Category: Reviews

Rewind Review: The UFO Club – self-titled (2012)

Released just a year after their split EP with Night Beats, The UFO Club (Christian Bland, Danny Lee Blackwell, and Skyler McGlothlin) took the four tracks they had on the EP and added seven more to create a spooky, trippy, solid album.

It starts with “July” – a song I once presented to a woman who described herself as “an original hippie.” She loved it. It’s hard not to love with its opening acoustic guitar chords, Blackwell’s heavily reverbed vocals, McGlothlin’s stumbling drunk beats, and Bland’s warped electric guitar. Their cover of The Ronettes‘ “Be My Baby” follows with its guitars that sound like a swarm of stoned bees. Blackwell is a known Bo Diddley fan (Night Beats often covers Diddley’s “Keep Your Big Mouth Shut” live), so their song “Bo Diddley Was the 7th Son” is a roaring, sweaty tribute to him. It almost sounds like they told McGloghlin to just go nuts on the drums, and he did.

“Wolfman” is another track from the EP that’s wild, crazy fun with Blackwell taking on the role of a werewolf and Bland and McGloghlin howling behind him. “Doubts” slows things down before we totally lose our minds. The sad organ and sorrowful drumming highlight Blackwell’s pleading vocals for love. “John the Cat” has such a swagger to it that it might topple your speakers and puts Bland’s love of early Pink Floyd on full display.

“Fuck shit up!” the band yells at the beginning of “Surf Shitty,” a dangerous track best suited for 1960’s juvenile delinquency film soundtracks. “Chapel” follows it. It’s a stand-out track on the EP as well as here. It’s fuzzed-out psychedelic bliss about inward meditation. “Up in Her Room” is over seven minutes of psychedelic garage rock with Blackwell singing about gettin’ his freak on in his girlfriend’s apartment. “Natalie” might be that girl up in the room. She’s a weird one if that’s the case because the song is a wild, organ-heavy freak-out that sounds like someone slipped something funky into the band’s tea at the recording studio. The closer, “Last Time,” is a short, warped version of the Rolling Stones‘ classic track.

It’s a cool, weird record, and a must-have gem for fans of The Black Angels and Night Beats.

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Rewind Review: Cosmonauts – Lazerbeam (2012)

The EP Lazerbeam from Los Angeles, California shoegaze rockers Cosmonauts is a great introduction to their forceful and hypnotizing sound if you haven’t heard it before now.

The title track opens the EP, sounding a bit like a Hanni El Khatib track at first with its echoing vocals and early 1960’s garage rock beats, but then that fuzz comes in and takes you to another dimension. The song’s about realizing a relationship is coming to an end and not being able to do much about it (“Please don’t leave me, man. You’re the only one I can stand. Begging you not to leave me, babe. You’re the only thing that is sane…”).

“Cut Your Hair” gets off to a heavy start with guitars set to maximum growl and the dual vocals about embracing “the dark side of pain” set to heavy reverb. “Crocodile Teeth” keeps the fuzzed-out shoegaze sound going as the dual vocals of Alexander Ahmadi and Derek Cowart bounce off each other so much (and so well) that you’re not sure where one ends and the other begins. Oh yeah, their dual guitar work does the same thing, producing a mind-altering effect that’s hard to describe.

You might think a song called “Slower” would be a mellow way to end an EP, but Cosmonauts flip the script a bit and end the album with a rocker instead. The drums are like a chugging freight train while Ahmadi and Cowart’s vocals boom off the back walls of your house and the guitar riffs hit you in brisk waves.

Lazerbeam is short, but loud and bold. It takes you by surprise and immediately makes you wonder what else these cats can do. Check out any of their full albums for more great shoegaze.

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Review: Blue Canopy – Mild Anxiety

Mild Anxiety, the new EP from Blue Canopy starts off sounding like a warped record of a 16-bit video game and then beautifully transforms into a psych-synth treat that seemed tailor-made to ease the anxiety mentioned in the title.

That first track is “Keys to the Garden,” which floats along with funky guitars, smooth drumming, and synths that sound like sunlight bouncing off a garden pond. It’s a song about opening yourself to new possibilities, maybe even enlightenment (“I can’t believe you’ve never been to the garden. You’ve got the keys so come on through.”)

“656” was the first single off the EP, and it reminds me of New Pornographers tracks in its instrumentation and back-and-forth male-female vocals about coming to the realization that a relationship is at an end (“There’s nothing left for you in this. Your wings are barely fluttering. Now that you are over it, what’s the point of bickering? I know it’s not enough.”).

“St. Albans” has lead singer / keyboardist Alex Schiff lamenting a relationship, possibly the one that just ended or one that he knew was a lost cause from the start, along a jaunty Randy Newman-like beat while he sings, “I was overwhelmed by you. Had we gone for a walk, you’d bum a cigarette. We would never survive, in my self-defense.” “Always” is drenched in psychedelic guitars that embolden Schiff to face the end (“I know what this is, and I know what to do. I will not run.”). The end of a relationship? Life? The EP? I don’t know. It’s probably all of that and more.

This is a lovely EP that tackles some heavy stuff without bludgeoning you over the head with symbolism and angst. Take a few moments to lounge with it.

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Rewind Review: The UFO Club & Night Beats – Split (2011)

This eight-song EP is split between bands hailing from Austin, Texas and Seattle, Washington. Side A is four tracks by Austin’s The UFO Club (who would go on to release a full album a year later – review coming soon). Side B is one of the first official recordings of Seattle’s Night Beats – even before their first full album was released by Austin’s Reverberation Appreciation Society label.

The UFO Club melds Austin and Seattle together by combining the powers of The Black Angels‘ Christian Bland and Danny Lee Blackwell of Night Beats (both sharing duties on guitar, vocals, farfisa, drums, bass) and producer / bassist / organist Skyler McGlothlin to create a heady brew of Pink Floyd, 13th Floor Elevators, Phil Spector, and Howlin‘ Wolf.

“(My Love Is) Waiting” is a pleading love song with Blackwell’s distinctive voice calling out in soulful wails while crystalline guitars surround him. “Chapel (in My Mind)” is an instant stand-out with creeping fuzz bass, spooky drums, and haunted house guitars as Bland sings about engaging in self-introspection and not caring what others think of the idea. You’ll want “Wolfman” on every Halloween-themed playlist you create from now on, as it’s a fun, rocking track with Blackwell trying to keep his lover calm as he transforms into a monster and Bland and McGlothlin howl and bay in the background. Side A ends with their power drill-fuzzy cover of The Ronettes‘ “Be My Baby.”

Side B is all Night Beats, consisting of the original lineup (Blackwell on vocals and guitar, Tarek Wegner on bass, James Traeger on drums). It opens with one of my favorite Night Beats tracks, “Hex,” a trippy psychedelic cut that has Blackwell’s opening guitar riffs hitting you like black helicopters coming over the horizon. “A Night with Nefertiti” brings Wegner’s bass to the forefront and makes the vocals a bit sleepy (in a good way). The Egyptian theme continues on the funky “Drowning in the Nile” (which includes some wild harmonica work by Blackwell). The closer is “18 Glowing Phantoms.” Blackwell’s acoustic guitar takes on a tribal sound as he sings about being taken to an otherworldly dark forest to learn he has no soul. Creepy? Yes. Good? Absolutely (especially at the break-down).

This split 10″ EP was a good warm-up for both The UFO Club’s self-titled album a year later and Night Beats’ first full record. It’s a fine addition to any collection of net-psychedelic music.

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Review: Flat Worms – Antarctica

Recorded in just six days, Flat Worms‘ fourth album, Antarctica, is a loud, wild, angry, and yet hopeful record about where we’re going as a species. Are we heading for a barren wasteland of a future, a world of people who don’t want to come back out after COVID-19 is gone, or a world where people still have hope and work toward building a better tomorrow?

Those are the questions Flat Worms (Tim Hellman – bass, Will Ivy – guitar and vocals, and Justin Sullivan – drums) ask themselves and us, beginning with “The Aughts.” Remember them? The years 2000 – 2009 seem like more than a decade ago, don’t they? We’ve already forgotten the lessons learned during those years, which might explain why Ivy’s guitar sounds like its growling for the entire song and Sullivan sounds like he’s beating his snare drum to death at some points. “The aughts, the teens, the tens, only a means to an end,” Ivy sings.

Hellman’s bass is like facing a blitz of punches from a boxer on “Plaster Casts.” Up next is the dangerous “Market Forces,” which is currently my top single of 2020. It absolutely flattens anything that comes into contact with it. The lyrics skewer self-isolation via our phones and addicting entertainment long before a different kind of self-isolation became necessary. “I’m like a piece of the puzzle that’s lost in the living room. I’m looking for a catapult to escape the situation, but every time I thought I got out, I’m just stepping in quicksand again,” Ivy sings. Good grief, haven’t we all been there?

The title track starts with what almost sounds like hip hop beats from Sullivan, but then Hellman’s prowling panther bass enters the room and Ivy’s guitar flits around like a vampire bat. “Via” builds with a solid chug and then warps into post-punk madness. Ivy’s guitar on “The Mine” plunges into psychedelia while Hellman’s bass is the jagged rocks below and Sullivan’s drums move back and forth between garage rock and near-metal rolls.

“Ripper One” does indeed rip, reminding me of a high-powered engine that’s pushed to its limits. “There’s nothing to lose, nothing to offer,” they sing amid heavy cymbal crashes and power chords. A lot of us are stuck in that mode of being nowadays and we’re unsure of how to break the cycle. We know that moving into a “Condo Colony” (which sounds like an early Public Image Ltd. cut) won’t bring us much relief, if any. A gated community not only keeps people out, it tries to convince you that you shouldn’t leave. Ivy implores us with warnings like, “And as the towers grow, see the traffic swell. A phantom opera glove is behind the controls. It’s a condo colony! A condo colony! Step out.” and “If I could somehow escape outside of the wall, then I look over my shoulder and everywhere I go it just follows me.” Hot damn. He’s not playing.

“Signals” could refer back to those traffic jams controlled by unseen phantoms. It’s a short instrumental before “Wet Concrete,” which has bass that’s as thick as its namesake. The album ends with “Terms of Visitation,” which sounds like something you might run into on the Home Owners Association agreement you signed to moved into that condo colony. It’s a wild, chaotic tune about the delicate dances we do in romantic relationships. “These are the terms of visitation, fit for prisoners, fit for lovers just the same. It’s just the same.”

This is one of the best albums of 2020 so far. Flat Worms are bringing their A-game right now, and in this time of no professional sports we need serious players for serious times.

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Review: Sofia Kourtesis – Sarita Colonia

Hailing from Peru but based in Berlin, producer / DJ Sofia Kourtesis released a four-track EP, Sarita Colonia, earlier this year that slipped under my radar until I read about it in an article about the best electronic music we might’ve missed so far in 2020. I’m glad I found that article (which I can now no longer locate), because Sarita Colonia is a gem I would’ve otherwise overlooked.

The opening title track gets off to a great bouncy house start. The synths grow in volume and brightness as a steady dance beat keeps us grounded. “Moninga,” with its reversed samples and loops, is even happier than its predecessor. It even includes a sample from the cult film The Warriors (“Everybody says Cyrus is the one and only.”), which delighted me.

“Hollywood” is a groovy house track with thumping bass, Marilyn Monroe samples, synthesized hand percussion, and beats that shake more than a rabbit’s nose. It turns into a floor-filler around the two-minute mark when the synths back off and the bass takes the forefront. The closer, “Akariku,” has snappy synth-beats that almost sound like they’re cut off before they become full chops as heartbeat-bass thuds alongside them. The synths bubble until they’re at a rolling boil and you’re incapable of standing still by this point in the song (not even a full two minutes). The song is about love and lust, sampling The Temptations‘ “I Heard it Through the Grapevine” and Jakatta‘s “Ride the Storm.”

This is a slick EP. A full-length from Ms. Kourtesis would be a great addition to 2020’s electronic music catalog, but this well-crafted record is a great appetizer for more things to come.

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Review: L’appel Du Vide – Demo 2020

I’ve mentioned this before, but one of my favorite things about writing this blog and being a part-time radio DJ is getting correspondence from bands I’ve never heard, especially ones from outside the U.S.

One such band is L’appel Du Vide (The Call of the Void) from Chemnitz, Germany. Their new EP, Demo 2020, is a solid post-punk guitar assault mixed with krautrock precision drumming. The band is also a supergroup of sorts, consisting of members of Black Lagoon, Die Tunnel, Mvrmansk, and Out on a Limb.

The four-song EP is good from start to finish. Opener “Falle” (“Cases”) is post-punk to the core with its jagged guitar lines, sharp drumming, and wicked bass. “Schweineherz” (“Pig heart”) takes on a distinctly gothic tone and is downright relentless as it comes at you non-stop for about two and a half minutes.

“Einer von hier” (“One from here”) has probably my favorite bass line on the EP. It’s like a freight train roaring alongside you. The guitars are like police sirens blasting by as you’re walking along a rainy German city street. The closer, “Verschlungen” (“Devoured”), growls along with more precision drumming, popping bass, and wall-shattering guitars that pound like engine pistons.

A full-length album from this quartet would be one of the loudest, heaviest records of the year if Demo 2020 is any indication. These four tracks pack more power than many LP’s in the same genre. I’m keen to hear more.

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Review: The Chats – High Risk Behaviour

No, your eyes aren’t deceiving you, that really is the cover of The Chats‘ full-length debut album, High Risk Behaviour. I love that it looks like a gig flyer you’d see stapled on a phone pole somewhere in Sydney, Australia. Don’t let the simplicity of the cover fool you. These three young Aussie punks have crafted a fun record that blasts out of your speakers and has more attitude than several hardcore bands combined.

Lead track, “Stinker,” starts so fast you almost think part of the track is missing. The Stooges-like chords are immediately apparent as lead singer and bassist Eamon Sandwith sings about waking up after a wild party weekend to discover his place is trashed…again. I’m not sure if his bass riffs or drummer Matt Boggis‘ high-hat work is fiercer on “Drunk and Disorderly.” Guitarist Josh “Pricey” Price takes over lead vocals on “The Clap,” which is, as the band’s press materials state, “the closest you’ll ever hear The Chats get to write a love song.”

“Identity Theft” is a tale of woe as Sandwith sings about his identity being stolen while buying drugs on the internet. What’s he supposed to do? Report it to the police? “Guns” is an absolute middle finger in the eye toward U.S. gun culture. “Little Johnny had V.D., but went on a shooting spree. Learned it from the TV, USA let him free. Kids need guns!” Price’s solo on it is particularly sharp.

“Dine and Dash” is about loading up on food and splitting before you pay. “Keep the Grubs Out” is a spoken-word piece (backed by chugging, fuzzy guitars) about a security guard, a manager, and a business owner telling the band (and I’m sure these are direct quotes) they’re not proper social class and / or look appropriate and thus are not welcome in the venue / restaurant / business. The songs ends with the line, “Feel free to come back when you get a haircut.”

“Pub Feed” is a salute to bar food, not to mention one of the hottest tracks on the record. “Ross River” is a song about picking up a nasty infection from people Sandwith has met at shows and pubs. Good grief, that sounds pretty prophetic nowadays, doesn’t it? “Heatstroke” does indeed sizzle. “I discriminate ’em all the same,” Sandwith sings on “Billy Backwash’s Day” – a track about a guy looking for a fight anywhere he can find it.

“4573” is a great call-and-response punk track. The last two tracks on the album are a nice pairing – “Do What I Want” and “Better Than You.” The first is a song about defiant independence. The other has the band claiming they’re better than those who would sneer down at them because at least they’re honest and not trapped by the constant need to impress anyone else.

It’s a record that will make you laugh, cheer, mosh, and hungry. That’s a winner in my book.

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Rewind Review: Earthless – Live in Guadalest (2013)

Back in 2009, psych / kraut-rock trio Earthless (Mike Eginton – bass, Isaiah Mitchell – guitar, and Mario Rubalcaba – drums) played a music festival in Guadalest, Spain. Thankfully for all of us, Live in Guadalest was recorded and released in 2013 as a special item at the band’s merch table during an Australian tour and also made available as a digital download for those of us who missed out on the few physical copies produced.

The set is “only” two songs, but the shortest one is twenty-two minutes and fourteen seconds long. That’s the second track, “Godspeed.” The first, “From the Ages,” is over half an hour and tears out of the gate like an Arabian race horse with black coffee in its veins. It turns into a meditative jam around the eleven-minute mark. The song is cruising along a dark highway by minute-fifteen, and your mind is blown eight minutes later when they break the song down yet again.

“Godspeed” melts whatever traces of your brain are left from the previous track. It starts mellow enough, but soon Rubalcaba is hammering away at his kit with renewed vigor and Eginton and Mitchell put the pedal to the metal. Eginton’s bass is particularly funky on this version of “Godspeed,” and Mitchell seems to be playing two guitars at once. The breakdown at the seventeen-minute mark is outstanding and the fade out leaves you breathless.

This is a good place to start if you’ve never seen Earthless live. It will make you want to catch them as soon as possible, as you should. You won’t regret it.

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Review: Matt Karmil – STS371

UK producer / DJ Matt Karmil‘s new album, STS371, has an enigmatic title and equally intriguing song titles and cover (Are those worms? Fish? Amoebas?). The music is just as fascinating because it’s some of the best electro-house released so far this year.

The opener, “Smoke,” starts with chopped vocal samples and scratchy record sounds before dance floor beats and bass subtly drop into the track. “Hard” beings with dreamy synths that pulse like a heartbeat and then that sweet bass drops in to get you and, I would venture to guess, your lover moving.

You might think that a song called “Snail Shower” would be a slow, mellow cut, but it’s the opposite. It’s a bright, refreshing track with looped synths. “PB” was the first single released from the album. It’s a bold track with synths that hint at anger but drums and bass that hint at being a cool cat…until that wicked high hat comes in and gets you in the mood to move.

As someone who is studying the French language, I love the title of “Still Not French” – a peppy house tune that I can envision hearing while on the train in Paris. “Congo” is as steamy and mysterious as its namesake, with beats that are so layered they almost seem to trip over each other. “SR WB” could be the theme to a lost sci-fi show from the 1980’s.

“Breezy” continues the dance beats (and, wow, that electro-high-hat!) and adds poppy synths to the mix. “210” ends the album with more bright beats, sizzling synths, and body-moving grooves.

Even after listening to STS371, I’m still not clear on the meanings of the album’s and songs’ titles, but that’s okay. We don’t have to know everything. We can just play an album like this and groove to it while we undergo self-isolation.

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