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Review: Liam Kazar – Due North

“I hang my coat on any old hook, but I prefer the second from the left,” Liam Kazar sings on the opening track of his fun, funky, and solid debut album Due North. The album mixes a lot of influences, sometimes sounding like a Warren Zevon album, other times like a Lindsey Buckingham or Joe Jackson record, but most of the time like Kazar’s groovy self. It’s the kind of album that makes you want to hang out with him for a night just to hear his stories.

That opener, “So Long Tomorrow,” blends Kazar’s rock guitar with a groovy bass line and his witty lyrics as he tells himself, and the rest of us, to stay in the present. “Old Enough for You” bumps and bubbles like a witch’s brew created in a disco, with Kazar singing about trying to be hip and refined in order to impress a potential lover. The sassy, swinging “Shoes Too Tight” was one of my favorite singles of 2020. The whole thing grooves in a way that is hard to describe and impossible to ignore.

“Nothing to You” mixes some alt-country twang into the record while Kazar sings about pining from afar for someone who barely knows he exists. “On a Spanish Dune” starts off like a sad synthwave track and then transforms into a meditation on the self. “Everybody’s asking me what I’m going to be. I couldn’t tell you if I tried. I’m just a poem with an open line,” Kazar sings – and sums up presence and ennui in two sentences.

“The clouds are coming over, but I shouldn’t be surprised,” Kazar sings on “Frank Bacon” – a snappy, slick track with some smooth guitar work from him and plenty of lyrics about realizing you have to play the hand you’re dealt and make the best of it. “I’ve Been Where You Are” has synthwave touches while Kazar let’s us know that he’s been in the same boat of the blues as we’ve all journey on from time to time.

The slightly countrified “No Time for Eternity” has some of Kazar’s best vocal work (with help from Andrew Sa). He keeps it simple, which gives it more impact. “Give My World” takes on a bluesy feel with its lyrics and guitar work, but then becomes something dreamy with the use of bird calls and psychedelic synths. “It seems I haven’t changed, half as much as I’ve let you down,” Kazar sings in a brutally honest self-appraisal. The synths turn into church organs on the closer, “Something Tender” – a song about realizing that enabling and embracing illusions, especially those in relationships, ultimately leads to misery.

Due North is a stunning debut, and easily one of the best debuts I’ve heard in a while and one of the best albums of the year. There’s nothing here you won’t like.

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Rewind Review: Hüsker Dü – Savage Young Dü (2017)

“Savage” is a mild way of putting it.

Savage Young Dü from Hüsker Dü is a four-LP / three-CD compilation by Numero Group of early tracks from the band, spanning 1979-1983. It’s jam-packed (69 tracks, 47 of which have never before been released, and there are scores more they could still put on another compilation – let’s hope so) with demos, live cuts, B-sides, and remastered cuts of their first singles and EPs. It’s essential for any fan of the band, or early 1980s punk rock, and completely bonkers. The booklet inside the set is a wealth of information, too, with interviews and stories from the band members (Grant Hart – drums and vocals, Greg Norton – bass, Bob Mould – guitar and vocals) and many of their friends and early engineers / producers.

The first track is a demo version of “Do You Remember?” and it’s an instant classic with Norton’s chugging bass and snotty, bratty vocals from Mould while Hart tries to knock down the walls of the record store basement where they recorded it. “Sore Eyes” could’ve been a Buzzcocks track, and it’s neat to hear the band trying different musical styles and exploring multiple influences in these early tracks before settling into their “go like hell and blow out the speakers” sound. “Can’t See You Anymore” has Hart telling a girl he can’t date her anymore because she’s wants too much sex.

By the time we get to “Do the Bee” a couple tracks later, the band is already going nuts and screaming from the basement floor (while writhing around on it, according to the story listed in the booklet). Their cover of The Heartbreakers‘ “Chinese Rocks” is delightfully sludgy. A “rehearsal” version of “Data Control” has Norton’s bass tuned so heavy it could sideline for a doom metal band.

The live version of the fun “Insects Rule the World” ends with Mould proclaiming, “We’re not the most professional band in the Twin Cities,” but Hüsker Dü would go on to become one of the big three powerhouses of that area (along with Prince and The Replacements). The live cut of “Sexual Economics” has a cool post-punk edge to the rusty knife sound of it, and Mould’s solo is great.

“Statues” and “Amusement” are two early classics. The venue where the live version of “Walk within the Wounded” was recorded can barely contain the song. “I’m Tired of Doing Things Your Way” sounds like a fist fight is going to break out at any second. It probably did during “All Tensed Up” – a blistering cut. “Don’t Try to Call” goes by so fast that you barely have time to breathe before “I’m Not Interested” starts. Mould screams, “Fuck you!” to the small crowd at the end of a live version of the furious “Let’s Go Die.”

Grant’s drumming on a live recording of “Private Hell” is somewhat Devo-like, and his work on the following track, “Diane,” sounds like it inspired Dave Grohl. “In a Free Land” is one of many politically charged Hüsker Dü tracks. “What Do I Want” has so much angst that it makes you want to smash a wall with a hammer. “M.I.C.”, on the other hand, makes you want to smash the whole damn house. “Afraid of Being Wrong” is like being at the wrong end of a dodge ball game and the message is still resonant today.

Their cover of Donovan‘s “Sunshine Superman” is a fun inclusion, with Hart’s vocals and drum work both a hoot. By the time we get to “Everything Falls Apart,” we can hear hints of the future sound of the band. The collection ends with six loud, raucous live tracks, including a somehow even faster version of “Do You Remember?”, a Norton-heavy version of “It’s Not Funny Anymore,” and a version of “It’s Not Fair” that sounds like a 747 taking off in a hailstorm and closes with a minute of bass and guitar feedback before someone at the club shuts off their amps and calls them “one of the greatest hardcore bands in the country.”

This thing is a treasure trove, and not for the timid. It might flatten the unwary. In other words, it’s amazing.

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Rewind Review: The Smithereens – Live in Concert! Greatest Hits and More (2008)

Recorded over the course of four nights at The Court in New Brunswick, New Jersey, Live in Concert! Greatest Hits and More by The Smithereens was a great return to the band’s home state and a familiar venue to a raucous crowd.

The album captures the band’s raw, rock sound well. Consider yourself lucky if you got to see them live in their heyday. They were one of the best touring bands in the United States (and a new iteration of them still tours with Marshall Crenshaw on lead vocals, no less).

Opening track “Behind the Wall of Sleep” still punches hard, and “Drown in My Tears” somehow hits even harder. Jim Babjak and Pat Dinizio‘s guitars are a tremendous one-two punch throughout it (and the whole album, really). “Miles from Nowhere” builds like a strong, chugging engine in a hot rod warming up before a drag race down a long stretch of highway. Dennis Diken‘s drumming propels the track, and he sneaks some jazz swing into the mix.

“Room without a View” slows things down just enough for you to catch a breath, but not by much. “Only a Memory” keeps your toes tapping, and Severo Jornacion‘s bass work on it is a solid groove that keeps the band locked in tight. “House We Used to Live In” rocks as well as you remember. It’s always better live, and this captured version doesn’t disappoint. It drifts into a bit of psychedelic territory about halfway through the track (which is almost an eleven-minute version) and gives everyone ample opportunity to stretch their muscles and show off their chops (especially Diken).

The slow, lovely “Spellbound” is almost shocking after the previous track, but it soon wraps you in its warm blanket and has you swaying like a reed in the wind. The album contains two new (for the time) tracks, and the first is the haunting, strong “Since You Went Away” – a great example of Smithereens songs about lost love. “She’s Got a Way” is a great example of another type of Smitheerens song – power pop.

“Yesterday Girl” is another power pop gem, with Diken and Jornacion combining their rhythmic powers for all of your benefit. “Well Alright” is nearly a Dinizio solo effort with his acoustic guitar and strong vocals, until the drum fill kicks the song up a couple notches. The version of “Especially for You” on the album has a bit of a bluesy swagger to it that I like. “Any Other Way” is the second new track on the album, and it’s a hip tune about (you guessed it) Dinizio finding and losing love.

“Top of the Pops,” one of their biggest hits, sounds a little extra grungy here, which I don’t mind at all. Their cover of “Time and Time Again” is a blast and always a wonderful salute to one of their biggest influences – Paul McCartney. The album ends with three classics: “Blood and Roses” (with a downright furious solo from Babjak), an eight-minute version of “A Girl Like You,” and – a welcome addition and a salute to their old school fans – the theme to the Batman TV show from the 1960s (which was a staple of their early live sets).

It’s a fun album and a great reminder of why The Smithereens are one of the best American rock bands of their era (or any other, really).

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Review: Lizzie Loveless – You Don’t Know

You Don’t Know, the new album by Lizzie Loveless, is an album that collects memories, stories, possibly a couple tall tales, and love poems and then focuses on them with presence and mindfulness…and lovely vocals and beats. It’s also an album with many homes – New York City, Halifax, Nova Scotia, California forests, or the many stops of a tour she took with her band TEEN.

“You don’t know what it means to be with me,” she sings on the opening title track. Loveless (AKA Lizzie Lieberson) braces herself for heartbreak as a relationship is about to end, but she’s walking out with her chin up and not looking back. It’s a lovely opener, with crushing lyrics like “Maybe we should just forget it. We had out fun playing house. I know it wasn’t always easy.”

“The Joke” is a simple tune consisting of Loveless’ voice, acoustic guitar, electric beats, bright synths, and lyrics about a health crisis (“My body betrays me.”) Loveless overcame. “Memory” has Loveless wondering if she’ll ever forget a lover as 1980s soft ballad synths and beats play behind her. “My thoughts are clean though dirty from dreams,” Loveless sings on the sexy, strong track “Eyes of a Man.” The buzzsaw guitar and Theremin-like synths mix well together to put you a bit on edge.

As if she hasn’t bared her soul enough, Loveless tells us, “I’m stuck in a loveless black hole.” on “Loveless.” You can’t help but think she’s a bit tongue-in-cheek about it, however, as the thumping electro-bass and the funky beats on the track are dance floor-ready. “Hold Me Close,” with its lyrics of being in different places during different seasons, seems to be a song about missing someone while on tour. “Window” is another pretty (listen to those synths and toe-tapping beats) gut punch as Loveless sings about waiting for a lover she knows won’t return.

“New York, Yesterday” is a tale of Loveless wandering the Big Apple hoping to see her lover, even though she knows he’s in Los Angeles. “Underneath” stacks groovy bass atop Loveless’ echoing vocals about burying her emotions, even when she knows that revealing them could take her further in a relationship. The album closes with “Again,” a fun title to end a record, and a track about about Loveless wanting love but a potential lover just wanting to smooch.

You Don’t Know is a lovely record all-around, and will probably be one of the best albums of love songs of the year. It’s soulful, sometimes scorching, and sometimes sweet. It’s all good.

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Review: Shred Flintstone – Unlimited Power

If your band’s name is Shred Flintstone and your album is titled Unlimited Power, you need to have the chops to back up those things. Otherwise, you’ll be dismissed as a “joke band.” Shred Flintstone need not worry. They have enough chops to power a car-crushing monster truck.

Album opener “All My Friends Are Bread” starts us off with post-punk bass riffs Ed Weisgerber and guitar chords from Dan Barrecchia that sound like frantic radio transmissions from a military base being attacked by a giant monster. The whole thing turns into a wild assault on the senses in just a few moments. Wesigerber’s fury continues on the title track while his rhythm section mate, Joey Giambara, locks in everything with crisp chops. “Shred Durst” shreds harder than anything Fred Durst has released in years.

Barrecchia’s guitar work on “Red Dawn” reminds me of early Nirvana tracks. “Friend of a Friend of the Devil” is, dare I say it, a bit psychedelic as Barrecchia sings about trying to run from his fate / sins and then learning to accept it / them. The three of them go nuts on “Big Gun” – a New Bomb Turks-like punk track with the vocal reverb turned up to eleven. “Escape from New Jersey” (the band’s home state) turns the vocal effects up to twelve and drops riffs and drum fills heavier than a dump truck full of broken concrete. “Dirty Boi” comes at you like Leatherface with its heavy buzz and frantic pounding. The album’s closer, “Always,” wraps things up with surf and even a bit of 1950s love ballad crooning.

So, yes, Shred Flintstone have the chops to back up their name and album’s title, as well as knock the speakers off your shelves or walls. If you’re thinking of installing solar panels to power your house, you could just plug this album into your fuse box and save a ton of money.

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Review: SUUNS – The Witness

Canadian psych-electro rockers SUUNS were tired in 2019. They had been touring almost non-stop since 2010. They needed to slow down, recharge, and refocus, but they didn’t want to stop making music. So, they stopped, or perhaps were forced to stop due to the pandemic, took a breath, and created The Witness.

Opening track “Third Stream” begins the album with a slow, brooding pace, almost like some of Pink Floyd‘s synth-driven psychedelic cuts. The lyrics tell of checking out from the systemic grind and seeking greater things like peace and love. The drop of the echoing guitar and drum beats on it will grab your attention. The title track, with its bumping electro bass and beats, is a song about watching things fall apart around you and avoiding the temptation to fall into the miasma.

The slow, somewhat creepy beat of “C-Thru” is perfect for late night drinks, meditations, or slow dancing with multiple lovers. “Timebender” mixes birdsong with distant guitar riffs and soft beats for an intriguing track about looking beyond the self.

“Release yourself, remove this shroud. What you see when you look around. Clarity so real, don’t change your mind.” Profound lyrics about in “Clarity,” a nice standout in the middle of the record. According to SUUNS, they’ve been working on “The Fix” for about four years and it finally found a home on The Witness. It’s a strange, quirky track with a beat that seems to shift in about five different directions. In other words, it’s kind of cool. “Go to My Head” combines Bossa nova guitar, subdued electronic beats, and simple lyrics about moving on from a finished romance into a nearly six-minute hypnotic therapy session. The album ends with “The Trilogy” – a song that, the band admits, they just sort of let happen once they got into a groove they all enjoyed. How cool is that?

SUUNS have also admitted that The Witness is a stepping stone of them toward different types of material they want to record and different themes they wish to explore. It’s a good start, and it makes you interested in what they’re planning next – as any good album should.

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Review: Pearl & the Oysters – Flowerland

“Delightful” is the word I’d use to sum up Pearl & The Oysters‘ new album, Flowerland. It’s a bright, lovely electro-pop record and the kid of music we all sorely need as we approach the latter half of 2021 with trepidation. Should we travel? Is the pandemic really over? Is it okay to make out and hug people again? Pearl & The Oysters might not have all the answers, but they do have warm, self-replicating optimism.

“Soft Science,” the album’s opener, is a song about taking time to enjoy life (“Hey, come to the beach. You studied all night long.”) and not being a slave to the self-imposed grind. Poppy, fun synths encourage us to step outside our comfortable homes and feel the sand between our toes again. The up-tempo “Bit Valley” is an ode to staring at a computer for so long that you dream about it later. The synths sound like happy, giddy birds throughout the whole track.

“Treasure Island” is perfect for lounging at the outdoor hotel pool, at the beach, or even on the plane ride back from vacation. It’s lazy, groovy, and lovely electro-lounge. “Radiant Radish” is psychedelic surf as Pearl & The Oysters encourage us to get away from bumper-to-bumper traffic and forget your troubles at the beach. The lazy beats and lazy, warped guitar riffs on “Crocodile” reflect the self-isolation lethargy so many of us faced (“Why am I still inside?”). On its surface, “Candy” is about a love of candy and indulging in one’s sweet tooth, but is actually about love, lust, and, I suspect, oral sex. It’s a sweet, funky jam anyway you cut it.

The title track is a dreamy fantasy of crashing on an alien world and discovering it’s a sunny paradise. “Evening Sun” is about being hungover, both on booze and on Netflix, home cooking, and staying indoors. The beats on it are crisp, and the addition of a flute is a lovely touch. “Baby” is their version of the Bossa nova classic, and it’s a welcome delight on an already delightful album.

“Wizzo” brings in sitar and robot-like vocals about the future coming early, as it always does. “Osteroid Asteroid” is so full of fat synth bass that it should probably have its blood sugar checked. On “Satellite,” Pearl and the Oysters sing about the law of (physical) attraction, to the point where it’s keeping her awake at night for fear of missing something delightful. “Rocket Show” has a bit of minstrel show / circus sound to it, with what I think is a harpsichord prancing throughout it. It’s a song of optimism and seems like it’s congratulating all of us for making it through 2020, but Flowerland was completed pre-pandemic. The album closes with the instrumental, trippy “Flamingo Sketches.”

It’s a lovely record all-around and one you’ll enjoy as you move from summer to autumn, and then listen to again in winter so you can remind yourself that summer will come.

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Review: Deathchant – Waste

Imagine Thin Lizzy fronted by a guy who looks like a heftier Frank Zappa but with a voice like Lemmy Kilmister (T.J. Lemieux), and you’ll pretty much have the sound of Deathchant and their second album, Waste.

The seven-track album rips by you faster than a drag strip car, barely coming in over half an hour in length. These guys don’t fool around or waste time. The first track, “Rails,” sounds like the album is about to come off them after the first drum fill by Colin Fahrner. Deathchant’s melodic heavy metal instantly makes you want to customize a Dodge van and hit the road with a foxy lady dressed in bellbottom hip-huggers and an American flag bikini top…while you’re possibly being chased by a wizard. “Black Dirt” has you stomping the gas in that van in order to make it past a haunted mesa before dusk. “Holy Roller” is one of the album’s heaviest cuts. Lemieux and fellow guitarist / vocalist John Belino simply unload twin machine guns on it, and George Camacho‘s bass is like a sledgehammer taking out any survivors.

The whole band’s stunning ability to just jam is apparent on “Gallows.” The title track is over five minutes long, which seems like an epic poem from Deathchant, and it’s suitable for a heroic journey to a dark land to vanquish a monster and return with a mystical orb. The thing starts like squealing race car tires and then bursts from the starting line and never looks back.

“Plague” has neat guitar work balanced well between Lemieux and Belino while Belino sings of bodies lying in the streets. The album ends with “Maker,” a rocking track that features a friendly competition between Camacho and Fahrner – almost like they’re trying to see which of them might stumble first upon the driving rhythm of the track.

Waste is a solid rock record, and Deathchant seem to have had a blast making it – judging by how fun it is to hear.

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Psycho Las Vegas 2021 recap: Day Four

We’d originally planned to start the final day of the 2021 Psycho Music Festival in Las Vegas at noon to see Warish, but they cancelled their performance before the festival started. So, we had nothing to do but lounge at the pool and spa after breakfast until we headed to the House of Blues venue to see Frankie and the Witch Fingers for the first time. I’d been keen on seeing them, as their last album is outstanding, and clips I’ve seen of their shows looked wild.

They didn’t disappoint. They practically flattened the House of Blues in “their first show in about two thousand years.” A lot of people in the crowd seemed to not know who they were, but were ardent fans by the end. Later in the day, I overheard a guy talking about them to friends: “Frankie and the Witch Fingers! I walked in not knowing what to expect! Holy shit!” He was right. They put on one of the best sets of the entire weekend.

Franke and the Witch Fingers casting Audible Glammer.

We had time for lunch and then headed to the beach stage to see Dengue Fever – a band we’d both wanted to see for a while. They play a neat version of Cambodian funk and disco and had a lot of the crowd dancing in the sand and the wave pool. Their saxophonist is top-notch as well.

We headed back inside to catch to the Rock & Rhythm Lounge, where Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears got on stage to bring some funky soul. Lewis is a sharp guitar player, and the crowd quickly picked up on what he was putting down.

Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears piling on even more funk.

My wife was exhausted by this point, so she went back to the hotel room while I returned to the beach to see Osees pound out one of the loudest sets I’ve seen them play. Part of the volume could’ve been from their usual power bouncing off the water of the beach and up at everyone standing on the beach, and part of it could be from them playing in front of a live audience again after so long. It was a wild set, with people in the pool kicking and splashing water everywhere and the security guards being somewhat dumbfounded by what was happening. Drummer Paul Quattrone was especially on-point during the whole set.

Osees bowling us over with the power of rock.

I also managed to catch some partial sets from Howling Giant, Sasquatch, Mothership, and Black Sabbitch during the festival – all of whom had large, happy crowds in front of them.

The entire festival had a happy vibe to it. Everyone was happy to be seeing live music again and partying with friends again.

Plus, it was nice to lounge at an outdoor pool for a while.

Tickets for the 2022 festival are already on sa le, and they’ve announced some of the bands already confirmed, including metal giants like Mercyful Fate, Emperor, and Boris, as well as prog-metal heavyweights Year of No Light.

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Psycho Las Vegas 2021 recap: Day Three

We only had four bands on our itinerary for day three of the Psycho Music Festival in Las Vegas. One was a must-see for us (especially for my wife) and another was someone I, for some reason, had never seen before this festival.

First up were shoegazers Flavor Crystals, who played the early afternoon at the Rock & Rhythm Lounge to a small crowd, but a small crowd full of shoegaze fans. They dropped a heavy sound bomb on the place, flooding the casino with fuzz.

Flavor Crystals melting faces and minds.

They also added to my set list collection from the festival.

We took a break for a few hours and then came back for three consecutive shows at the Michelob Ultra Arena, which is connected to Mandalay Bay. Meanwhile, Summer Slam was happening at the stadium across the street, which made for a weird mix of T-shirts seen in the casino. You saw everything from shirts for wrestlers like John Cena and Rey Mysterio, Jr. to bands like Dying Fetus and Cephalic Carnage.

The first band at the Michelob Ultra Arena certainly weren’t the death metal category, but were rather Thievery Corporation, who put on a fun show combining bhangra, reggae, dub, rap, and funk. It was my second time seeing them, and the first time I saw them was also in Las Vegas (at the Cosmopolitan Hotel Casino rooftop pool), so it was an interesting return for me. They put on a fun set.

Sitar, drums, congas, bass, synths, and vocals from Thievery Corporation.

Next were The Flaming Lips, who are one of the best live bands going right now and one of my wife’s favorite bands ever. It was, as always, a delightful, uplifting experience. The usual spray of confetti into the crowd was minimal, and there were no giant, confetti-filled balloons launched into the crowd due to COVID concerns, but there was still plenty of fun to be had. It was fun to stand next to a guy who’d never seen them before then, and he gave me a happy thumbs-up during the show.

My wife went back to the hotel room after the show, and I stayed to see Danzig. I’d somehow gone my entire punk teenage years, college years, and post-college years without seeing Danzig, Samhain, or any variation of The Misfits. Danzig started a little late, but Glenn Danzig and his band came out to an appreciative crowd and played the entire Danzig II: Lucifuge album and then some of their favorite hits. It was an impressive set, and the guitarist was especially talented. Glenn Danzig wasn’t too concerned about possible COVID infection, however, as he tossed multiple used water bottles and face towels into the crowd – half of whom left before his three-song encore, which baffled me.

One funny conversation I overhead as I was leaving the Danzig show was between two guys. One was checking the set times on his phone. His friend asked who was currently playing. “Cannibal Corpse,” said the man with the phone. His friend replied, “Yeah! Let’s fucking get brutal!”

I made it back to the room after wandering the casino a bit and being a bit overwhelmed by all the visual and aural stimulation, not to mention all the smoke of various kinds I’ve been around all day. We had an easy morning planned for the last day, and then a night of wild rock, Cambodian funk, soul funk, and metal lined up for Sunday.

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