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Every Wednesday at 9:13 am, one of Pittsburgh's finest music writers joins me (Cindy Howes) on the Morning Mix to play a couple favorite new songs and share some insight. Today we welcome Justin Jacobs (talking to us from Lancaster County via Skype!), contributing writer to Billboard & Relix Magazine.

In case you missed it here's what he played with commentary by Justin:

Passion Pit, "Cry Like A Ghost" - Passion Pit loves to play with opposing forces: ecstatic, jubliant synth pop sounds mixed with wildly personal and often depressing lyrics. Uppers and downers. Weddings and funerals. Stuff like that. But the result is some really compelling music — and the band's second album, Gossamer, is the best thing they've done to date. This is my favorite track on the record. I hope Cindy plays it twice just so you can hear it again. Whata you think, Cindy? Give the people what they (are about to) want! (Ha ha! - Cindy)

Fang Island, "Asunder" - Also a band that works with jubilant, celebratory sounds, but without so much falsetto and hip-hop beats. These dudes create a guitar hurricane of joy. Whatever that means. I wans't a huge fan of their debut — too much guitar acrobatics, not enough actual songwriting — but their follow up, Major, is much more grounded with catchy, well-written songs. Definitely a band to watch out for.

Bonus Track!

The xx, "Angels" - Everybody stop what you're doing! Seriously, quit it! The xx released a new song! I figured after two dancey, happy tracks, I'd suggest this exercise in melancholy. It's a beautiful first release from the British trio's upcoming album, Coexist, out in September. The band nearly took over the indie music world when they first broke out a few years back — Coexist is primed to push them further. Google or YouTube this, smoke a cigarette somewhere cold, and enjoy.


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