used to do more grim electronic stuff), but some of the songs on here come off as practically cute. "Me and my boo wear the same size shoe." Come on, that's sweet.

Great album. The kind of album that makes me think somebody should be massively popular and successful but probably won't get there until he's sanded off all the edges.

Pio PioQueens
Chicken, arroz chaufa

Why is Peruvian fried rice always better than Chinese fried rice? What are they putting in there? What does Peru know that the rest of us don't?

The HighwaterQueens
Kalua pork plate

I'm a guy who went to Hawaii once and ate some Hawaiian food and now won't shut up about it. But not even like Hawaiian Hawaiian food. Mostly L&L plate lunches.

Problem is it's hard to find Hawaiian plate lunch here on the mainland. But happily I did find this place nearby in Astoria, which I originally thought was just some new-American gastropub thing, but is actually more like a tiki bar thing, which wouldn't you know, serves Hawaiian plates! And moco loco! They're trying to put a little gastro-ish spin on it so it doesn't entire scratch that L&L itch, but it's still a good bowl of food.

Tibetan Japanese RestaurantQueens
Sizzling momo, sushi

I mostly just want to post about Tibetan Japanese Restaurant because it's called Tibetan Japanese Restaurant. It says it right there on the awning. And the web site and the menu. Not, like, Lhassa House: A Tibetan Japanese Restaurant. Not Gyatso's Tibetan Japanese Restaurant. Who has the time. Down to brass tacks.

It is worth posting about for one other thing though, which is their sizzling momo's! They're just like regular momo's (good ones even!), but they're served covered in a tomato sauce on a hot cast iron platter, creating a fajita-style ssssssssizzle. Very satisfying. And very tasty!

Their sushi wasn't bad either.

Spy CQueens
Cumin lamb, pork belly

Bib Gourmand #4! And it's another Szechuan place! And it's called Spy C! Spy-C! Get it yet? Spy...C... Anyway it was pretty good but not Sweet Yummy House good.

Sweet Yummy HouseQueens
Shredded dry beef, minced pork with cellophane noodle

Bib Gourmand #3! Something is weird with Michelin's Bib Gourmand voting, because there are so many Szechuan restaurants on the list. Like way too many in relation to how many Szechuan places you actually see around town. Are they just all that good? Or is there some harmony between the food always being fairly fresh and authentic while staying relatively cheap? Or does some Michelin reviewer just really, really like Szechuan?

But forget about that gripe for a moment, because Sweet Yummy House rules and probably deserves to be on the list. And I love that a Michelin restaurant list is willing to include a restaurant called "Sweet Yummy House."

Also want to mention that the noodle dish I had (spicy and tingly but perfectly balanced) was called "Minced pork with cellophane noodles" on the English menu, but when I just translated the Chinese characters online, it translated into "Ants on a tree," and I think that's perfectly cute for a place called Sweet Yummy House.

Saranrom ThaiQueens
Thai stuff

Another Michelin Bib Gourmand winner right in the neighborhood! Saronrom! I knew when moving into this part of Queens that I would be surrounded by some legit good Colombian, Nepalese, Chinese, and Indian food, but I had no idea that there's a tiny-but-robust strip of absolutely killer Thai restaurants just about a half mile south of here. And honestly Saranrom might be the best of the bunch. Spicy as hell, but just about perfect top to bottom.

Il BambinoQueens
Meatloaf panini

I don't have much to say about Il Bambino, but I want to post this anyway because I'm def going to add it to my end-of-year-Best-Of list. I don't even usually like paninis, but this Italian meatloaf panini was just perfecto. Meanwhile, what I like even less than paninis is paying $10 for potato salad. And yet this dang potato salad was worth every digit of that price. This weird little place nailed it on every level.

Ugly Donuts and Corn DogsQueens
Corn dog

The new thing is Korean corn dogs. They're just like regular corn dogs, except they're coated in bread crumbs and cinnamon sugar(?), and they're fried to the utmost pinnacle of perfection. Like, not to generalize about Koreans and their cooking methods, but between this and the average Korean fried chicken, it seems that Korean cooks are virtuosos with a deep fryer.

Anyway, if there isn't one already, there's probably going to be a Korean corn dog joint in your town soon. And there very well might be a line. Don't bother waiting in that line. But if you walk by one day and there is no line, go ahead and get yourself a corn dog.

Bistro EloiseQueens
Croque madame

If you came to visit me in New York and I told you I was taking you to a quaint little French bistro, and then you looked around at the parking lot and the PetCo and Modell's and dialysis place and the bad pizza place and the worse Chinese place and ask me why I've taken you to this godawful strip mall in the middle of Queens. There's a very good chance you won't even see the quaint little French bistro in the corner, between the grocery store and the dental office. But then you'll eat your croque madame and French onion soup and mushroom chicken crepe and say "Yeah that was pretty good, but maybe let's go somewhere a little less depressing next time."

Vindaloo, xacutti

It's 2021, it's May, you know what that means! It's time for the new Michelin Bib Gourmand list!

No, I didn't know what that was either. Basically you know the Michelin list, right? With the stars? So they do this other thing were they collect other "little" restaurants to feature, that might not have the epicureal horsepower of the starred places, but are cheaper, easier, and usually more neighborhoody. Like, not hole-in-the-wall mom-n-pops (but sometimes those too), but places just a step up from that.

So Cardamom is an Indian restaurant just a few trains stops down from here, and as you probably guessed, it made it onto the Bib Gourmand list this year. So we gave it a shot! (Actually there are 3 or 4 within walking distance of here that made it, but we were just in the mood for Indian that night). The elevator pitch with Cardamom is that it specializes in food from the Goa state of India, which I guess has some leftover Portuguese influence. Honestly the menu didn't seem so much different than other Indian places. But whatever! Also, taking the Michelin recommendation into account, I wouldn't say it was that much better than most above-average Indian places. But whatever! It was still good!

Maybe I'll program some fancy function into this site that makes a lil Michelin Guide icon appear for all Michelin approved restaurants. See also: Phayul (like a 5 minute walk from here), Omlstead (surprised that it didn't get a "real" Michelin star TBH), and Caleta 111 (my #1 meal of last year!)

Khong GuanQueens
Orange Cream Biscuits

I'm obsessed* with these orange cream biscuits. They're kinda like orange Oreos (omg could you even imagine?), but instead of the standard Oreo cookie, it's something closer to a cracker or a vanilla wafer. Keebler and Pepperidge Farm vibes, but those brands have never had the guts to experiment with orange. Anyway they're from the Khong Guan brand, and if you go to your local Chinese/Asian grocery store, there's a decent chance you can find them. Usually they keep all the Khong Guan products together in the snack aisle, just look for the white packages with the thin graph pattern that you probably had on your bed sheets in 1991. They're so good, not too sweet, I could eat one a day for the rest of my life.

* I hate when people say they're "obsessed" with things like orange cookies. I'm not actually obsessed. Don't worry.

The QueensboroQueens
Eggs benedict

That thing I said down there about diner breakfasts? The same goes for bougie brunch spot breakfasts.

969 NYC CoffeeQueens
Chicken katsu onigiri sandwich

I don't understand anything in this city sometimes. There's this place literally one block from my apartment, it's practically invisible, off the main drag, on the first floor of an apartment building, next to an equally invisible international shipping agency, you'd easily walk by and think nothing of it. 969 NYC Coffee. Dirty old yellow awning with a clip art coffee cup on it. Is it even open? Has anyone ever actually purchased coffee there? Is it an insurance scam? A drug front?

No, it's a Japanese snack shop a tea house, where a former gourmet chef from Tokyo makes onigiri and sushi and matcha tea and sells them for next to nothing out of a fridge. He also makes what I can only call "onigiri sandwiches", basically a big sushi roll packed sandwich style, with the rice and nori as a bun. It's all delicious and well made, and so cheap that my questions about it being an insurance scam and drug from still persist. But it's amazing to know that it's there.

Chip CityQueens

I was out near Long Island City the other day and wanted a cookie, so I did what anyone in my position would do and I searched "cookies" in Google Maps. This place called Chip City came up, and I eventually found it, a tiny little storefront on the first floor of some new development mixed-use building. Basically just a little bakery case with just 4 trays of cookies, maybe they had a coffee machine and a fridge of milk or something, a cash register, one employee, and that was that.

What I didn't know until just now is that Chip City (as far as I can tell?) primarily markets itself as a home-delivery cookie dough company. Direct-to-consumer, disrupting the cookie dough industry, all that. I bet they've at least discussed sponsoring a podcast. But this just happened to be one little local outlet—possibly even connected to their main kitchen? Who knows.

Anyway their cookies are oddly massive—thick like a muffin top or a dang scone or something. But I gotta say, they were good! I worried they'd be either overcooked on the outside or overly dense on the inside, but no, they were go good consistency all around! Just absolutely way too huge, especially since I (oops) bought 4 of them. Two chocolate chip, one s'mores, and one peanut butter & jelly. How have I never had a PB&J cookie before? Seems so obvious! I'll go ahead and say the s'mores was the best, and maybe chocolate chip, followed by the PB&J. But they were all good!

They won't exist beyond 2021.

Mom's MomoQueens

Some day in the moderately-near future, I'll be able to sit down and construct my Best Momos list. Mom's will be on this list. Not very high, but it'll be on there.

Xing Fu TangQueens
Brown sugar boba milk

Back around Christmas time, I was walking through Flushing and noticed a new-looking storefront with a line bursting out of the door and around the corner. (I mean, social distancing and all, maybe it wasn't that long a line, but still). Passing by, it at first appeared by be just a fancy boba tea shop, but right by the window was a steaming wok full of this rich black goo that a worker was stir frying and slopping up into cups. And the people leaving had the most absolutely luscious looking marbled drinks in their hands, and someone had an equally luscious looking ice cream sundae! I didn't look up what was going on here, but clearly it was some sort of phenomenon.

Fast forward to last week, we're back in Flushing (see Maxi's Noodle, below. Excellent). After eating, I remember the black goo place from December, and we set off trying to find it. Sure enough, still lined up outside, it's Xing Fu Tang.

As it turns out, Xing Fu Tang is a very popular—and seemingly somewhat new—Taiwanese chain. This Queens location is their very first in the US, and clearly the word had quickly reached the Taiwanese and Hongkonger populations of Flushing. I quickly learned the black goo is slightly less mysterious that I imagined—Xing Fu Tang is ostensibly a boba tea shop, but their specialty is this brown sugar boba milk. In one corner of their kitchen, they have a special built machine that molds little spheres of brown sugar, mixed with tapioca bubbles, which are then all stir fried in a hot wok, creating that luscious goo. The goo then gets ladled into a glass, ice is added, then milk and tea, then they pour a latte-style foam over the top, and a dusting of a sugar concoction. As if this wasn't already way too much, they then bring in a butane kitchen torch and run it over the top of the drink, crème brûlée style. The whole process is impressively hands-on for a tea shop, there's a large staff of people behind the counter running drinks through the numbers. Oh, and for $10 more, you can top your drink in gold leaf. Not even kidding.

The result is truly one of the most beautiful looking fast food items I've ever seen. The impossibly dark inkiness of the sugar goo sits on the bottom and marbles up with the white of the milk, topped off by a lightly golden torched foam. Truly, I've seen plenty of similar things from bubble tea shops and the Starbucks of the world, but something in the visual chemistry of what Xing Fu Tang makes is absolutely tantalizing. You see that photo up there, right?

The best part, somehow, remarkably, unbelievably: it tastes just as good. This is an amazing drink. You'd expect it to either be too rich, or too sweet, or possibly burnt or bitter, but it's none of these things. It's a perfectly balanced experience. Like casually drinking a crème brûlée. Rich and sweet, yes, but not overly so; the two of us shared a single drink, but I easily could've finished one on my own. Then you have the hot sugar mixture and the cold milk and ice playing off each other from sip to sip, and of course the bubbles making themselves known now and then.

Oof. I'm telling you. You can probably find brown sugar boba at various bubble tea shops around, but this Xing Fu Tang is doing something on its own level. There's nothing like it. I posted a comment afterwards on Instagram, and I still believe it: Five years from now there will be a Xing Fu Tang in every metropolis in America, and I'll probably be fucking sick of them by then. But you heard it here first!

OMG they also do ice cream sundaes. Absolutely can't wait for ice cream sundae weather.