Here we are at my top 20 albums of 2024. That was fast! Let’s get to it!
#20: Curses – Next Wave Acid Punx Deux – Secret Cuts
This collection by Curses is a great one of rare goth, darkwave, and synthwave cuts that makes you wonder where these bands have been all your life.
#19: Punchlove – Channels
The wall of sound on this shoegaze record from Punchlove is at times deafening and other times soothing. They’re one of my top picks to be one of the Next Big Things.
#18: Paperkraft – Not C but K
Here’s some groovy house music for you from Japan. This EP was a great debut.
#17: Rickshaw Billie’s Burger Patrol – Big Dumb Riffs
“What if we made an album that was all big, dumb riffs?” Rickshaw Billie’s Burger Patrol asked. Well, they did it, and it’s a lot of big, dumb, riffing fun.
#16: Dion Lunadon – Memory Burn
It’s another scorcher from Dion Lunadon as he packs more energy into this EP than many double albums you’ve heard.
This album by Rick Burke, the guitarist of Comacozer, is a psychedelic trip loaded with cool riffs and meditative synths that will take you out of the moment and drop you into some kind of spiritual temple that has Orange amps in it.
This album of French post-rock and psych is a stunning record that came to me almost out of nowhere and immediately caught my attention. The waves of it are both powerful and subtle.
#21: Doug Richards – Project 85 EP
This was a great return for a rave DJ from the 1990s who became a lawyer and then decided to get back into music after the COVID-19 pandemic and ended up dropping a stunning techno EP as a result.
Who makes the top twenty? Come back tomorrow to find out!
Back in the spring, when you were trying to choose which bar to get drunk in during spring break, or finally cleaning out your damn garage, or planning a garden that, let’s face it, you knew you wouldn’t properly care for anyway, three lads from Toulouse known as Karkara (Maxime Marouani – drums and vocals, Hugo Olive – bass and synths, and Karim Rihani – guitar and vocals) were releasing an album about a man in search of an imagined utopian city somewhere in the desolate wasteland of what was modern-day civilization. That album’s title sums up the themes of the concept album, and your planned garden and the crap in your garage — All Is Dust.
The King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard comparisons are valid, as the trio unleashes a lot of wild guitar work and beats in what sound like ever-changing time signatures and discuss heavy concepts of end times and spin wild sci-fi tales. Opening track “Monoliths” is a wallop as soon as the first chord. You’ll have no idea how three guys produce that much sound. They’d be a great double-bill with King Buffalo.
Olive’s bass on “The Chase” is outstanding and the song might cause you to drain your car’s gas tank from mashing the pedal to the floor and not letting up for the next seven minutes. Jérome Bievelot‘s guest saxophone solo on this is on par with Captain Beefheart psychedelic chaos.
“On Edge” hits with doom-heavy bass riffs and drum as the protagonist in Karkara’s story is almost to the point of madness in his quest to find paradise. Rihani’s guitar solo on it is the sound of a frantic mind trying to figure out what’s happening while also struggling to avoid a slip into paranoia. “Moonshiner” has nothing to do with racing across Kentucky hillsides with illegal hooch while revenue men are chasing you, but everything to do with mesmerizing guitar work and mind-altering sounds to help you drift to the moon if you wish.
“Anthropia” is the name of the mythical city our hero has sought, and now he’s finally catching sight of it on the horizon. The song becomes a passionate race to get there, avoiding dangers the whole time. When he does finally get there, however, he discovers the title track — a blaster of a track that summarizes the hero’s rage and then determination to build on what has been destroyed.
It’s a heavy record, both in concept and riffs, and one of the fiercest I’ve heard all year.
Keep your mind open.
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Need some great shoegaze that sounds like it was unearthed from a music studio that was shuttered in 1994? Look no further than Blushing‘s excellent new album, Sugarcoat.
It’s difficult to choose a favorite track on this album, as all of it hits all the right notes. “Tamagotchi” lays down surefire guitar riffs designed to hypnotize and impress. “Seafoam” has gorgeous vocals and deceptively heavy bass while guest guitarist Jeff Schroeder sheds on it. It’s over far too soon. The choppy guitars on “Slyce” become roaring beasts in the blink of an eye while the dual vocals of Christina Carmona and Michelle Soto spin around each other like dancing ghosts.
“Silver Teeth” pushes a message of hope (“You never lost the light at all.”) while the guitars and drums just crush you. The title track’s bass riff and smoky-sunbeam vocals are intoxicating. The drums on “Fizz” hit hard and seem designed to wake you up from whatever is distracting you.
“Say When” is a song about how time tends to get away from us, while “Pull You in Two” is a solid rocker with ballad touches that would fit right into your 1990s rock playlist. “Charms” ebbs and flows with soft dreampop riffs one moment and then hits you with a deluge of fuzz the next. The album ends with “Debt,” which sends us out feeling like something cool is around the next corner, no matter how blue the day has been.
Sugarcoat is sweet in the right spots, shiny in others, and seriously savage from time to time. Give it a spin.
If you’re like me, you also had no idea that Lou Reed, before he helped found The Velvet Underground and become one of the most influential musicians and songwriters of his time, was a songwriter, singer, and guitarist for Pickwick Records – a long-closed label that produced sound-alike recordings of artists who resembled popular bands of the day. Reed wrote everything from surf music to soul ballads, and thankfully the Lou Reed Archive has collected a lot of these rare tracks on Why Don’t You Smile Now: Lou Reed at Pickwick Records 1964-65.
There’s a lot of fun and interesting stuff on this collection. It starts off with Lou in a band called The Primitives performing “The Ostrich,” a fuzzy record describing yet another dance craze, and returning again with the band later on the wonderfully wacky “Sneaky Pete.” You can instantly hear the seeds of the loud, wild edges of The Velvet Underground in this track. On “Cycle Annie” by The Beachnuts, Reed is singing hot rod rock and putting down fast-paced guitar strumming while doing it. Later, on “Sad, Lonely Orphan” and the “Okay, we get it.” “I’ve Got a Tiger in My Tank,” he hands the mic to someone else and concentrates on hammering out riffs.
Reed contributes soul jams “I’m Gonna Fight” and “Soul City” for The Hi-Lifes, slick ballads (“Oh No Don’t Do It,” “Love Can Make You Cry,” and “What About Me”) for Ronnie Dickerson, and sings lead again for The Roughnecks on “You’re Driving Me Insane,” which sounds like it could be a modern track from The Schizophonics.
The J Brothers‘ “Ya Running, But I’ll Getcha” has a bit of bluegrass flair to it, and Beverly Ann‘s “We Got Trouble” is a straight-up hippie rock track that was probably an attempt by Pickwick to create their own version of Cher.
The compilation’s title track comes from The All Night Workers and blends soul-rock with psych-drone. Jeannie Larimore‘s “Johnny Won’t Sure No More” is a bit sugary, but the drum beat behind it is the early sound of the kind of beats Reed would ask Moe Tucker to play later. Robertha Williams comes next with powerful soul numbers “Tell Momma Not to Cry” and “Maybe Tomorrow” that make you wonder why she didn’t become better known.
Terry Philips‘ “Flowers for the Lady” and “This Rose” sound like a lot of other 1960s crooners’ songs, but that’s what Pickwick wanted. Your head might explode when you hear Reed singing lead on The Surfsiders‘ goofy “Surfin'” (Dig that wacky saxophone!) and their cover of “Little Deuce Coupe.”
This is a fascinating look and listen back at a part of Reed’s career that’s unknown to many, and the seeds of his later work are all here.
When he’s not laying down epic cosmic rock guitar riffs with Comacozer, Rick Burke, otherwise known as Tropical Sludge, makes mind-altering psychedelic instrumental music that blends Eastern elements with rock sounds and even a bit of New Age styling on his newest record Astral Mind.
Starting with “Dreaming Shaman,” the album uses sitar and synths to elevate you off the ground right away. “Tranquility” blends ambient forest sounds with the sitar and tabla to the point where you start to think, “This would make a really good make-out record.”
Burke uses simple, repetitive guitar notes on “Flowers” to put you into a nice trance. I seem to hear native Aboriginal Australian instruments in “Witchcraft,” which wouldn’t surprise me at all since Burke is from Oz. Burke’s use of sampled dialogue on the track (and others) that’s sometimes difficult to decipher is a neat effect, making you wonder what’s being discussed but not worrying about it at the same time. The voices become other natural sounds emerging from and blending into the musical land / sky / sea / space-scape he’s created.
“Digital Hippy” is appropriately hazy and groovy (listen carefully for that 70s funk bass). “Zen Tribe” practically pulls up next to you on a hand-poled river boat and offers you the opportunity to glide across the water and forget everything on shore that was weighing on you. “Hypnotising the Serpent” takes us further down the river and then across the sky instead of over the waterfall.
This album might indeed take your mind to the astral plane. It’s worth the trip.
Apart from having a cool name and album cover, Los Angeles psych-rockers Tombstones in Their Eyes, have crafted a great album of psych-rock and shoe gaze – Asylum Harbour that’s as cool as both their name and its cover.
“In Your Eyes” opens the album with rumbling bass tones and vocals from John Treanor about his willingness to win the admiration of a distant lover that sound like they’re coming from across the harbor in the album’s title. “Sweet As Pie” is about appeasing a lover to make a relationship easier (“You’re sweet as pie when you get your way.”), with Courtney Davies joining Treanor on vocals. The feel of the track reminds me of some of Failure‘s work.
The guitar fuzz on “Mirror” (which I think is about self-blame for screwing up a good thing) is grade-A. Joel Wasko‘s bass on “I Like to Feel Good” takes the album into doom territory, with the rest of the band (especially Stephen Striegel on drums) plunging into the abyss with him. “I’m Not Like That” has Treanor trying to convince a lover he’s not as bad as he seems while acknowledging his faults.
That being said, Treanor admits “I don’t wanna be the one to change.” on “Gimme Some Pain,” an acoustic cut that would easily fit on an Alice in Chains record. “By My Side” has Treanor calling for his lover to join him in good times and bad, and possibly in another dimension considering the sound of the track. Treanor has to face tough truths on “The Sky Is Blue” (“The sky is blue, and I’m nothing to you.”), and the crunch of the guitars on it only hammers the point home more for him.
“Set Me Free” has Treanor asking to escape a self-built prison of doubt, and the wall of guitars behind him might help his escape plan. The album ends with Treanor still looking for love (“It would be nice if you looked at me. It would be nice if you cared.”), but probably not finding it soon…even though the track is the most upbeat on the album. He ‘s hasn’t given up all hope.
The album’s title refers to a nautical term for a place to wait out a storm. Treanor and the rest of Tombstones in Their Eyes have sought safety in music and each other while the world thunders around them. We can all relate to that at the end of 2024, can’t we?
Confronting their respective influences and breaking down musical genre boundaries, french prog’ band Liquid Bear, explores themes such as addiction, the search for meaning, and the passage of time. The quartet delivers a raw yet enchanting rock sound, featuring bold compositions enhanced by remarkable instrumental mastery. With a discography that mixes grunge, stoner rock, progressive, and psychedelic rock, the four musicians offer an experience that is both visceral and cerebral. Liquid Bear released their first EP, Unwind, at the end of 2018, followed by their second, Heavy Grounds, in March 2021. Alongside their music, the band has developed an increasingly sophisticated visual identity, exemplified by the animated video for Billions of Crabs, and Closer to an End.
Liquid Bear’s debut album, Second Life, will be released on February 7, 2025, as an independent production, with the title track dropping today, accompanied by a lyrics video : https://youtu.be/LVsLG1x2ZTQ.
Second Life, the first single and title track of their upcoming album, showcases their unique vision of rock that is both original and modern. This introspective track delves into retracing one’s choices and imagining what could have been different if another path had been taken. With its stormy riff combining a fretless guitarand Hammond organ, Second Life captivates the listener. The powerful track is paired with a psychedelic visual journey through a being in a state of constant reconstruction, where every particle dances and resonates with the music.
“Second Life” explores various aspects of the construction of our individuality and the influences of our social environment. After two EPs and two singles in which the quartet sculpted their modern Progressive Rock sound, this album stands as the cornerstone of what defines Liquid Bear’s signature sound.
The album emphasizes experimentation and sonic renewal, particularly through the unique approach of the fretless guitar. It features the band’s signature elements: Hammond organ, vocal harmonies, compelling riffs, and guitar solos, enhanced by the addition of drum machines and analog synthesizers.
“Refuge/Resist is like the film (Night of the Living Dead) itself.” – explains Clair Hamard. ‘Alternating long, uncertain pauses with both dramatic and physical tension. Just like the scene in the movie that presents characters at complete odds with each other building up a precarious shelter threatened by the zombies amassing outside, the harmonic construction of this track is constantly challenged by an imminent dissonant attack.’
With every moment of calmness, supported by repetitive drone-sounds, Sleepbomb deliver the symbiosis of etherial vocal harmonies and agressive riffing. While the absence of any real resolution at the end of the track heralds the future failure of the plan hatched by the characters, unable to cooperate.
According to bassist, Tim Gotch, “Refuse/Resist” reflects the dichotomy of the film “as a whole.” “It begins as a refuge for Barbara, who enters the seemingly deserted house while fleeing from the zombie. She quickly discovers that the house is less of a refuge than she thought, exacerbated by the abrupt arrival of Ben. Ben quickly proves himself to not be a threat as he dispatches multiple zombies.”
Subtitled Excerpts from their score for George Romero’s 1968 ‘Night of the Living Dead‘ and based on their full length score for the film, The Sleeping Dead is an epic serving of filmic doom. Starting with the drum parts fully synchronized with the cinematic imagery, during the recording process each track was pared down to the essential character of each scene from the most influential zombie film of them all. ‘Unlike ‘The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari’, we knew that the final product would not be a fully synchronized score due to rights issues and the large amount of dialogue in the film.’ states Gotch. ‘This meant that we were able to edit down some of the longer sections into a “song” format and really focus on the feel of the scenes for The Sleeping Dead record itself rather than retaining the full length of tracks just for timing requirements.’
Recorded, mixed and mastered at Earhammer Studios by Greg Wilkinson (High on Fire, Autopsy), The Sleeping Dead shows Sleepbomb in a heavy, focused mood.
Pre-order The Sleeping Dead coming out this January 24 via Koolarrow/Consouling Soundshere. Or on Bandcamp here.
Like any other marathon, the three-quarter mark is when it really starts to hit you. The same can be said of Levitation Austin, as Day Three is when the festival starts culling the weak and you begin to hear people saying things like, “I tapped out at one a.m.,” “He wanted me to go to another show last night, but I just couldn’t,” and “Austin is kickin’ my ass today.”
It’s also when you start having weird synchronous moments with people you’ve seen at the festival. My girlfriend and I have seen the same woman at all but two of the shows we’ve attended so far. She’s come all this way from England to express her love for a festival cameraman. He’s married, by the way, and this woman’s friend isn’t happy that he’s been dismissive of her. There’s also “blond guy,” who looks and dresses like a character from an early 1990s video game and I think has been on some kind of illegal drug for three days, “Asian guy with a splint on his right index finger,” and “Guy with the big King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard patch on his jacket.”
We started Day Three with some friends and great BBQ (as one does in Austin at least once where you’re here) at a place called KG BBQ that mixes Texas BBQ with Egyptian flavors. It’s great. We then headed to Hotel Vegas for the “Levitation Lounge,” where no one bothered to check out RSVP tickets, and we had free drinks while listening to a DJ set by Death Valley Girls.
Death Valley Girls dropping science.
I was wearing my “Death Valley Girls Official Fan Club” shirt and was spotted by Bonnie Bloomgarden, the leader of DVG. She remembered me as the guy who keeps his phone set on black and white and, in a moment of joy for me, from this blog. They’d opened for Osees the previous night there and I told her I was excited to hear their new “Earth, Wind & Fire-sized line-up” later that night at Parish.
My DVG shirt proved to be popular. I had more comments on it than any other shirt I’ve worn all weekend. At least four people pointed at me and said, “Great shirt,” and then told me how they’d seen their Hotel Vegas set the previous evening and were amazed by it.
The surprisingly tall Dry Cleaning walked in not long after my lovely conversation with Ms. Bloomgarden. I thanked them for their set at the Far Out Lounge the previous night, and they told me how much they love playing in Austin. They were all delightful people and played a fun DJ set of their own that dropped in some classic Sade and Wham! tracks.
Dry Cleaning towering over the decks.
We wanted to stay for the Black Angels DJ set, but it was Day Three and we needed a disco nap. It turned out to be the right call because Austin got slammed with rain for about an hour and we would’ve been soaked on the walk back to our pad.
We came back to Hotel Vegas to first see local shredders Grocery Bag take the stage, and they played a wild set of fierce garage rock. Be sure to look them up.
Paper, plastic, or power?
After that was night number three of Osees’ four-night residency at Hotel Vegas. They ripped into it straight out of the gate (as always) and immediately floored by girlfriend, who was seeing them for the first time. She was amazed by their manic energy and how “they just go for it.” They threw in some punk ragers with a couple psych-rock cuts, showing how they can change shape faster than a D&D doppelgänger.
We then walked six blocks along 6th Street, maneuvering around stumbling drunks and people still in Halloween costumes lining up to cram into a small club spinning overplayed dance tracks from the early 2000s, to get to Parish and see DVG perform their heart-lifting yet spooky set of psychedelia. It was strange at first to see them with no guitars (apart from Sammy Westervelt on bass), replacing them with saxophone. “They sound like a spooky version of Morphine,” I thought. My girlfriend loved them and empowerment and spiritual healing messages they convey in their lyrics.
We headed to the Parish’s small lounge after the set and another guy pointed out my DVG shirt. It turned out he and his friend were at KG BBQ and noticed my shirt there. They’d seen DVG’s Hotel Vegas set and fell in love with them. One of them, Shafiq, got my “spooky Morphine” reference, and they were both from Chicago and frequented a lot of the same bar. The other, Imran, had been at the same Slift and Meatbodies show I attended at Reggie’s Music Joint weeks earlier. We all bonded over Gen X bands and chai.
Wine Lips, whom Shafiq had seen before (“First tickets I bought.”) and described as “The Toronto Osees,” came out and just went nuts. That might be the best way I can describe their set of crazy garage-psych. It was damn impressive. They barely let you take a breath.
Wine Lips drunk with shredding.
We stopped at a shawarma food truck on the way back, where I was again complimented on my DVG shirt, and then got back in time to settle down with my overflowing chicken and falafel wrap and watch the opening scenes of Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla. You can’t wrap up a festival day much better than that.
