Category: Rewind Reviews

Rewind Review: Husker Du – New Day Rising (1985)

Husker Du‘s third album, New Day Rising, is as scorching today as it was in 1985. The band (Grant Hart – drums and vocals, Bob Mould – guitar and vocals, and Greg Norton – bass and vocals) were moving away from hardcore punk to more melodic tunes…but just barely.

The opening title track comes in hard to shove you into a real or imaginary mosh pit wherever you happen to be at the time. “The Girl Who Lives on Heaven Hill” has Norton’s vocal chords shredding as hard as Mould’s guitars. Norton’s bass drives “I Apologize” as Mould sings about trying to make amends in a relationship going bad due to his short temper. Norton and Hart’s backing vocals (and Hart’s sharp cymbal crashes) give boost to Mould’s plea.

Gen X punk rockers like Hart, Mould, Norton, and myself still remember the anger we felt during the Reagan Era. Husker Du wrote about this on “Folk Lore” – a song that still rings true today with lyrics like “Now the women scream for equal rights, their man wants to have an affair, children learn to hate the world, and no one seems to care.” The abrupt end with the lyric “One thing I know for sure, your heroes always die.” is like right hook to the jaw.

Norton is pissed about someone turning their back on him in “If I Told You.” “I couldn’t convince you if I tried. You weren’t around the time that I cried,” he sings while Hart’s snare drum rolls sound like machine gun fire and Mould somehow turns up the fuzz on his guitar even more.

“Celebrated Summer” has Mould reminiscing about how fast time passes when you spend it “getting drunk out on the beach, or playing in a band” with your friends. “Perfect Example” switches things up with quieter guitars and slightly slower drums as Mould almost whispers lyrics about moving on from a bad relationship but still hoping he’ll be remembered for the good times.

Norton’s bass line on “Terms of Psychic Warfare” is instantly recognizable if you’re a fan of the band, and Hart’s vocals are a scathing rebuke of someone he left at the curb (“You’ve got your own bed now. I suggest that’s the one you sleep in.”). “59 Times the Pain” takes on a bit of shoegaze and sludge that’s almost disorienting. “Powerline” keeps the melodic drone going a bit longer, and “Books about UFOs” is a sweet love song to a girl who spends her time looking at the stars instead of what’s right in front of her.

“I Don’t Know What You’re Talking About” is a solid rocker about that guy everyone knows who rambles on like he’s an expert on everything yet gets angry when he’s confronted with facts that counter his argument. Huh. That sums up 2019 well, doesn’t it? “How to Skin a Cat” is weird chaos that you have to hear in order to appreciate. I can’t do it justice here. “Whatcha Drinkin’?” is a fun punk blast about getting drunk, regretting it, and getting drunk again later. The album ends with “Plans I Make” – an absolute barn burner of a tune with Mould going bonkers, Norton playing like he’s also driving a Grand Prix race car at the same time, and Hart trying to access the basement by pounding his kit through the floor. I realized how much Husker Du inspired A Place to Bury Strangers upon hearing it for the first time.

New Day Rising is a punk classic. It’s essential. All Husker Du is, really.

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Rewind Review: Pink Floyd – The Piper at the Gates of Dawn (1967)

Pink Floyd‘s debut album, The Piper at the Gates of Dawn, is one of those classic records that deserves its legendary status. Its influence can be found not only among all the other United Kingdom (and many elsewhere, of course) psychedelic bands of the 1960’s and 1970’s, but also among modern psych-rock bands around the globe. No one could have predicted this, of course, because the album is so damn weird.

The opener, “Astronomy Domine,” moves like a funeral dirge across the cosmos – somehow combining space rock with doom-psych. “Lucifer Sam” has a killer, fuzzy bass groove by Roger Waters while Syd Barrett sings a tribute to his cat (“That cat’s something I can’t explain.”). “Matilda Mother” pours on the echo effects as Barrett and Waters sings about a long-forgotten king and Richard Wright lays down a sweet organ solo. “Flaming” is a trippy, hippy track about “lazing in the foggy dew” and “sitting on a unicorn.”

“Pow R. Toc H.” is an instrumental track that brings in jazz piano and softens Nick Mason‘s beats to sound like they kept him behind a velvet curtain in a dark nightclub. It mixes in maniacal laughter and chaotic guitar riffs now and then to keep you on your toes. “Take Up Thy Stethoscope and Walk” is the first track on the album written by Waters, so it’s no surprise that bass and drums move to the forefront while Barrett’s guitar and Wright’s keys seem to be having their own, frantic conversation.

The second instrumental, “Interstellar Overdrive,” would help pave the way for doom-psych with its deep bass grooves, haunted house organ, Tell Tale Heart drums, and Psycho guitar. Just to mess with us, the next track on the album is “The Gnome” – which is literally about a gnome (named Grimble Gromble) going on a “big adventure amidst the grass.”

Need a song featuring Barrett’s view of the cosmos? How about “Chapter 24,” in which he sings, “All movement is accomplished in six stages and the seventh brings return. The seven is the number of the young light. It forms when darkness is increased by one.” Sure. Why not? It’s nice to hear Wright’s organ taking the lead among the instruments on it. “The Scarecrow” tick-tocks along like the subject’s arms “when the wind cut up rough.” The closer, “Bike,” is, believe it or not, a love song. Barrett offers to give his girl “anything, everything, if you want things” including his bike, his cloak, his mouse (named Gerald, although Barrett doesn’t know why), his gingerbread men, and, the most precious gift of all – his music. It’s a lot of fun at first, and then descends into some sort of Lovecraftian dream.

The album is fun, fascinating, and baffling. My dog had no idea what to make of it when I played it in the house one day. I’m still not sure what to make of it either, but that’s okay. You’ll find something different about it each time you hear it.

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Rewind Review: R.L. Burnside – Too Bad Jim (1994)

It doesn’t even take ten seconds for blues legend R.L. Burnside to hook you on his 1994 album Too Bad Jim. The opening guitar riff of the first track, “Shake ‘Em on Down,” is a floor-stomper that transports you back in time to a peanut shell-littered honkytonk bar serving cold beer out of a dented aluminum horse trough someone brought from their farm.

Too Bad Jim has plenty of rockers, but it is a blues record, after all. This is evidenced by the second track, “When My First Wife Left Me.” “When my first wife left me, God knows it put me out on the road,” Burnside sings at the beginning of this tale of hard times of his clothes getting very thin. “Short-Haired Woman” continues this trek down a lonely, dusty Mississippi road and features nothing but Burnside and his guitar that sounds both intimate and yet distant at the same time.

“Old Black Mattie” brings the drums back into play and gets everyone dancing (including the Black Keys, who are clearly influenced by Burnside’s playing, vocal stylings, and grooves). “Fireman Ring the Bell” keeps the floor shaking and “Peaches” switches up the groove to a sexy slink around the room as Burnside sings about his woman’s peaches being sweet. I think you get the idea.

“Miss Glory B.” is another solo lament about how Burnside is burdened by gossip even though he tries to keep to himself. He’s out to silence those rumors on “.44 Pistol,” which brings in the heaviest drums on the record and practically makes you strut around the room. You’re going to experience “Death Bell Blues” if you carry that pistol around long enough, and Burnside sings about the impending nature of death and wondering when and how the hooded guy with the scythe will escort him to the next life. The album ends with the longest track, “Goin’ Down South” – a dark cut about walking a long road of temptation, vices, and certain doom. Burnside saves some of his best guitar shredding for the closer, and the creepy crawl of the song would make even doom metal bands nod their heads in time and with appreciation.

It’s a solid album and a clinic on raw blues from a bluesman who, thankfully, got the recognition he deserved before he died in 2005.

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Rewind Review: The Donkeys – Sun Damaged Youth (2018)

“It’s the year 2025, California has been banished from the United States for water theft.” That’s the first line of The Donkeys‘ futuristic surf-psych concept album Sun Damaged Youth. It’s about a “pack of teenaged misfits armed with skateboards” doing what they can to survive in a radioactive, yet still lovely, desolate landscape. Not only has California been abandoned, but so has most of Earth. The elite have fled to Mars and left the rest of us amid the toxic slime and tortuous heat they helped create.

The opening cut, “S.D.Y.,” is full of lovely Beach Boys melodies mixed with shoegaze surf guitars. 60’s retro organ sounds dominate “Radiation,” as they sing, “On the beach, you’re never out of reach.” Part of the story of this concept album is that the teenage wastelanders are kept sane by radio transmissions from a DJ known as “Cherry Cheetah” on KTOX Radio broadcast from somewhere deep underground. She presents songs like the dream-poppy “Candy Foam” and fictional bands like the Coffin Nails doing a surf instrumental called “Space Slip,” the Savage Detectives performing “Pier Rat” (a bit of a spooky tune with that vintage organ in it), the Santa Anas playing “Pink Seaweed” (an early 1960’s soul instrumental), and The Divine Invasions playing a dreamwave tune called “Weed Wacker.”

“Kool Kids” is shoegaze bliss with bright vocals that still have that distant sound that only shoegaze bands seem to know how to create. “We Are All So Young” is a salute to the point in life where one realizes youth is ending and adulthood is looming. “It’s time to leave the streets behind. I hear the mountains are doing fine,” they say. “Summer’s Dream” is like a long lost Beck cut with its languid beats and vocals as the SDY remember when summer days were spent playing games and surfing instead of scrounging for food and dealing with, as evidenced in the next track, “Green Gunk” that ruins everything it touches. “Unusual” is a short track that floats by you like a feather on the wind. “Sticky Sand” is an upbeat surf rocker that hides a warning about ocean pollution.

“All In the Eyes” brings in Eastern rhythms and guitar sounds (as well as chirping birds, perhaps the first ones seen by the SDY in years) as they sing about idyllic fields and how there’s “no need for disguise when everything’s real.” This is true. When “all the worth is gone, nothing is real,” as they say. This world is illusion. The world of the SDY is illusion, yet its lessons are important. The characters in the Donkeys’ fiction learn that what others see as a wasteland is truly a beautiful, present reality. We’d all be better off if we could see this.

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Rewind Review: Palm Daze – Controls (2017)

I became aware of Palm Daze when I saw them open for Bayonne in Tucson, Arizona earlier this year. They played a cool blend of electro and psychedelia that I enjoyed. Controls is a five-song EP they put out two years ago that sounds like it could’ve been released yesterday.

The weird warping synths of “Angles Pt. 1” get the EP off to a trippy start, and then “Company Calls” takes us into full synth wave mode with bright keys, distant vocals, and sharp beats. “Angles Pt. 2” seems to nod at Vangelis‘ Blade Runner score, and why not? The synths move like slow waves across a mountain lake and the vocal effects turn the lyrics into alien communications. The title track has near hip hop drum beats behind video game synths, and “Everything, Everyday” ends the EP with big, bold synths that fade into sounds like a dwindling Morse code message.

It’s an interesting EP and one that produces different thoughts upon multiple listens.

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Rewind Review: The Ever Expanding Elastic Waste Band – self-titled (2010)

Friends Jerome Deupree (percussion and drums), Dana Colley (saxophone, harmonica, and vocals), and Jeffrey Lyons (bass, banjo, guitar, vocals) got together in 2009 to start working on some shows and to commemorate the tenth anniversary of the death of Deupree and Colley’s friend (and in Dupree and Colley’s case, former bandmate in Morphine), Mark Sandman. They decided to play some Morphine tracks and other songs they’d written, and demand for more gigs soon grew to the point where they decided to record a record as The Ever Expanding Elastic Waste Band. This would be a couple years before they changed the name to Vapors of Morphine and released A New Low, but the first hints at what was to come were here on this album from 2010 that combines studio tracks with live cuts.

“Hurricane” begins the album with a dark blues cut that sounds like it’s from a gothic film that takes place in a seedy Mississippi town in the middle of August. Colley’s saxophone is pushed through multiple effects pedals along the track, creating a mind-warping effect. “Different” continues this psychedelic swirl amid Deupree’s jazz drums and Lyons vocals about how all of us, despite our differences, are walking the same path in this reality.

“Pulled Over the Car” is a wicked groove tune from Morphine’s catalogue about a time Mark Sandman fell asleep at the wheel. The slinky sounds of “Let’s Take a Trip Together” are great example of low rock – trippy vocals, reverb saxophone, sexy drums, warped bass. “Thursday” is another fine example with its heavy baritone sax and darkly comic lyrics (again, from the late Mark Sandman) about an extra-marital affair that goes wrong after going so right for so long. “All Wrong” has all the punch of the original Morphine track, with all three men putting down serious chops on their respective instruments.

I love that they included the instrumental “Kitchen Closes at Midnight” on the album. It’s a neat psychedelic jam played with toys as well as the band’s respective instruments. The blues / bluegrass track, “Know,” written by Lyons, is the type of song that makes you stop in your tracks when you hear it. The dark saxophone tones, the vaguely country guitar, and the yearning-for-love vocals make you want to track the band down as soon as possible. The album ends with another live cut and another instrumental – “Palestrina.”

It’s a cool record. One that will impress you and anyone else who hears it.

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Rewind Review: Thee Oh Sees – Live in San Francisco (2016)

Recorded across the span of three shows (July 15 – 17, 2015) at San Francisco’s Chapel, Thee Oh Sees’ Live in San Francisco captures the band in full sweaty, raw power that threatens to blast you to smithereens.

Starting with the hard-charging “I Come from the Mountain,” the band (John Dwyer – guitar, vocals, synth, Tim Hellman – bass, Ryan Moutinho – drums, and Dan Rincon – drums) takes off like a rocket and barely gives you time to catch your breath between tracks. The “Whoa-oh!” chants of “The Dream” combined with Dwyer’s gasoline fire guitar work instantly invoke moshing (or at least the desire to do so) wherever you hear it. “Time Tunnel” sounds like that gasoline fire has spread across the rest of the stage and Hellman’s bass is dumping wood on the blaze. The song stops on a rough dime for a jarring effect.

The psychedelic surf swing of “Tidal Wave” is is a great example of the dual drumming of Moutinho and Rincon as they play different parts in different time signatures that match up at the best times to induce organized chaos. “Web” ramps up the reverb to send you into a calmer state, as does “Man in a Suitcase” (which is not a cover of the Police song, although I’m sure that would be outstanding) before that song’s wild guitar solos and heavy cymbal bashing smack you back into the present.

The happy, swelling grooves of “Toe Cutter Thumb Buster” practically make your speakers pogo. You’re almost exhausted by the time they get to the calm opening guitar chords of “Withered Hand,” but the song soon erupts like Old Faithful and dares you to keep up with it. “Sticky Hulks” gives you a little break with psychedelic fuzz to lull you into a warm place between mosh outbreaks.

The last two tracks, “Gelatinous Cube” and “Contraption” sound like riots. “Gelatinous Cube” has more precision drumming from Moutinho and Rincon while Dwyer’s guitar roars and soars all over the place and Hellman’s steady bass groove is like a gravitational pull keeping the rest of the band from blasting through the ceiling. “Contraption” brings in garage punk shredding and pounding and psychedelic freak-outs to powerwash off whatever’s left of your face by this point.

The vinyl edition of Live in San Francisco came with a DVD of the performances. This is widely available on YouTube as well. This recording is as close as you can come to being in the crowd at an Oh Sees show because it captures the incredible playing and the manic energy of one of their gigs so well. You owe it to yourself to get to one of their shows, but this album will hold you over in the meantime.

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Rewind Review: IDLES – Joy As an Act of Resistance (2018)

I’ll admit I arrived late to the IDLES party, but theirs is a party you want to attend. Their newest record, Joy As an Act of Resistance, has possibly the best name of any album released in 2018 and is certainly one of the most furious, powerful records of last year. It mixes anger with the current political landscape (on both sides of the pond) with calls to embrace one’s inner power and to express compassion and love as the ultimate pushback against hate culture.

The opening track, “Colossus,” is aptly named because it grows into a monstrous behemoth that explores lead singer Joe Talbot‘s turbulent youth and his efforts to change from living a weekend that lasted two decades. Watch out for the breakdown in this one. It’s downright dangerous. “Never Fight a Man with a Perm” is a tale from Talbot’s past in which he brawls with a man he severely underestimates.

“I’m Scum” has Talbot singing about how he can’t / doesn’t / won’t fit in with popular anger culture. “This snowflake’s an avalanche,” he warns as a heavy bass line thuds behind him. “Danny Nedelko” is a salute to one of Talbot’s best friends (and the lead singer of Heavy Lungs to boot) and immigrants everywhere amid Brexit fears in IDLES’ homeland. “Fear leads to panic, panic leads to pain, pain leads to anger, anger leads to hate,” Talbot sings. That’s some truth right there.

“Love Song” brings along some heavy Public Image Ltd. vibes with its squealing guitars and Talbot’s wild John Lydon-like vocals about the banality of modern love (“Look at the car I bought! It says, ‘I love you.'”). “June” just touches on psychedelia and “Samaritans” chugs along with a relentless beat that gets your blood pumping as Talbot sings about toxic masculinity.

“Television” tears apart beauty standards set upon us by media. “If someone talked to you, the way you do to you, I’d put their teeth through,” Talbot sings, “Love yourself.” “Great” pounds away at you with a fury that almost knocks you over, and “Gram Rock” brings in snarky punk attitude with the first line, “I’m sorry your grandad’s dead.”

“Cry to Me” has a 1960’s swagger to it that mixes in Joy Division menace. The album ends with “Rottweiler” – a fast garage rocker that sends the album out like the final bell of a boxing match.

It’s an angry yet joyful record. Joy, compassion, and love are the new counterculture, and this album is a soundtrack for the mixed emotions everyone has as they realize this. This would’ve been in my top 20 of 2018 had I not found it so late.

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Rewind Review: Clutch – Slow Hole to China: Rare and Re-released (2009)

Originally released in 2003, Clutch‘s Slow Hole to China was a collection of obscure singles, unreleased material, and cover tunes.  They re-released it in 2009 as Slow Hole to China: Rare and Re-released and included three more previously unreleased tracks.

One of those tracks is the first one on this album – “King of Arizona.”  It’s a solid blues rocker with harmonica by guest Eric Oblander and vocalist Neil Fallon making allusions to either an Arizona gold mine, a cemetery in Arizona, James Reavis (a con man who was nearly given ownership of most of Arizona and a good chunk of New Mexico), or, quite likely, all three.

The title track has some of Dan Maines’ heaviest bass lines.  “Nickel Dime” almost has a fiery gospel feel to it.  “Sea of Destruction” hits as hard, if not harder, than a lot of current metal tracks thanks to Jean-Paul Gaster‘s furious drumming and Tim Sult’s fuzzed-to-the-max guitar.  Blues swagger comes in heavy on “Oregon,” “Easy Breeze,” “Hale Bopp Blues” (which is sung from the perspective of dinosaurs fearing the arrival of the Hale Bopp comet and the end of their lives on Earth), and “Four Lords.”

“Rising Son” scorches and has one of my favorite lyrics on the album – “Gravity is such a drag, and we will not obey.”  I can’t help but wonder if “Guild of Muted Assassins” was inspired by one of Fallon’s old Dungeons and Dragons campaigns, because that title needs to be the name of a D&D game module.  “Willie Nelson” is about Fallon’s home being raided by jackbooted figures searching for drugs, secrets, or both.  It might be the former when you consider the chorus is, “I don’t know if I’m coming or going, if it’s them or me.  But the one thing’s for certain, Willie Nelson only smokes killer weed.”

“Equinox” is an instrumental that has wild Santana-like percussion.  “Hoodoo Operator” is a floor-stomper with Maines’ bass taking on angry bee-like quality.  “Day of the Jackalope” has Fallon’s vocals distorted as if through a fault megaphone, making him sound like a madman yelling on a street corner.  “Ship of Gold (West Virginia)” is an alternate version of the song of the same name that would end up on Clutch’s Elephant Riders album.  It’s a bit darker and heavier than that one, and has more extended jams as well.

This is a solid collection and can stand alone as its own album instead of a collection of singles and miscellaneous tracks.  It’s worth seeking out if you’re a fan of Clutch, or even if you’re not.

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Rewind Review: Herb Alpert – Rise (1979)

It seems that only the legendary Herb Alpert could combine spaghetti western horns with late 1970’s synths and make it work.  He did exactly that on his 1979 album Rise – his first without the Tijuana Brass backing him.

The opening track, “1980,” was originally written for NBC Sports’ coverage of the 1980 Olympics and sounds like a vision of what the next decade was going to sound like for all of us – full of futuristic gadgets and obsession over the coming new millennium clashing with old school thinking and ideals (pretty much the 1980’s in a nutshell).  The title track is one of the funkiest things ever put on a record, so much so that it was heavily sampled by Biggie Smalls on “Hypnotize” (Abe Laboriel’s bass riffs alone could power two dozen hip hop records).  Mike Lang’s piano work mixes well with Alpert’s expert trumpet work, and Alpert knows when to put down his horn and let his band jam.

“Behind the Rain” sounds like unused music from a Roger Moore-era Bond movie with its thrilling string and horn arrangements, machine gun-like drums, and car chase guitar.  “Rotation” has this cool, quirky beat to it that mixes simple drum chops with electro-beats that are peppy yet subtle (and Alpert’s trumpet, of course, roots the entire track).

“Street Life” is sassy and brassy, with Alpert’s trumpet taking center stage throughout it while some funky slap bass struts alongside him.  Speaking of slap bass, it’s even funkier on “Love Is,” a song that I’m sure was remixed for discos across the country at the time.  Louis Johnson practically puts on a clinic on how to lay down a snappy bass groove.  Alpert, again, smartly lets his instrument be the backup on the track.

“Angelina” brings in the Central American flair found on so many of Alpert’s records and even some Caribbean beats to boot.  That south of the border sexiness continues on “Aranjuez (Mon Amour),” which also throws in disco beats and bass for good measure.

One can’t write about Rise without mentioning Herb Alpert’s nephew, Randy “Badazz” Alpert, who co-produced the record and brought in a lot of the disco / nightclub / funky touches.  He helped bring his uncle’s work to even more people by getting “Rise” and other cuts into the hands of club DJ’s.  It’s a classic record and worth a listen.

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