Category: Reviews

Rewind Review: Zeke – Hellbender (2018)

I don’t know why Seattle punk legends Zeke took fourteen years off between albums, but their last album, Hellbender, shows that they didn’t slow down during that time. If anything, they came back faster (the longest song on the album lasts one minute and fifty-one seconds), louder, and rowdier than when they took a break.

The opener, “All the Way,” has drums that pop like the SKS rifle on the album’s cover, snapping you awake no matter where you are. “Two Lane Blacktop” covers one of Zeke’s favorite topics – racing – and will make you stomp your gas pedal to the floor, even if you’re sitting at a desk, with it’s sizzling guitar solo and pursuit driving beats. “On the Road” (the aforementioned “long” song) covers similar ground and could be the score to a 1970’s car chase scene in which competing muscle cars plow through an empty brewery.

“Working Man” is so frantic that you imagine the title subject is hopped up on Red Bull and Mini-Thins as he speeds down a country road in his pickup so as not to be late, again, to his job at the mobile home factory. The title track is, somehow, even faster. Zeke excel at blistering pace tracks, and this album is full of them. “Hellbender” and “County Jail” each last under a minute.

The vocals on “Burn” sound like they’re yelled out of a sore throat, and I mean that in the best possible way. The drums on “Goin’ Down” hit so hard that you imagine at least five snare drum heads were broken during the record session. “White Wolf” is, I think, about some ghost wolf or the spirit of rock and roll or some cool art Zeke saw on the side of a customized Chevy van. It shreds, that’s for sure.

Speaking of unknown song meanings, I don’t know if “AR-15” is a salute to the firearm or a punk raging against gun violence. I’m fairly certain, however, that “Cougar Rock,” is about shagging older women. The guitar and drums breakdown on it is outstanding. “Devil’s Night” will get your body moving with its heart attack beats.

The last three songs on the album are more tracks about driving fast cars and blaring your horn so everyone else gets the hell out of the way. “Ride On” is a song perfect for that fire-shooting guitar guy from the last Mad Max movie. “Red Line” moves into the red on your speedometer within seconds of its opening and doesn’t let up for a full minute. “Big Rig” is suitable for smashing everything in sight harder than Kool-Aid Man breaking through a brick wall.

Zeke albums are so fast and wild that reviewing them is difficult. They’re more experiences than albums. You’re not the same once you hear one, and Hellbender will shake you up and leave you in the dust.

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Rewind Review: Calibro 35 – Sogni Di Gloria (2014)

Milano, Italy’s Calibro 35 make music for films that are either independent affairs or that never existed, but should. Their score to Sogni Di Gloria, however, is from an actual comedic film directed by John Snellinberg about two men named Giulio – one of Italian descent and the other of Chinese descent – living in Italy and trying to get by.

The score gets off to a fun start on “Maionese (Titoli de Testa)” with plenty of surf guitar to go around for everyone. “Tema dello Sbattezzato” brings in delightful organ to match the cool guitar licks. “Come un valzer” could fit right into a 1970’s Euro-crime film, and “Notturno” is the late night jazz of your dreams.

The organ chords on “Tema di Alice” bring to mind summer walks along a sunlit country road. “Tema dello Sbattezzato (Bolero)” is a nice reprise. The guitars on “Tema malinconico” take on a bit of a psychedelic touch with their surf tones. “La partita” is a fun race with groovy bass and super-spy synths. You might want to check your pulse if it doesn’t move you. The whistling on “Un rigors sbagliato” will remind you of many spaghetti western scores – something Calibro 35 do well.

The bass groove on “Lento dello Sbattezzato” is slick in its subtlety. “Come un tango” is fun, sexy, and mysterious all at the same time. More funky bass is prominent throughout “Sala da carte,” and I love that groovy 1960’s organ, too.

The score ends with reprises of “Tema dello Sbattezzato” and “Tema malinconico” before we’re treated to the lovely “Il tempo che non ho vissuto” – the only song with vocals on the record. They are, of course, in Italian, and, of course, beautiful.

I need to track down this film, and any that Calbro 35 have scored. If the films are half as good as the scores, they’ll be winners.

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Review: Kelly Lee Owens – Inner Song

It takes guts to open your new album with a Radiohead cover, but that’s exactly what Kelly Lee Owens does on her (no shocker, if you’d heard her amazing self-titled debut – which was my top album of 2017) excellent new record, Innner Song. Owens has stated in press releases that Inner Song follows “the hardest three years of my life,” and one could view the record (and her) as a phoenix rising from ashes.

That aforementioned Radiohead cover is “Arpeggi” (from 2007’s In Rainbows) and she starts it with subtle, humming bass that’s almost subliminal. Owens sings about letting go of things in the past that cannot be fixed on “On” – which has her voice moving and sounding like birds released from a cage. It builds into a thumping, bumping floor-filler. Owens excels at tracks like this that take you on a journey from peaceful meditations to booty-shaking workouts.

“Melt!” – a song about global warming that samples collapsing glaciers and people ice skating – deserves to be on every DJ’s hot list of dance tracks this year. “Free yourself with the truth that’s already in you,” Owens sings on the haunting “Re-Wild.” It’s advice all of us can use, and Owens’ use of echoing synths helps it sink in like acupuncture needle. “Jeanette” is all bouncy synths and beats that make you want to dance and then hug everyone and then dance some more.

“L.I.N.E.” (“Love Is Not Enough”) has Owens realizing that “love is not enough to stay…love is not enough alone” as she walks away from a dead-end relationship with someone offended by truth. “Corner of My Sky” features none other than John Cale on vocals singing and speaking poetry over Owens’ lush synths. “Night” blends house, ambient, and chill wave, and “Flow” is perfectly named as it bumps, grooves, sways, and, yes, flows along like a happy balloon bouncing down the street on a summer wind. The album ends with sort of a reverse lullaby on “Wake-Up.” The soft song is great for relaxation, but Owens tells us (and herself) to open our eyes and move forward (the only direction we can move in this life, really).

That fact that Owens could create an album as lovely as Inner Song after “the hardest three years of my life” is a testament to her fortitude. I’m glad she made it through the trials and came out, like a phoenix, stronger.

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Review: Spun Out – Touch the Sound

If I had to pick one word to describe Spun Out‘s debut album, Touch the Sound, it might be “lush.”

Formed by former members of Chicago indie rockers NE-HI, Spun Out (the main trio being Alex Otake, James Weir, and Mikey Wells) are more of a musical community than a band. Spun Out is all about collaboration with friends and colleagues, or, as they describe it, “…a revolving door for our friends to come in and work with us.”

It produces great results. Opener “Another House” builds to a great mix of shoegaze and psych. “Such Are the Lonely” has power pop bounce but doesn’t lose its shoegaze roots, and that brief saxophone solo by Kevin Jacobi is a cool way to end it and leave you wanting more. Thankfully, Sean Page‘s keyboard work on “Dark Room,” backed with a wicked beat that Chicago hip hop DJ’s are probably sampling even now, more than satisfies.

The acoustic guitar chords of “Running It Backwards” bring early tracks by The Fall and The Church to mind. “Antioch” walks along the edge of synthwave at the beginning and then takes the plunge into a pool of lovely dream pop that instantly mellows you. “Off the Vine” brings in funky bass and keyboards to produce dance-psych (Did Spun Out just create a new genre?). “Don’t Act Down” implores us to rise above chaos and drama and not succumb to such distractions from the journey inward amid its groovy beats.

Speaking of groovy beats (full drum kit and plenty of hand percussion, I think I even heard a triangle in there), the opening ones on “Pretender” will get your toes tapping. “Cruel and Unusual” is as lovely as a warm breeze drifting across a Chicago balcony in late summer when either baseball team in town is doing well in their division’s standing. The closer, “Plastic Comet,” starts out with a tribute to Bob Dylan and “Knocking on Heaven’s Door” with its lyrics and then it melts into lava lamp psychedelia.

It’s a lush record that is suitable for lounging on the couch, the balcony, the beach, or the park…or the dance floor. A surprising number of songs on Touch the Sound will get you moving. It’s a good debut and a successful experiment that bodes well for future records.

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Review: Gordon Koang – Unity

Gordon Koang might be the biggest musical legend you’ve never heard. Born in South Sudan, Koang and his cousin, Paul Biel, began playing gospel music and historical tales and were soon selling self-produced indie CDs and tapes. Koang’s reputation grew and grew until he was in high demand everywhere in his homeland and became known as “The Michael Jackson of South Sudan.” While touring in Australia in 2013, violence erupted in South Sudan and both men applied for asylum in Australia – leaving families behind in hope of bringing them to Australia soon. Koang and Biel weren’t granted Australian citizenship for another six years after they hit it big with a couple sharp singles and their shows became rallying points for refugee charity efforts.

Koang’s newest album (his eleventh, mind you), Unity, is an uplifting tribute to both of Koang and Biel’s home countries and to hope, love, and faith.

Koang opens the album with “Aslyum Seeker” – a straight-up story of him finally receiving his Australian citizenship (“My dear asylum seeker, we know you’re waiting for your permanent protection visa. We know you’ve been waiting a long time.). He seems to be reciting one of many letters he received over the course of six years while dancehall beats thump behind him and he sings without holding a grudge.

“Stand Up (Clap Your Hands)” was the song that got the attention of Australian music aficionados everywhere and helped them realized Gordon’s music could be a new national treasure. It’s wonderfully catchy (and his first song with English lyrics) and will make you do exactly what the title suggests. The thumping beats of “Kone Ke Ran” provided by Biel and Gordon’s traditional thom (sort of a Sudanese lute) mix to provide a hypnotizing rhythm that’s impossible to ignore.

“South Sudan” is, of course, a song about his much-missed homeland and the wife and children (one of whom he has yet to meet) who await the day they can travel Down Under and meet up with him. The mix of handclap beats, hand percussion, and Koang’s intricate chords is delightful. The bright organ chords on “Mal Mi Goa” are a beautiful addition to Koang’s thom strumming.

The bouncy organ of “Tiel E Nywal Ke Ran (We Don’t Have a Problem with Anyone)” produces instant hip-shaking and grooving. It, like the entire album, is full of bright energy that cannot be ignored. Gordon’s thom is right out in front on the closer, “Te Ke Me Thile Ji Kuoth Nhial.” His Nuer language vocals skip along with his strumming and Biel’s hand drum beats.

I read a quote from Gordon about people listening to his music who might not understand Nuer. He said, more or less, “Don’t worry, God will translate it for you.” The themes of hope, love, longing, and unity are universal, and this record is a beautiful message from Gordon, Biel, and the Creator.

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Review: Brown Acid: The 10th Trip

It’s stunning to realize that Riding Easy Records has released ten Brown Acid compilations of long forgotten and buried stoner rock / acid rock / metal cuts in just five years. How do they find this stuff? The stories of how they tracked down these obscure bands, some of whom never released even a full LP, must be fascinating.

“The Tenth Trip” is one of the best compilations to date. It starts with the squelchy, groovy “Tensions” by Flint, Michigan’s Sounds Synonymous from 1969. The fuzz on it is cranked to the max and the organ stabs push the track into psychedelic territory. Yreka, California’s Ralph Williams and the Wright Brothers‘ 1972 track, “Never Again,” lays down a Black Sabbath-like groove mixed with swampy blues, and the backing vocals / grunts mixed with the wicked bass line alone should’ve made this a big radio hit.

“Relax your mind,” suggests Louisville, Kentucky’s Conception on their 1969 cut “Babylon.” The snotty vocals remind me a bit of MC5 and Thin Lizzy in their delivery, and man, that guitar breakdown is breath-taking. Atlanta, Georgia’s Bitter Creek proclaim, “I think I hear the sound of thunder.” on the 1970 heavy stoner metal cut “Plastic Thunder.” The drums certainly sound like a thunderstorm and it has enough guitar pedal effects for an entire record.

New Orleans’ Rubber Memory put down a serious psychedelic show with “All Together” from 1970. Dallas’ First State Bank might be the most cleverly named band on the whole compilation (as you would see their name in practically every town in the country), and their 1970 track “Mr. Sun” has a sweet groove that drifts along for a little over three minutes as the singer asks the sun (who appears to be the only thing around to give him the time of day) how to win back his girl.

The double entendre of Brothers and One‘s “Hard On Me” (New Waterford, Nova Scotia, 1974) is another criminally unheard rocker with a floor-stomping beat that should’ve made it a cult classic if nothing else. Naming your Tucson, Arizona band Frozen Band is a nice touch, and their 1969 track “Electric Soul” has serious Jimi Hendrix vibes in both the guitar chords (with a bit of Santana, too) and the vocal styling. Birmingham, Alabama’s Brood encourage you not to throw out your old weed on “The Roach” from 1969. I love how unapologetic they are about it. The anthology ends with Iowa City’s / West Minister, Colorado’s Tabernash and their 1969 track “Head Collect.” It’s a nice, trippy end cap to the record as they sing about death, the afterlife, and cosmic things seen while lounging under the stars.

This is definitely a trip worth taking and it makes you wonder how many more forgotten bands and singles are out there if Riding Easy Records has already found ten anthologies’ worth in just five years.

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Review: Yila – Functional Collaborations & Combinations Vol. 1

British producer / sound engineer / beat maker Alastair McNeill, also known as Yila, recently decided to stick it to The Man by going back to house music / rave music culture doing what it does best – energize people.

He linked up with French DJ (and sometimes Kasabian drummer) GIOM and drum and bass maestro Christian Croupa, also known as Alleged Witches, for Functional Collaborations and Combinations Vol. 1 – a double-sided single that accomplishes its mission. It will make you move.

“Scam Pan,” the team-up with GIOM, had such a wicked synth-bass beat that sneaks up on you and takes your groove to a different level. The Alleged Witches collaboration, “Murmurs,” has a great horror movie-like synth line running throughout it and that is highly suitable for futuristic disco dance floors.

It’s a sweet addition to any DJ’s set list or any playlist you have for house music.

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Review: Skullcrusher – self-titled EP

I love that Helen Ballentine uses the name Skullcrusher for her musical moniker. You expect doom or death metal when you see “Skullcrusher” on a record, but Ballentine throws you a curve ball of a record to remind you that sometimes a skull can feel crushed from angst, stress, depression, or the overpowering natures of love and lust.

“Places / Plans” is a tale of wanting to just chill with a lover who always wants to go to the after-party. It’s a soft opening with subtle acoustic guitar, Ballentine’s crisp yet vulnerable voice, and even softer synths. “Trace” is a sad tale of love that’s not fully reciprocated as Ballentine sings about worrying about her looks, “sleeping in to get away” and how her lover had made plans to skip town but didn’t only because she found out about it. She tries hard, forcing her lover to hold her hand and feel the connection they used to have, but she (and we) seem to know it’s not going to work. What makes the song even lovelier is the bright piano chords and the way Ballentine’s voice floats along like a happy songbird – even as she’s singing lyrics like, “If I stay here, what is that worth?”

“Two Weeks in December” is so simple and honest that it has to be a true story of Ballentine meeting someone in winter, both of them fooling each other, her getting sick and then flying back to Los Angeles, but not to the person she fooled. “Day of Show” is a tale of Ballentine’s former lover moving on, and even singing about her during a performance, while Ballentine is “…still searching for an hour in my closet trying to figure out what to wear for a day I’ll spend alone in my room.” Damn. She’s keeping it 100, as the kids say.

It’s a heartfelt and honest debut EP, and one that deservedly will garner a lot of attention.

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Review: Jess Cornelius – Distance

The first thing that strikes you about Jess Cornelius, of course, is her haunting voice. It’s right up there with the vocal chops of Erika Wennerstrom and the honesty of Patsy Cline.

Her new album, Distance, starts out with the powerful “Kitchen Floor” – a song about getting up and moving on after a one night stand (which, I suspect, is both a literal tale and a metaphor for moving forward when things are tough, even if that walk from the bedroom and out the front door feels like a marathon) and then finding a lover who isn’t so easy to leave. The groove on it is empowering. “No Difference” is a song summed up by the Zen proverb “Let go or be dragged.” Cornelius sings, “If it’s gone, it’s gone. You gotta keep on doing without it, and one day it’ll feel like none of this was real.” Tony Buchen‘s keyboard work on the track is excellent.

Cornelius gets real and raw on the electro-poppy “Body Memory” – a song about the loss of a child and how the loss left her unsure of everything. The country-tinged “Easy for No One” has Cornelius realizing that living in the past is a treacherous game (“I keep wasting my time on other things, like thinking of the past and all the other lives I could’ve lived instead.”). She gets real about lust and hot sex on “Here Goes Nothing” (and Buchen lays down a cool bass groove) with lyrics like “…nothing kills lust like real life.” and “…you know that we won’t want each other if we could actually be lovers.”

The subtle “Born Again” pulls the veil back on Cornelius’ feelings of isolation as a younger woman (“Have you ever wanted to be loved so bad, and not by a person who could love you back, and not by a person at all, but by the world?”). The addition of Mary Lattimore‘s harp is a beautiful touch. “Palm Tress” drifts from an alt-country sound to shimmering Southern California shoegaze thanks to Michael Rosen‘s keys and Cornelius’ guitar work.

“Banging My Head” would’ve been a massive hit were it released in the mid-90’s era of Liz Phair, as it’s full of self-anger (about returning back to old behaviors and bad relationships) and big, bold chords and softer verses, not unlike a Pixies track. “Street Haunting” has a neat, rolling groove that weaves throughout it without beating you over the head. The closer “Love and Low Self-Esteem” has Cornelius finding the strength to talk about being jilted, but also knowing that she still has some longing for her ex (“I just don’t care at all, that’s what I’m gonna say to you when it is true, when I no longer need a single thing from you.”).

The title of Distance covers a lot of ground. It’s easy in this time of COVID-19 to apply it to all of us distancing from each other, and even members of our own families. It can refer to the distance Cornelius feels in her heart toward ex-lovers, her current beau, and herself at different stages of her life. It can refer to the physical distance between her English homeland and California, to the passage of time, the healing of wounds, and probably a dozen other things. The album is a look into Cornelius’ heart, but at arm’s length. She’s not going to let just anybody in there, but she is willing to share her stories and encourage us to look into our own hearts. Bridging that gap in ourselves will eventually let us bridge the gaps we’ve built between others.

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Rewind Review: Rolling Stones – Blue and Lonesome (2016)

There’s a quote from Mick Jagger in the liner notes of the Rolling Stones‘ 2016 album Blue & Lonesome that sums up how good the record sounds pretty well: “We could have done this album in 1963 or ’64, but of course it would not have sounded like this…It’s the interesting thing about a record that is made really quickly, it reflects a moment in time – a time and a place.”

Yes, the Stones could’ve recorded this album decades ago when they were young and raw, and it would’ve sounded great, but Blue & Lonesome is an album that shows the Stones as masters of their craft. They have evolved and matured to the point where they can walk into a studio and record a stunning blues album in just three days. Also, as mentioned in the liner notes, legendary producer (and musician in his own right) Don Was says Blue and Lonesome wasn’t planned. It came about while the Stones weren’t in the groove while recording another song and Keith Richards suggested playing the title track to “cleanse the palate.” After they had played and recorded it (in one take), Don Was (according to the notes) “…said, ‘Let’s do another one.’ It was clear that we had embarked upon the much-talked-about, but never realized, blues album.”

The album turned into twelve great blues classics played by one of the greatest rock bands of all time. The album opens with Little Walter‘s “Just Your Fool,” with Mick blowing out dirty harmonica riffs that nearly run away from Richards’ and Ron Wood‘s guitar licks. Their take on Howlin’ Wolf‘s “Commit a Crime” is downright filthy and sounds like it was recorded in a juke joint in the middle of Mississippi on a humid summer evening. Charlie Watts beats the cymbals on his kit half to death throughout the whole track.

Hearing the title track and remembering it’s the only take they did of it makes it all the more impressive. Richards’ guitar on “All of Your Love” sounds effortless (which it probably is, for him), and Chuck Leavell‘s piano solo on it is sharp. Jagger’s harmonica is back in business on Little Walter’s “I Gotta Go,” and Watts’ groove on it is outstanding.

As if the album wasn’t power-packed enough, some guy named Eric Clapton plays the slide guitar on Little Johnny Taylor‘s “Everybody Knows about My Good Thing.” I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention Darryl Jones, who plays bass on the entire album. He puts down a lot of lockstep grooves, and the one he drops on Eddie Taylor‘s “Ride ’em on Down” is solid as a rock. Their cover of Little Walter’s “Hate to See You Go” is a definite toe-tapper, and I like how they bring Watts’ snare drum to the front.

Lightnin’ Slim‘s “Hoo Doo Blues” is as rough and raw as you’d hope it would be, and Jimmy Reed‘s “Little Rain” is the slowest, and still one of the most powerful, songs on the record. They get back into a fun swing on their cover of Howlin’ Wolf’s “Just Like I Treat You.” You can tell they had a blast on this one (and the whole album, really). That Clapton guy comes back with a so-good-it’s-not-fair guitar solo to help finish out the album with a cover of Otis Rush‘s massive hit “I Can’t Quit You Baby.” Jagger saves some of his best vocal chops for the final cut, too. You can’t help but imagine him strutting his stuff in the studio as he put down the vocal track.

It’s a stunner of a record and one that was long overdue from the Stones. You owe it to yourself to hear it if you’re a fan of the blues or the Stones.

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