I've been a music fan since my parents gave me a record player for Christmas when I was still in grade school. The first record I remember owning was "Sesame Street Disco." I've been a professional writer since 2004, but writing long before that. My first published work was in a middle school literary magazine and was a story about a zoo in which the animals could talk.
UK label Mega Dodohas released a rare recording of John Peel live session tracks from the obscure 1970’s psych band Big Grunt. Featuring members of the Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band, the World, and Sean Head Showband. These four tracks (one of which, “Cyborg Signal,” was never released until now) have rarely been heard since the early 1970’s, and Mega Dodo is releasing them for download and on limited edition 12″ yellow vinyl (only 500 copies!).
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Chicago psych-rockers The Luck of Eden Hallrelease their new single, “The End of the Lane” today. The single, a great trippy psych tune, is inspired by award-winning author Neil Gaiman’s book The Ocean at the End of the Lane. Gaiman even drew the cover art for the limited single.
The single can be purchase for download, and there are limited blue and black 7″ vinyl versions to be had as well. The B-side is the song “Blown to Kingdom Come” from their excellent album The Acceleration of Time.
Captain Ivory (Robbie Bolog – guitar and lap steel, Seth Maschari – drums and vibes, Brett Smith – bass, Jayson Trayer – vocals and guitar, Steve Zwilling – piano and organ) describe their sound on the cover of their new album, No Vacancy, as “greasy rock ‘n’ roll.” I can’t do much better than that. The whole album is full of power pop, swamp rock, and blues rock grooves that are so greasy you could fry a donut in them.
“Broken Light” introduces you to Trayer’s fine vocal style, which is somewhere between Kings of Leon, Howlin’ Wolf, and Jethro Tull. Maschari’s vibraphone work on the title track takes the song to a level above garage rock that other bands are still trying to reach. Zwilling’s keys take us into psychedelic territory on “Skinning the Hand,” and the rest of the band puts down a great blues groove while Trayer sings a fun song about a desperate man in a desperate card game that could put him on Easy Street or kill him.
“Cascades of Spain” is a lovely song about a man’s journey through old Europe. “Paper Towns” has excellent guitar work throughout it. “Hello Love Goodbye Fear” is a vicious attack on the current political landscape. “Every time I think about the western dream I let loose ‘cause I know it’s a lie,” Trayer sings. Zwilling’s keyboard work is jaunty, despite Trayer’s angry lyrics, and those stadium rock riffs are great. “Never Mind” is a classic rock song about heartbreak, and the breakdown in the last minute is outstanding. I love the way “Come Down” switches from a rock ballad to a sweaty, gritty blues-powered rock cut. The closer is, fittingly, “Epitaph,” which brings in some delightful soul touches.
I discovered these guys when my wife and I saw them play at a street festival in Ann Arbor, Michigan earlier this year. They are a crackerjack live band and worth your time if you enjoy greasy rock ‘n’ roll.
File this one under: Bands I Like Who Slipped Through the Cracks. I’d heard a few tracks from Royal Blood’s self-titled debut album two years ago on the Out of the Black EP, but kept forgetting to buy the full record. I finally found it at a Target two months ago.
It’s one of the best rock records to come along in recent memory. Royal Blood is Mike Kerr on bass and vocals and Ben Thatcher on drums. That’s right, no guitar. They bring new meaning to the term “drum and bass,” because that’s all there is (apart from vocals). It’s all bass – wonderful, cranked-up, fuzzed-out, wall-flattening bass – and drums – excellent armies of Mordor-marching, Jason Bonham-honoring, avalanche-producing drums.
“Out of the Black” was their first big hit, and rightly so, as they belt out a rocker about an angry break-up. It’s a common theme on the record. The lads are angry, lonely, and frisky, but there isn’t a damn thing they can do about it except pour it all out on this record. The follow-up to the “I’m so pissed I could kill you” anthem of “Out of the Black” is “Come On Over,” in which Kerr has dropped belief in God (“I went to church and stopped believing.”) and thus the religious dogma that held him back from engaging in naughty sinful behavior. We go from bad break-up to sinful sex in the span of two songs.
“Figure It Out” has a wicked drum groove that barely touches on pop-punk as Kerr struggles to determine why his girl won’t talk about what went wrong in their relationship (“I said I’d go, ‘cause I won’t see you later and we’re not allowed to figure it out.”). It makes sense that the next song is “You Can Be So Cruel,” which has Kerr standing outside his lady’s door thinking of her (in his stalker-like eyes) loneliness and his depression.
His lady’s continued distance from him leads to more anger on “Blood Hands.” “I’ll curse the ground where you kneel till I grow my hair to my heels. Spike your water, your wine while you waste my precious time.” Kerr’s bass work on it sounds like he’s playing two guitars at once.
Kerr tries to move on to another romantic conquest on “Little Monster,” but still borders on creepy as he sings, “I’m gonna love you no matter what you say.” and “I say run little monster before you know who I am.” The song was another big hit for them, and it couldn’t miss. Thatcher’s drums are like something from a Mad Max movie and Kerr’s bass work on it is pure stoner metal.
The subject of “Little Monster” must have taken Kerr’s advice of running away, because Kerr sings about “Shouting through your letter hole like there’s nobody home.” and referring to her as an “ice queen licking on a guillotine” in “Loose Change,” which has Thatcher putting down a groove so nasty it should be twiddling its moustache.
Kerr admits he’s screwed up everything on “Careless.” “I wish I could care less, but I’m afraid I don’t. You couldn’t care less, so I guess you won’t change your mind again.” In “Ten Tonne Skeleton,” he knows his ex-girlfriend has moved on, and now he regrets the way he screwed up his chance.
The final cut is “Better Strangers,” and Kerr realizes he has to get far away from this woman before he gets flattened again (“I’m a thousand miles from danger if I make a better stranger of you.”). He repeats the word “hollow” to echo the empty feeling in his gut, but he fills it with scorching bass work.
This easily would’ve been in my top 5 records of 2014 if I’d kept track of such things then. Royal Blood were in the process of writing a new album when they toured with Foo Fighters in 2015. I hope they release it soon.
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If you’re ever in Detroit, and you’re a music fan, you really should check out the Motown Museum. It’s located in two houses, one of which houses the famous Studio A where nearly every early Motown hit you’ve heard was recorded.
You can only visit the museum via guided tour. The tours last a little over an hour, and there isn’t as much time to gawk at things as I’d like – mainly because they are packed with tour groups every day and need to get people through the place. The first building houses a lot of memorabilia including famous album covers, photos, and ephemera from various artists. The basketball uniforms worn by the Jackson 5 on a TV special were on display when my wife and I were there.
The second building is the famous “Hitsville, U.S.A.” building where many came to seek their dreams of music stardom.
They’ve preserved the original receptionist’s office, Berry Gordy’s apartment, the tape storage room, and Studio A. I loved seeing the old tape boxes and the recording studio in Studio A. I liked seeing the mixing board and the holes worn in the floor from producers stomping their feet to the killer beats Motown artists were dropping all those years.
You can’t take photographs in the museum, and the CDs at the gift shop are far too pricey for today’s consumers, but the opportunity to stand in the studio where the Temptations, Stevie Wonder, the Supremes, and so many others recorded some of the best songs in history is something you shouldn’t miss.
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Karma Eastis one of three Karma wrecka stows in Indianapolis. This one is located in a shopping plaza that also houses a good Chinese / Thai / Japanese restaurant. They pack a lot of stuff into the single storefront.
The closest I came to seeing L7 in their first heyday was when they were on the 1994 when they were on the Lollapalooza tour. We got to what was then known as Deer Creek Music Center (and is now know as Klipsch Music Center) in Noblesville, Indian a bit late and we could hear L7 wrapping up their set with “Pretend We’re Dead” from the parking lot.
I wouldn’t have the chance to see them again for another 22 years. They played a sold out show at Chicago’s Metro (one of my top favorite venues in the city) on August 06, 2016, and it was definitely worth the wait.
Punk trio Radkeyopened the show with a damn fine (and prompt – 8pm sharp) set that sounded like a combination of the Damned and the Misfits. The crowd was appreciative and they got everyone geared up for more heavy rock.
Radkey
L7 came out to a packed house of punks, Gen X’ers, MILFs, DILFs, gays, straights, and at least one woman in her 70’s I saw heading up to the balcony to watch the show. They opened with “Deathwish,” and immediately proved they haven’t lost a thing since that Lollapalooza gig.
“Deathwish” – Charles Bronson would’ve been proud.
Donita Sparks belted out the “Deathwish” lyrics and everyone in the packed, hot crowd was in the band’s hands within seconds. Suzi Gardner then bellowed “Andres” and Jennifer Finch knocked out “Everglade.” They came out swinging with three hard rockers and everyone was on their heels with joy and dizziness.
“Monster” (with Dee Plakas‘ much-beloved cowbell in full effect) and “Scrap” had everyone grinning. “Fuel My Fire” had everyone jumping, and it’s easy to forget how heavy “One More Thing,” “I Need,” and “Slide” are until you hear them live.
“I Need”…more L7 shows.
There’s no mistaking “Crackpot Baby” for anything but a fist to the face, especially with Sparks singing so loud that I’m sure people in the SmartBar downstairs could hear her. Two cuts from The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum followed – “Must Have More” and the always-excellent “Drama.”
The rest of the crowd and I were happy to chant and pump our fists to “Shove,” and “Freak Magnet” was a nice lead-in to my favorite surprise of the night – Finch (rocking age 50 and a Misfits-logo bass) and crew performing her song “Shirley” (a great tune off Hungry for Stink about NHRA drag racing champ Shirley “Cha-Cha” Muldowney).
Don’t you dare pinch her ass. Suzi Gardner knocking out “Shove.”
They closed with, of course, “Shitlist,” which had everyone completely batshit by this point.
The encore was “American Society” (another great rare cut), “Pretend We’re Dead,” and the (finally!) mosh pit-inducing “Fast and Frightening” (which, if you didn’t know, has perhaps the most rock lyric of all time).
So much clit they don’t need no balls.
It was a great show with a great crowd. The Metro blasted Dee-Lite’s “Groove Is in the Heart” after the encore and nearly everyone was dancing on top of crushed plastic cups and spilled beer (myself included).
Thanks, L7, for reuniting and giving us these shows. We needed them, and I hope it won’t take me another two decades to see you again.
Keep your mind open.
[Thanks to Robert Fagan for getting me a press pass to the show, the lady working the press table at the Metro for being so helpful, and to Hannah – my +1 for the night. I’m glad to have met you and that you had a good time.]
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I might be back on air August 14th. If not, I should be on air August 21st. I’m winding down my summer shows, so I hope you’ll give me a listen before I take a break until winter.
Ty Segall, not content to be involved in at least three bands, has joined / started a fourth – Goggs (Charles Moothart – guitar, bass, drums, Ty Segall – guitar, bass, drums, Chris Shaw – vocals). Their first album is a bonkers rock ride not unlike an old wooden roller coaster that thrills and beats you up at the same time.
“Falling In” has a great Stooges feel to it in the bass and drums and a Sham 69 (or should I say Cult, since Shaw is the ex-Cult vocalist?) feel to the vocals. “Shotgun Shooter” has bass so loud, fuzzy, and heavy that Lightning Bolt will be envious. “She Got Harder” is snotty punk, both in the instrumentation but especially in the vocals. The way Shaw belts out the lyrics while his guitar shreds and Segall destroys his kit is great.
Speaking of drums, they’re even crazier on “Smoke the Wurm.” The self-titled track starts off weird and quirky and then turns into angry goth-punk. “Assassinate the Doctor” is just as odd. It’s almost a meltdown. “Needle Trade Off,” is back to the angry post-punk with fierce bass and lyrics practically spat into the microphone. “Future Nothing” is so old school punk that it even sounds like it was recorded in 1981.
“Final Notice” adds what sounds like old video game noises to the ritualistic beats and bizarre screams and chants. It’s a weird (mostly) instrumental that goes into the closer – “Glendale Junkyard,” which hits hard and loud before fading out with snare drum taps and distorted guitar fuzz.
This is easily the most punk record I’ve heard so far this year. It’s crazy, loud, squeaky, weird, and just what you need to drown out the noise of an election year.
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[Rewind Reviews are reviews of albums at least a year old by the time I hear them.]
For the record, I think M.I.A. is a genius. She always seems to get the best beats and hasn’t given a damn about what’s popular, what people think of her, or even the Super Bowl for years. Her 2014 album Matangi is another great example of her doing her own thing with a mastery of world beats, sharp wit, and killer mic flow.
“Karmageddon” laces Bollywood beats and reverb throughout it. It’s seductive, synth-heavy, and even a bit scary. “My words are my armor and you’re about to meet your karma,” she sings. It’s a quick introduction / warning before the title track throws us into a deep Indian jungle, both in terms of jungle techno beats and tropical jungle heat. Only M.I.A. can pull off the chants she rhymes around in the song. Her chants are like battle cries mixed with meditative mantras.
“Only 1 U” starts with temple bells and then unleashes some of the wickedest beats on the record. M.I.A.’s voice is echoed, distorted, and fuzzed but it remains clear enough for you to hear her message of empowerment. I also love the inclusion of a boxing ring bell to signal each verse. She’s come to fight, so it’s appropriate the next track is “Warriors.” It starts with an “ohm” chant and then M.I.A. is dropping rhymes like she’s unleashing a tricky boxing combination. “Gangsters, bangers, we’re puttin’ ‘em in a trance,” she says. I’m sure she is, because her rhymes and beats are dumbfounding.
“Come Walk with Me” is a fun love song with beats better for dancing than walking, so walk to the club with your lover when you play it. “Atention” is a play on words, riffing on “attention” and “a tension.” M.I.A.’s voice is a bit robotic, almost like she’s a computer program singing to us atop wicked drum machine beats and turntable scratches.
She teams up with The Weekend for the first time on “Exodus.” He does most of the rat-a-tat electric beats, I’m guessing, because M.I.A. sings all the lead vocals (and quite well). “Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well,” she sings on “Bad Girls,” a song title she is eminently qualified to claim. It has a neat Middle Eastern flavor underneath the sick hand percussion beats.
“Boom Skit” is far too short. M.I.A.’s rapping and the beats on it are so good they’re almost frightening. “Double Bubble Trouble” isn’t really about gum, but it’s just as sweet. “You’re in trouble. I step up in the game and I burst that bubble.” The alarm claxons taking the place of a horn section are brilliant. This deserves to be cranked from every taxi in New Delhi.
“Y.A.L.A.” has bass that Missy Elliott will probably gank for her next record. “If you only live once, why do we keep doing the same shit?” M.I.A. asks. It’s a play on “Y.O.L.O.” and I’m guessing it stands for “You All Live Again” since she sings, “Back home where I come from we keep being born again and again and again. That’s why they invented karma.”
“Bring the Noize” isn’t a cover of the Public Enemy classic, but it’s just as good in its own right. The hyper beats seem to include a creaking door, sampled R&B croons, and a haunted horn section. “Lights” has M.I.A.’s vocals subdued and echoing in the background as the synth beats take lead. “Know It Ain’t Right” is bouncy, while “Sexodus” (her second pairing with The Weekend on Matangi) is sensual. Go figure with that title, really. M.I.A. is at her sexiest on the track, singing about getting in the sheets and staying busy until dawn.
The digital download version of Matangi comes with the bonus track of “Like This,” which is well worth the download. M.I.A. purrs like a tiger at one point, nearly making you slide off your chair. If that doesn’t do it, then the phat bass and her supremely confident rhyming will.
M.I.A. can do no wrong, really. Her beats are always big, her rhymes are always deadly, her lyrics are always powerful, and her power grows with each record.
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