Friday, February 24, 2012

Aussie, Aussie, Aussie

Phew, it has been a very long time, hasn’t it? Ever since I joined Yahoo!, I have found myself finding more and more and more music. Thanks to new found friends, and special thanks to Anvi AKA Bugs for pulling me into a black hole of music. I guess that how this blog started as well, we exchanged enough music to want a blog.

I am going to feature one artist and give a list of a few more of the beautiful sounds I have heard along these six months.

I am in love with this band; it has grown on me like a creeper on an empty wall. The most interesting thing about this band is the way they use their instruments. I cannot say that I like one sound better than the other, because at every point in a song they wash over you like a new wave.

I give you The Jezabels, an Australian band, which has won me over.

I particularly love the drums; as much as I cannot pick an instrument, the drummer seems to form new patterns and styles as the song progresses.

The drums sometimes hold you hypnotized to the track and the guitar comes in like a magic wand, the piano sounds like a rainbow and the voice like hope, with lyrics like a meal for the hungry.

I have been addicted to their Sound Cloud page, as I can listen to the songs without having to pause or change or wait. But I recently found their new album posted on Youtube. Here is the first song I heard from the album Prisoner; City Girl. The rest of the songs are available on related videos, and it is my suggestion that you listen to all.

After my over dose of the limited songs on the Sound Cloud page, City Girl was like I had found rain in a drought. Beautiful violin, signature sounds and surprises from the music, the drums especially; subtle kisses form the piano.

However, I am going to leave you with a two of the songs that won my heart.

A Little Piece. I have no words to describe the perfection that this song is.

Dark Storm. Another beautiful piece of music, a great intro, which keeps you hooked. This is a song where you must pay attention to every instrument; they come together in a perfect dance with her voice to hold your attention.

In short The Jezabels are fire, who feed the hunger we have for fireworks.

You can connect on Facebook, Myspace, Twitter these details available on their website, which is linked. You can also buy the album here

Other Random Songs/Artists

Nothing like You and I

Angus and Julia Stone – MUST LISTEN

Hello – Tristan Prettyman

Mermaid Motel – Lana Del Rey : I’m sure you know her already! She took the internet by storm.

The Weeknd – please go to the website, he has given away three full albums for free. A good song to start with is High For This

Rachel Platten - listen to 1000 ships.

And I leave you with one upcoming Indian artist, from my city; Gowri. This is the first song I heard, and I love her sounds, very simple lyrics, very groovy sound. You can’t help but move when you hear Tea. Also check out Hello.

And that’s all folks. Hope you find the time to enjoy the music around you and we’re here to help you find a good playlist. Please write to us, we would love to know what you think.

much love, Kris

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Flower Post 9

Are you familiar with those random moments when the sky is really blue and you're probably on the way to work or to meet a friend, and all of a sudden, you feel like smiling because you're just so content with your life? 

That exact feeling is my artist of the week: Bodhi Jones - singer, songwriter and busking artist from Canada. It's a funny story, this one. When we started this blog, we wanted to introduce artists that had never been discovered but had raw talent that could not be ignored. I remember stumbling across Bodhi Jones about 2 years ago. I do not recall how, but do remember waiting for my turn to introduce him to you and Treble Notes. Thanks to Twitter, I've had the chance to rediscover him. 

I've realized that the music you listen to might remain the same but your perception of every song changes with the path your life takes. Which is why this particular artist has been on my playlist, consistently, for the last 2 months. While his voice is raw meets polished, his lyrics are soul hitting and honest. I personally find Bodhi's composition quite unique but if I was forced to compare, I'd say I definitely find a touch of Amos Lee - another one of my most treasured artists.  

I've been listening to two songs, consistently. 

The first of the two is my personal favorite (partiality? :)): 

The second one makes me smile every time it starts playing (like right now). 

We're at the end of yet another post and I hope you enjoy the music we bring you. As you can see, Shar has started our trend of introducing Indian music artists, which will be a recurring occurrence on our blog. Kris is up next and I'm sure she's going to open whole new doors for you with her latest find. 

Peace and much love,
-Noops (Tups) 

P.S - You can follow Bodhi Jones on Twitter here:!/bodhijones and check out his Youtube page here:

Tuesday, January 31, 2012


Over the past year or so, I've watched quite a few Indian bands live. They've all been mostly pleasant experiences because I've been picky. But what struck me was that my taste in music is all expansive in that I can be interested by most types of music but to hold my attention takes a very specific type of sound. Dischordian, an Indian acoustic outfit that plays quirky alternative, slightly 'punk'ish, folksy music, has come closest to striking a chord (Pun patrol!) with my highly inconsistent taste in music. I guess it's because they have a little bit of everything I need, aurally speaking.

I love that Garreth's voice is a razored stalk of rum tinged throaty heaven; it would have any normal Joe who took a stab at it clutching at severed vocal chords and coughing like a TB patient. But with him, it comes natural. And I love that.

I love the lyrics. Indian bands will probably always have to be slightly anglicized and americanized but as long as the lyrics don't sound contrived, I haven't been a stickler for pronunciation. Dischordian kicks the shit out of that fine line and gives you something raw and amazing and you don't feel like a total tool, singing any of their songs.

Album: Feni Farm Riot

Tracks: 'The Old Whore' and 'Lover' are popular but I'm going to say - 'Scourge of Love', 'One of These Days' and 'Same Old Conversation'.

Be sure to check them out on Facebook; they're quite entertaining, they are! ;)

Okay, that's it from me. Noops is next. She'll have something fun in store!


Tuesday, September 6, 2011

play > pause ||

hey faithful readers > if we have any :P

i know we been sort of irregular.
and we will be on a short break as our founder is away on a fantastic journey, i am sure she ll bring back music for your hearts.

until then, keep discovering, and we will be back soon.

here are two songs for you until then.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Dual-ist Life

The first kiss, the first hint of that sound,
The kiss, the caress that lead me to a world of
Qualia, is an addiction.
The sudden surge and soar of sounds. Memories.
My hair tangled on the rocks of Gokarna,
The train journey to Bangalore.
The flu filled journey into Mumbai.
The joy of hugging someone I had met after 3 years.
The waves singing songs of temptation.
A moment, at a concert,
Eyes closed, heart beats.
The sheer joy of listening to the silence,
The silence after the cigarette has burned out.
The silence at a moment when all you can hear is the wind.
The music slips in and out of my stagnant mind.
The first kiss, the first hint of that sound,
The kiss, the caress that lead me to a world of
Qualia, is an addiction.
“The experience of happiness”, she says.
And I smile. I nod in agreement.
The laughter in the background,
The musical journey of it all.
And every moment, every word uttered,
Reminds me of so much.
“memories are like picture postcards
And the experience is actually being there.”
The kisses that my friends plant on my skin,
The first touch of my lover’s lips on mine,
The stranger who smiled at me at a red light on the street,
The smile I see on the faces of street vendors,
The dreams that make you sigh,
The trips that take you far, far, so far away.
The school teacher who hated you,
Who you grew to remember more.
“And when you look back tomorrow and wish it was today.
You can wish wish and wish away. Stare into space, wonder how it felt back then..
And smile.. because you remember.”
And I nod and hold on to a breath and I am calm again,
I remember again. How it felt to cry, to laugh, to kiss and hug and touch.
To smile and receive a smile in return,
To just be. To just let the world hold you in Her arms.
“Id been trying to believe for so long”
The so of it all. The sound of the sounds.
The joy of asking questions,
The laughter of nothingness,
The memory lapses,
And the surge of it all.
“Asking upside down questions
Getting inside out answers”
The first kiss, the first hint of that sound,
The kiss, the caress that lead me to a world of
Qualia, is an addiction.
And suddenly everything drowns,
And memories of the spark remain,
And its over…
Here fair readers, we have a Delhi boy who has taken over most of my day.
The sound of the music makes it all easy to get through today.

Name: Dualist Inquiry, the only member currently is Sahej Bakshi

Here is a link to the two songs that inspired the lines above:

Orbital (Dualism EP)

Qualia (Spoken edit feat. Shaa'ir) (Dualism EP Bonus track)

Also a video that’s really nice :)

I hear that his live acts are really good. So if you hear about this boy, please make reservations and head there!
thank you for stopping by!
loads of love,

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Flower Post 8

I started watching a movie called The Romantics around 11:42 P.M on what was supposed to be an exciting Saturday night. The script was morbid, forced artsy, the ending unclear. I was quite prepared to die of either boredom or frustration when I heard the beginning riffs to a song that would send me into a frenzy within the next 2 minutes for what I'm sure is going to be the rest of my life. 

Today, I introduce to you sexuality, talent, melody and Lorene Scafaria. When I first heard  Scafaria, to say I was mesmerized would be a gross understatement. An artist who combines satirical humor, love, defiance, melody and sensuality into her music, she brings an edge that surpasses rational thinking. 

I am going to introduce two songs and move away from what is my norm by not only posting the link to the respective songs but also the entire lyrics. A seamstress when it comes to words, this is one artist who sews the feelings of empathy and beauty together effortlessly and with copious amounts of talent. 

So without much ado, I introduce the first of two, a song that we can all relate to: We Can't Be Friends

I wanna pick you up, I don't care what time
I wanna drive real fast to some place in town;
I wanna stress you out;
I wanna make things hard;
I wanna take your hand;
I wanna leave this bar;
I wanna wake you up on a driving train
that led it's tracks down inside my brain

I wanna hear your band;
I wanna give it advice;
I wanna meet your girlfriend, she sounds nice;
I wanna take you home;
I wanna feel my age;
I wanna freak you out on a different stage;
I wanna show my teeth;
I wanna keep you fed;
I wanna get you drunk and let it go to your head

so i guess this means we can't be friends

I wanna be unique;
I wanna be your kind;
I wanna make you hate me then change your mind;
I wanna wear a skirt;
I wanna make mistakes;
I wanna kill you first then take your name;
I wanna tear you apart;
I wanna make your bed;
I wanna break your heart;
I wanna break your head

so i guess this means we can't be friends

The second song is one that never fails to make me laugh out loud. Addressing the 'taboo' subject of a woman's personal exploration of her sexuality, this song is riddled with humor, sarcasm, honesty and of course, symphony. Hence, as many people used and still do, say: Girls Aren't Supposed To  

Its almost dawn
I cant go home
Well maybe you could try to turn me on

You climb on top leave on your shirt
You move inside and ask me if that hurts

But I swear I didn't feel a thing
You say you never do at first

Now don't you be put off to hear
I went ahead and tried it once again

This time ill make it mine and wont stop until I like the sound of it
And if you should hear the cries and calls through the thinnest of the walls
Don't you get yourself so blue its just the sound of me getting over you

Other girls weren't supposed to like it
Lately I do
Other girls weren't supposed to like it
Maybe its true
Other girls weren't supposed to like it
Maybe its you

My ears my cheeks my neck my hair
That lonely spot that never found you there
Your eyes were on the bouncing ball
The slightest move could only make it fall

But I cant believe the way his hands are finding things not drawn on maps
And the way he looked me in the eyes I have to say I was a bit surprised

Other girls weren't supposed to like it
Lately I do
Other girls weren't supposed to like it
Maybe its true
Other girls weren't supposed to like it
Maybe its you

Thought the wood was dry
Thought the pipes were rusted
Thought something else but I didn't write that lyric
And I thought I loved you but I guess I can't be trusted

The worm has turned and what its learned its sad to say no longer your concern
Theres someone else who treats me kind and doesn't only love me from behind

But even that is better too
I think hes got an inch on you
It took way too long to see
my hand is even better company

Other girls weren't supposed to like it
Lately I do
Other girls weren't supposed to like
Maybe its true
Other girls weren't supposed to like it
Maybe its you.

And so we come to the end of yet another adventure, one with an artist I am quite passionate about. I know I've taken too long to embark on this one but I feel it's worth.

We hope to have you coming around often. :)

Peace and much love,
- Tups 

Monday, June 27, 2011

Sweet Sweet Vandalism!

Nope, I haven't turned crook since the last time I posted (despite a short stint at the police station), and neither have I fallen head-over-heels for a rugged, manly petty thief (my straight-laced boyfriend probably wouldn't like that very much), but what has got me in a spin is some good old funk from The Sweet Vandals. They're a vintage funk band from Madrid (MADRID!) and their vocalist has a voice that I'm sure has been tempered with honey and razors! There's a fine line between constantly sounding like you're bootlegging it, and actually being phat enough to pull off the genre effortlessly. My only qualm is that they haven't added anything original to it, but let's be honest: what could you possibly do to make funk better?

Let me get straight to the reccos!

First on the list is my absolute favourite; it's been effectively ravishing all machines of mine that could possibly play music (and some that can't, but what the hey?!). Here's:

I Got You, Man

Another favourite of mine is:

Thank You For You


This one immediately takes me to high speed chases (on foot) featuring bedazzled cops with great weaves and grungy criminals in jumpsuits and platform boots. Have a listen!


And the last one I'm gonna throw at you. No puns intended, but it's beautiful:


Hope you enjoyed this latest instalment of Treble Notes and be a bunch of dears and check out Kris' brilliant post before mine!