Bulk up your iPod with the latest songs from Feist, RHCP, Florence + the Machine, plus newbies Balam Acab (pictured) and Blood Orange.
“How Come You Never Go There,” by Feist “Apart,” by Balam Acab “What the Water Gave Me,” by Florence + the Machine “Wishing Song,” by The Airborne Toxic Event “So Long,” by Zooey Deschanel and M. Ward “Happiness Loves Company,” by Red Hot Chili Peppers “Forget It,” by Blood Orange “Glazin’,” by Jacuzzi Boys “Wavelengths,” by Cymbals Eat Guitars “Bones,” by Male Bonding
As predicted, round two of the witch/vamp war proved fierce (though short-lived). Possessed Eric sets his sights on regicide, much to the dismay of love-afflicted Sookie. In the most brazen use of her fairy powers yet, she tosses the towering Nord off Bill, reversing the possession and memory spell. A look of recognition washes over Eric’s face as memories swell back. The witches disappear (that’s a new one), leaving the vamps to regroup.
Sookie’s secret is out to the most dangerous person who could know: Nan. (We’re okay with it, because “a dairy maid and her lightning trick” is the best description we’ve heard of her to date.) But the PR maven has larger fish to fry — or vamps to stake — and promises to destroy Bill. Thankfully, Mr. Compton has grown a pair and stands up to the feisty one, refusing to back down and swearing to wipe Marnie/Antonia out.
Eric and Sookie deal with another sort of problem. Eric remembers everything, including his affair with her (quite the departure from the books). Even though he promises he is “more” — to the delight of female viewers everywhere — she can’t commit, since her heart’s still burning for her ex, too . (Move to Utah, already.) The king is unaware and resolves to follow through on his destruction of Moon Goddess Emporium, even with Tara and her gaggle of witches inside. He urges Sookie not to interfere, which makes us doubt his intelligence considerably, since she is obviously going to scurry right after trouble. Through it all, Eric snidely comments in the background, making our hearts sing with gratitude that the jerk is back.
Elsewhere in matters of the heart, Jessica and Jason have a postcoital sadsack fest, with him nursing a heavy case of the losers for betraying his bud and her growing frustrated at general human sulking and bromances. Jason asks her to glamour their romp out of him, which has got to burn real bad. To add to Jason’s self-loathing, heartbroken Hoyt cries his eyes out to Jason over cans of an obscure Louisiana beer.
In the shifter arena, Alcide (whose bod we did not see nearly enough of this week) races to save a mortally wounded Tommy. Tommy’s not having it and wants only to go to Merlotte’s. Sam’s ready to reach out to the bloodsuckers for superblood, but Alcide insists Tommy has the right to choose. Sam sits with his brother until his last breath passes, leading to the first time this show has ever made us tear up. Bon Temps, you need more rainbows and sunshine — and that definitely won’t come through the relapsed Debbie brooding over Alcide and finding comfort in skeezy, long-haired Marcus.
Speaking of relapses, Terry and a very irate Arlene find Andy’s stash of V. Terry, a recovered addict of just about everything, intervenes on his cuz’s behalf, taking him to their old fort, where Terry used to live like an “insane squirrel” after the war. The two shoot cans, wrestle, and bicker over childhood grievances. Our favorites? Andy’s bitterness of not getting knit socks and Terry’s ablebodied attractiveness. Let it all out, boys.
Back on the battlegrounds, the Antonia half of the witch feels remorseful after Sookie’s bolt. Once out of harm’s way, Marnie must convince Antonia to repossess her, making it clear the human is the real culprit. The only way it can end for her now is on a metal slab. She holes up in the Emporium, casting an electric fence of sorts around it. Jesus penetrates the force field in his demonic form (“It’s a Latin thing,” says Lafayette) and, after realizing the situation, urges Sookie to run. She doesn’t, of course, and she and Lafayette head straight in as Tara and Holly run out. All disappear, leaving Jason dumbfounded — a look we know well.
Meanwhile, the vamps coordinate a plan, with Bill ready to stake Nan, Eric not giving a rat’s ass, Pam ready to rip the witches to pieces, and Jessica just in the mood to kill something. Get ready, brujas. Leather-clad, Matrix-style fangers are knocking on your door.
We hope everyone who felt the East Coast earthquake is okay. Here’s some new music (Neon Indian, CSS, Active Child) to relax your nerves.
“Polish Girl,” by Neon Indian “Hanging On,” by Active Child “Hits Me like a Rock,” by CSS, featuring Bobby Gillespie “The Book of Morris Johnson,” by Zee Avi “Feeding Line,” by Boy & Bear “Forever 28,” by Stephen Malkmus & the Jicks “Shadow,” by Blouse “Romance,” by Wild Flag “How Can You Love Me,” by Unknown Mortal Orchestra “Why Won’t You Make Up Your Mind?” by Tame Impala
Despite an early leaning toward Eric, there’s been a decided office-wide shift to Team Alcide and — sometimes — Bill. The werewolf, in his muscle-filled, brooding glory, scoops up a wounded Sookie and takes her home (with the help of Compton’s super speed). Yes, Bill saved her with his super blood, but how she’s immune to Alcide’s charming concern is beyond us. (And how her coat’s top button is still done up is also confusing, but that’s neither here nor there.) The immunity is reciprocal, and Alcide throws in the fairy-loving towel, but it may be too late for V-chugging, jealousy-ridden Debbie.
In the ruins of their relationship, Jessica cries a crimson river to an unconcerned Nan, and Hoyt packs her things (including Twilight) in a box labeled “For you, Monster” while wallowing in Budweiser and boxers. Self-pity gets interrupted by Lafayette/Mavis, who has kidnapped little Mikey and returned to Hoyt’s/her old house. Poor delusional gal really wants this “baybee,” but Jesus swoops in, pointing out what she’s packing in her pants. Little demon child — who was never really demonic to start with — is returned to Arlene and Terry (who is oddly forgiving to Merlotte’s cook). The campiest of campy exorcisms follows, and Jesus has his man back.
Things settle down, and Hoyt begs Jason to take the monster box to Jessica. Jason reluctantly does so but only after scribbling out the monster bit. Yes, that deserves a resounding “aww.” She’s feeling it too, apparently, and the two get rather frisky in the back of his pickup. Which brings us back to the issue of all of these characters doing the dirty outside. Is it a Bon Temps thing that we’re missing? (At least Sookie’s awkward three-way dream took place indoors — and can somebody find us a ruffled red robe like that, please?)
As far as the shifters go, Sam takes Luna and Emma camping to get away from Marcus. We’re sure glad he did, if only for Emma’s hilarious comment that she wants to turn into a bunny so she can pet herself. Sam will be glad he did, too, as Tommy takes a brutal werewolf beating from Marcus and crew while shifted as Sam. Alcide swoops in (again) to save him. Is there anything this perfect specimen of a man can’t do?
Tara realizes she isn’t into Marni’s twisted revenge plot — again. But it’s too late. Spiteful Marni/Antonia isn’t ready to let her little traitorous witches go, locking them and a bewitched Eric in the Moon Goddess Emporium (it never gets old). Sookie tries to rescue him, but Debbie throws her under the bus, putting her at the wrong end of Tara’s gun. In her first smart move all season, Tara tells her telepathically (which, honestly, we sort of forgot about) to run.
Because of the trouble, Bill urges Nan to cancel their tolerance event, but Nan will do no such thing. It goes off — but not without a hitch. Antonia/Marni puts more vamps under her spell, forcing them to kill three humans and display a wretched amount of guts to the crowd. It should prove to be a good fight, but the only outcome we really care about is whether Eric will snap the hell out of it.
What an exciting day this is turning out to be: St. Vincent and M83 are back with album teasers, Tune-Yards’s “Gangsta” gets a remix, and Mister Heavenly has a lovelorn debut.
“Surgeon,” by St. Vincent “Midnight City,” by M83 “Gangsta (Cut Chemist Remix),” by Tune-Yards “Hold My Hand,” by Mister Heavenly “Pressure and Time,” by Rival Sons “In the Drones,” by Black Mountain “Black Water Falls,” by The War on Drugs “Casual Diamond,” by Sleep Over “Shelter,” by Hercules and Love Affair “I Wrote the Book,” by Beth Ditto
Much to our horror, Jessica tries to get a tan, but Jason comes flying out of the bright white light, blazing with love. After the rescue, the two partake in a post-traumatic game of tonsil hockey, reiterating that the Stackhouse siblings do indeed have a penchant for bloodsuckers.
Her indiscretion finally prompts Jessica to put the kibosh on her relationship with Hoyt, once in her dreams (which broke our heart for him) and once in real life (which, honestly, broke our heart for both). Sweet as Hoyt may be, babies, virginity, and sunlight were low blows. Jessica strikes out again when Jason — in a surprising moment of impulse control — turns her away. Having two invitations rescinded after accidentally killing someone and getting silver and sun burns? Rough day, girlfriend.
Alcide and Debbie fare a bit better, fitting in just fine with their new pack, which smartly decides to stay out of the vamp/witch war. Debbie’s pretty sure that Alcide won’t be able to resist, and she’s right. The alpha of the pack, Marcus, isn’t always a peacekeeping pup; his short temper is revealed at the same time we find out he’s the parolee father of Luna’s girl. In other shifter news, Tommy turns into Mrs. Fortenberry for a hilarious (if irrelevant) snippet. All this intercharacter business has us hooked.
Which brings us to Lafayette, who still can’t seem to master his “magia,” becoming accidentally possessed by the ghost who keeps appearing to baby Mikey. Turns out she had a baby with whom we assume is a Bellefleur ancestor who killed the illegitimate child, prompting her (fabulous in Lafayette’s body) to return to break into the plantation-like home and take Arlene’s child. Which makes us wonder, is the baby actually Terry’s? And since Bill’s family married into the Bellefleurs way back, will he be involved?
And now for arguably the most disappointing scene of the series to date. As readers of the books, we’ve been eagerly waiting the shower scene like a 13-year-old awaits her first R-rated movie. Instead, we get this: Sookie gives Eric her blood to save him (good idea) and Eric coerces Sookie into drinking his blood (bad idea). They then head to the shower, where snowflakes fall instead of water. Transition scene to a bed in a snowy forest. Someone really needs to pull Sookie aside and explain the danger of outdoor sex. Chiggers. Peeping werewolves. Hypothermia. It’s all happening. Eric’s sweet ass almost saved the cheesy scene, but the postcoital squirrel merkin did us in.
Meanwhile, Bill is saving face for the death of Mrs. Fortenberry’s undead neighbor, releasing a statement to the public thanks to a glamoured Connie Wilson-lookalike reporter. He sets up a meeting with Antonia in the Bon Temps cemetery at midnight. (Come on, Bill, it’s the witching hour.) Eric, who whined about running away hours before, starts the meeting by ripping out the throat of a witch a la Edgington. Mayhem ensues, with Bill saving Tara from Pam (for Sookie, duh) and Sookie taking a bullet to the gut.
All in all, this episode left us on Team Compton (a lot of cred to the leather jacket for that). And if Eric doesn’t stop this doe-eyed, mushy nonsense, we’ll stay there. Reverse the spell!
Just when the novelty of wacky whisk-like scalp massagers has worn off, a nifty new tool arrives. This one from London’s sought-out facialist Sarah Chapman of culty Overnight Facial serum fame.
Its construction perplexed us, but the simple directions had us pushing the gadget against the chin and up the jawline in no time. And it proved relaxing. While we can’t vouch for its long-term effects (it’s just been released in the states), the tension-release and toning claims rang true. The directions said to then gently tap the area with the small paddle on the opposite end to stimulate the skin — but we were happy to skip the slapping ourselves in the face part.
New music alert: We can’t get enough of Canadian duo Data Romance’s chill beats and singer Amy Kirkpatrick’s sweet-as-honey vocals (think Stars meets electronica). And because the love is requited, the duo graciously made a downloadable mixtape just for DailyCandy readers. Catch their U.S. tour (starting tomorrow) as part of the traveling, electronic-only Identity Festival.
Sound Off: Should a Woman Offer to Split the Bill on the First Date?
It’s the year 2011. Having the man pay for dinner is one of those pesky gender inequalities that has lingered longer than it’s welcome. Or is it? Two editors sound off on the female’s role when the check drops on the first date.
Yea: Everything I need to know I learned from Beyoncé. I’m an independent woman and don’t need to be taken care of. Nay: Yo, B, don’t get your feminist panties in a twist. Letting him pay for dinner only affects your sense of independence if you let it. It can simply be a gesture of gratitude for the time you’ve spent together. Nothing wrong with that.
Yea: Paying for your own meal ensures there’s no pressure to feel indebted to your date. Especially if you’re not interested. Nay: Or you can let him pay, kindly thank him, and part ways — just like you would with a friend. If he gets pissy because you didn’t seal it with a kiss, then you know what he’s about.
Yea: A man respects it when a woman offers to chip in. It says, “I’m a giver,” which can translate to other areas, if you know what I’m saying. And I think you do. Nay: Believe me, I do. But it’s also nice to receive. If he’s offering to foot the bill, let him. It’s his way of showing you he can take care of things — both in and out of the dining room, if you know what I’m saying. And you totally do.
Watch the Throne but don’t miss out on amazing, new music from pitch-perfect Beirut (above, at Lollapalooza), the much-awaited Horrors release, plus an all-American tune by way of Brooklyn’s HolidayHoliday.
“Vagabond,” by Beirut “Still Life,” by The Horrors “Telephone,” by Dom “How Deep Is Your Love?” by The Rapture “You’re Too Weird,” by Fruit Bats “American Man,” by HolidayHoliday “Lights (Bassnectar Remix),” by Ellie Goulding “Context Clues,” by Reptar “Rose Mary Stretch,” by Pepper Rabbit “Ocean,” by Asobi Seksu
To our dismay, Pam devolves from kickass, no-nonsense sassypants to a ferocious, bitter hag (though we do love her quilted pink coffin — and Ginger’s hilarious riding of it). Though we obviously aren’t on Team Thornton, Pam’s threatening and near choking of her seem a bit extreme, especially when Tara wasn’t the source of the spell.
Down in Mexico, abuelo reveals it’s Lafayette who has “la magia,” and Jesus outs him as a medium. It seems like something Señor Reynolds would have noticed earlier, but at least it makes him see the Depression-era lady singing to demonic Mikey. (Side note: All of this goes down and Lafayette is still flipping burgers? Boyfriend’s got some serious dedication to Merlotte’s.) As for plotlines that won’t stop repeating themselves, Sam banishes Tommy forever. Which probably means an episode and a half.
The nearby wolf pack uses deer blood to baptize Alcide and Debbie — to whom, we admit, we’re starting to soften. During the after-party, Alcide sulks, worrying about Sookie in the woods. Jealousy flickers over Debbie but then she concedes to look for her. They stumble upon the fairy and Eric in the throes of passion, which causes a glitch in their own passion the next day. Looks like Alcide might be covering up a little crush. Eric and Sookie have no such issue and continue their lukewarm horizontal tango before cuddling the night away.
Antonia Gavilán de Logroño is still setting up shop inside Marni’s bod, siccing a necromanced Luis on Bill. Thankfully, King Compton sees what’s going on and subdues a suicidal Luis. But the witches aren’t done. Antonia/Marni recruits Tara, who then recruits the rest of the Wiccan clan under the guise of girl (and one girly guy) power. They join hands, Marni levitates, and somehow the fan that used to blow every time Marni recited a spell goes full speed and sweeps through Bon Temps. It draws the vamps into the light, including Mrs. Fortenberry’s curler-wearing neighbor.
In preparation for the curse, Bill orders all nearby fangers to silver themselves in order to counteract Antonia’s hold. We don’t quite understand the logic. Silver is painful but doesn’t render them completely weak. A padlocked coffin seems a little smarter. Our suspicions are confirmed when Jessica worms herself out of the chains and tricks her way out of the locked cell to bask into the sun.
Meanwhile, Sookie stays with a bleeding Eric, and a concerned Jason pops in. After getting clued in on the sitch (hours later than everyone, of course), he’s off to save Jessica. He gets in a tiff with the guard, but we’re thinking those swoon-worthy handstand push-ups he did earlier helped him win that scuffle (thought the gunshot is worrying). We sure hope so, because a Bon Temps sans Jason and Jessica is not a Bon Temps we want to know.
Fashion may be heralding the coming of fall, but we’re digging our toes into the sand to hold onto summer. And we’re doing it in this perfect Caribbean blue polish. The cork top is reminiscent of a message in a bottle and also adds a firm grip, so there’s no struggling to screw off the top. When we warm up to the idea of leather and leaves, we’ll switch between the almost-matte, milky Latte and the deep wine Framboise.
Happy twentieth anniversary to once-traveling rock ’n’ roll road show Lollapalooza. Still at the helm: Jane’s Addiction front man Perry Farrell (pictured in NYC), whose new husband-and-wife collab Perryetty promises hot and sweaty electronica. Here’s what’s on our must-hear list, from classic acts to fresh faces (The Cars, Tennis, Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr.).
“Applause for You,” by Perry Farrell & Perryetty “Cape Dory,” by Tennis “Nothing but Our Love,” by Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. “So American,” by Portugal the Man “You Might Think,” by The Cars “Finally Moving,” by Pretty Lights “Animus Vox,” by The Glitch Mob “Daphne,” by Lia Ices “Seventeen Years,” by Ratatat “Baby Says,” by The Kills “Nantes,” by Beirut “Different,” by Ximena Sariñana “Bowl Cut,” by Dom, featuring Madeline “Scott Mescudi vs. the World,” by Kid Cudi and Cee Lo “Son of a Gun,” by Lord Huron
Last night’s full-moon episode was mostly anticlimactic*. Bill gets Eric into his custody and sentences him to true death — only to release him without any sort of action. Jason gets himself in a tizzy about shifting into a werepanther and cuffs himself to the bed — only to not shift but rather have a sexually tense convo with Jessica (who, by the way, really needs to break up with Hoyt; we’re starting to pity the poor, sweet fellow).
In the anticlimax to end all anticlimaxes, danger-seeking Sookie wanders through the dark, dark woods (because, honestly, what would dark, dark woods be without Sookie?). Shotgun in hand, she runs into Debbie-whipped Alcide and then the Viking. Despite him still wearing that awful high school basketball gear, we were riled up for what came next. Until it proved to be a lukewarm romp on the forest floor. Chiggers, anyone?
Elsewhere in Renard Parrish, embers are all that remain of Arlene’s home after matches spontaneously combust. Little Mikey finds his way out of the house with that damn Chucky-like doll. And (in the land of plot elements we don’t care much about) Terry saves his rescue armadillo. The witch waitress’s house also goes up, but we’re a little confused as to why she’s still around in the first place.
Jesus and Lafayette get to the home of the abuelo, who doesn’t seem to be taking them seriously (we wouldn’t take Lafayette’s Lil Bow Wow hair seriously either). He demands a sacrifice of the duo, and they return with a snake in tow. Abuelo has the snake bite Jesus, and Lafayette becomes a vessel for Jesus’s Tio Luca. Somehow that saves Jesus. Hm.
Had it not been for HBO’s lovely little recap, we would have never remembered that shifters can shift into other humans if they kill a member of their family. (Thanks for sharing, Luna.) Tommy’s matricide earns him the power, and the spunky kid morphs into big bro Sam. Of course, Luna decides to pounce on the bar owner right then and there, and Tommy makes no objections, though he freaks out afterward and kicks her out. Quite the mess to clean up, Sammy boy (figuratively and literally, as Tommy passes out in his own vomit).
Meanwhile, Marni wastes away in King Bill’s jail, whittling away at her wrist. But a few picked scabs are all Antonia needs to possess her — besides a wind machine that always seems to be on full force during these moments. We learn Antonia was raped by Luis (once a priest and now a Louisiana sheriff). Luis heads down to her cell to try it again but has his attempts overpowered by Marni/Antonia’s necromancing skills — which involve mosh pit-worthy devil’s horns and a conclusion of “You little f*ck.” That’s some highfalutin magic right there.