October 2021 – Page 2 – 7th Level Music

Rewind Review: Donald Fagen – The Nightfly (1982)

The liner notes of Donald Fagen‘s 1982 masterpiece, The Nightfly, state, “The songs on this album represent certain fantasies that might have been entertained by a young man growing up in the remote suburbs of a northeastern city during the late fifties and early sixties, i.e., one of my general height, weight and build.”

It’s tempting to call this a Steely Dan album, since Fagen is the lead singer on the album and many of the studio musicians he assembled for it played on multiple Steely Dan records, but the album is truly all his own. After all, it’s about him growing up in that remote suburb and dreaming of a bright future, such as the one described in the instant hit “I.G.Y. (International Geophysical Year)” in lyrics like “Here at home we’ll play in the city, powered by the sun. Perfect weather for a streamlined world. There’ll be spandex jackets for everyone.” Fagen’s synths and the entire horn section (Randy Brecker, Dave Tofani, Michael Brecker, Ronnie Cuber, and Dave Bargeron) gel so well that it makes your jaw drop.

Speaking of jaw-dropping, Chuck Rainey‘s bass work on “Green Flower Street” is a thing of wonder (and Larry Carlton‘s guitar solo is no slouch). “Ruby Baby” has Fagen professing his love for a woman who doesn’t love him, but he’s determined to win her heart. “Maxine” is a tribute to another woman Fagen knew when he was in school (“We’ve got to hold out till graduation. Try to hang on, Maxine.” The song is a sweet ballad (with jazz piano from Greg Phillinganes), with Fagen telling his paramour that one day they’ll jet to Mexico City or move to Manhattan to escape the urban sprawl…but you’re not sure if it’s just wishful thinking. Michael Brecker’s tenor sax solo is top notch on it.

“New Frontier” is a fun tribute to summer parties in the fallout shelter built by Fagen’s dad (“We’ve got provisions and lots of beer. The key word is survival on the new frontier.”), one of which is attended by a blonde who has “a touch of Tuesday Weld.” Fagen immediately tries to make time with her, claiming he’s moving to the big city “to learn design and study overseas” and that they’re both into Dave Brubeck. Starz Vanderlocket‘s percussion on the track is so hip that it’s almost criminal.

The title track is a slick ode to the late night jazz and talk radio Fagen heard growing up in the NYC suburbs. “The Goodbye Look” is a sultry tale of either a break-up or a professional hit – possibly both – as Fagen sings about “a small reception just for me behind the big casino by the sea. I know what happens. I read the book. I believe I just got the goodbye look.” The hand percussion, bass, and vibes bring in a Caribbean flair and Carlton’s guitar solo is so groovy that it makes you want to drink a cocktail with an umbrella in it. Fagen saves some of his best organ chops for the closer, “Walk Between Raindrops,” a fun, jazzy number with a killer bass line from Will Lee. The whole song sounds like it was a blast to record.

The whole album does, really, and the sound quality of it is astounding. Every note is perfect.

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Rewind Review: Buzzcocks – Orgasm Addict – Live (2008)

This ten-track live recording of a Buzzcocks concert in Paris, France from April 1995 clocks in at barely over half an hour and packs more punch than a show four times that length by most other bands.

Starting with Pete Shelley yelling / singing “I Don’t Know What to Do with My Life” (the theme of pretty much everyone at various stages of existence), the band tears off to a great start with hammering drums by Phil Barker that sound like they might get pounded through the floor, crazy bass from Tony Barber, and walls of guitars from Shelley and Steve Diggle falling on you.

There’s barely a moment to catch your breath before “Love You More.” Diggle’s “Autonomy” comes at you like WWII fighter planes on a strafing run. You can feel the crowd is ready to burst (pun intended) during the opening guitar hum of “Orgasm Addict” – one of the best punk tracks to ever come out of the UK. “Promises” is a great example of the way Shelley and Diggle could write punk love songs.

“When Love Turns Around” is another great example, this one of the way Buzzcocks can groove. “Ever Fallen in Love (with Someone You Shouldn’t Have Fallen in Love With)” is Shelley’s fiery rocker about heartache and sexual confusion, and they up the fuzz on this version. “What Do I Get” is a perfect follow-up, with Shelley claiming / demanding, “I just want a lover like any other. What do I get?”).

“Oh Shit!” is one of their fiercest flip-offs, and they come back on for an encore of “Fast Cars” (which, if you weren’t aware, they hate).

It’s over all too soon, but it’s still a lot of fun. Buzzcocks are still touring with Diggle in the lead since Shelley’s death. Catch them if you can.

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Review: Alex Maas – Levitation Sessions

Essentially a live version of Alex Maas’ (of The Black Angels, MIEN, and other projects) first solo album, Luca, Levitation Sessions is, as he puts it in the notes on his Bandcamp page, “…a glimpse into what a tour on this record would look like had we not been in a pandemic.”

It’s a shame he wasn’t able to tour behind it, because this live session shows how good those shows would’ve been. The songs aren’t as loud or face-melting as many Black Angels songs, but they are no less haunting, hypnotizing, and mood-altering. “Shines Like the Sun” opens the album with Maas singing to his family about their changing, blessed dynamic. “Special” fades in and out like incense smoke curling out of a temple or efficiency apartment window. Maas’ voice has always sounded like it was made with built-in reverb, and “All Day” is a great example of this. The dub flavor of it is outstanding.

The thumping bass of “Elastic” gets under your skin as much as Maas’ lyrics like, “We don’t want you to die. We just want you to suffer the rest of your life.” You get the feeling that the “we” he’s referencing are forces perhaps out of our control or even understanding. “Leather in the Foreground” has a slinky, kinky groove to it – which is absolutely appropriate for a song with a title like that.

“The city makes you feel so small…Sometimes love seems so damn far away,” Maas sings on “500 Dreams,” one of the loveliest tracks on the album and written to his child as he hopes for the best for him in a world that seems determined to bring all of us down to the lowest level.

“Keep Your Balance” induces dreams of faraway lands and exotic, somewhat dangerous fantasies amid hand percussion, Middle Eastern strings, and vocals that almost becomes mantras. “Too Much Hate” was written before the last election, and, unfortunately, its message still holds true. “Slip Into”…what, exactly? Judging from the sound and feel of the song, it could be anything from sleep or a warm bath to eternal sleep or a cold shower.

The slow, country ballad sound of “Paint You in the Sunshine” is a pleasant surprise, and certainly highlights one of many of Maas’ Texas regional music influences. “The Light That Will End Us” covers one of Maas’ favorite songwriting topics – death. His voice, slightly altered by reverb effects, becomes a ghostly call from a bright light that embraces shadow rather than cast it. “American Conquest” covers another base that Maas likes to write about – war. The opening bass and guitars on it grab you by the collar and demand you listen – almost talking the forefront from his vocals.

“You should’ve been struggling like all of the rest,” Maas sings on “Shoulda Been Struggling” – a song full of uplifting guitar riffs and messages to close the album. There are people out there who want you to share their misery, and cannot fathom why you won’t. They want you to mourn how they mourn, protest what they protest, dislike what they dislike, shun what they shun…but you know in your heart that such endeavors are wastes of time and energy.

This album isn’t. It’s a beautiful record from a gifted musician and writer that will make you view things in a different light.

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Review: Acid Dad – Take It from the Dead

I don’t know if the title to Acid Dad‘s record, Take It from the Dead, refers to taking a physical object from the deceased or heeding their advice. It could be both.

The record, with its blend of psych-rock and post-punk, is a good time. The first track, “Searchin’,” lends some credence to the idea that the album’s title might be about imploring the dead for answers. “I’m lost, and I’m found. I’m still searchin’ for a sound,” sings co-guitarist Vaughn Hunt amid shiny synths and drum licks that are happily “stuck in the 70s.” “BBQ” brings in some heavy guns on the instruments and cool reverb on the vocals. It reminds me a bit of early Failure tracks.

“RC Driver” begins and ends with enough guitar for two albums. “She Only Eats Organic,” apart from having a fun title (and a not-so-hidden oral sex joke?), is a bit of a barn-burner with beats from Trevor Mustoe that barely rest for the entire track. Sean Fahey‘s vocals have a bit of a post-punk snarl to them on it. The psychedelic “Good Time” is as trippy as the album cover.

“Smile You’re on Camera” builds on a Peter Hook-like bass line and then drops in melting wax vocals. The cranked fuzz on “2 Face” boosts Hunt’s lyrics about wanting something more from a potential lover, but knowing he should tread lightly. The closing track, “Djembe,” with its Cure-influenced bass and Jesus and Mary Chain-influenced guitar, is a killer ending. It somehow oozes and shimmers at the same time, resulting in a space-rock guitars that blaze past you like a comet.

Take It from the Dead is one of those albums that will probably reveal more layers of itself every time you listen to it, which is a testament to its craftsmanship. We could use more bands making music this intriguing.

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Live: Frankie and the Witch Fingers and Acid Dad – The Brass Rail – Ft. Wayne, IN – October 08, 2021

This was my first time seeing psych-rockers Acid Dad live, and even hearing a lot of their material, and my third time seeing Frankie and the Witch Fingers in as many months. Acid Dad were just in the first few dates of their tour, and Frankie and the Witch Fingers were nearing the end of theirs. Both bands came to play and to play hard at Ft. Wayne’s Brass Rail – a great dive bar venue downtown where any band playing there is practically in your lap.

Acid Dad had the crowd jumping, and even moshing, before they were even halfway through their set. I liked their mix of psychedelic rock and post-punk and picked up their newest album afterwards.

Frankie and the Witch Fingers put on a killer performance as well, the best of the three I’ve seen. They upped the punk riffs in this one, and I’m starting to think it’s not an official show by them until their drummer is shirtless. They were also having a blast. They’re one of the most fun bands to see right now.

An official gig by Frankie and the Witch Fingers

Both bands will be playing at the Levitation Music Festival in Austin, Texas on Halloween weekend, and both sets will be well worth your time. Check them out.

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Wrecka Stow: Wooden Nickel Records & Tapes Budget and Collectors – Ft. Wayne, Indiana

The “Budget and Collectors” location of Wooden Nickel Records & Tapes in Ft. Wayne, Indiana (3422 N. Anthony) is one of the first record stores I went to way back in high school when I finally had access to a car. I bought many records there and hadn’t been there in decades. It was nice to see the place still in business and still offering a lot of good stuff.

They pack a lot of stuff into the space, and one thing that hadn’t changed was them offering a lot of good stuff at low prices – new and used.

The collector and limited edition stuff is still there. There are plenty of box sets, rare records, and, yes, tapes – cassettes and eight-tracks.

They sell records, of course. They have a whole section of 45 records, all kinds of LPs, and even some picture discs on hand.

Check it out if you’re in town. There’s a lot there and you can get a good amount of it for cheap. I scored a live Buzzcocks album and Donald Fagen‘s classic The Nightfly for barely over ten bucks.

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Rewind Review: King Buffalo – Orion (2015)

Orion, the first album from Rochester, New York’s psych-space-doom trio King Buffalo is a stunning debut. The album covers a lot of ground…in outer space, along misty mountain paths, and across desert plains.

The title track opens the album with David Gilmour-like guitar from Sean McVay and builds to a thundering echo rolling down from a lost Greek temple high on a hilltop. McVay’s guitar becomes the Silver Surfer racing across the cosmos while Dan Reynolds‘ bass and Scott Donaldson‘s drums are the engines of Galactus’ ship behind him.

“Monolith” adds some Velvet Underground guitar styling to their repertoire while McVay sings about cosmic things that cause more fascination than fear. It drifts (melts?) right into “Sleeps on a Vine,” a song about a mysterious woman who may or may not be real. Donaldson’s beats almost take the forefront through the whole track, becoming the heartbeat of the man intrigued by the woman (mirage?). It becomes a heavy jam not unlike some All Them Witches tracks, which is no surprise as the bands are friends and ATW is even thanked in the liner notes of the album.

Reynolds’ bass gets “Kerosene” off to a groovy start, and McVay’s guitar sounds like a distant calling vulture at some points in it. Other times, it sounds like a nest of yellowjackets. “Down from Sky” has a countrified sound, complete with slide guitar, setting up the mammoth sounds of the next two tracks – “Goliath” (parts one, the instrumental track, and two, the mind-blowing rocker that opens your eyes and melts your face).

Reynolds and Donaldson hit their instruments so fiercely in spots during “Orion Subsiding” that it sounds like they might break. The album ends with the mind-expanding “Drinking from the River Rising.”

It’s a powerful debut, making you want to track down everything else they have out there. Cosmic rock like this is always fascinating, and King Buffalo do it well.

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Rewind Review: Wanda Jackson – First Lady of Rockabilly (2012)

Spanning several years in a little over two hours, the First Lady of Rockabilly collection of Wanda Jackson‘s material is a great compilation of her work and further cements her place in rock and music history as one of the premier voices to ever play the game.

Jackson’s influence on rock and country is massive, counting Jack White, The Cramps, and two Elvises – Presley and Costello – among her many devotees. Presley was also her paramour until he split to make movies in 1957.

The collection contains so many hits that I don’t envy whomever had to choose what to put in and what to leave out. “Let’s Have a Party,” her first big hit, was a no-brainer for inclusion, of course. “Fujiyama Mama” is a wild one about how much of a bad ass she is. “Funnel of Love” is another one of her biggest hits, and includes wild elements of exotica and monster surf rock. “Riot in Cell Block Number 9” is, if you ask me, a better tune than “Jailhouse Rock.”

“You Can’t Have My Love” is the first straight-up country track on the compilation (and her first single, which cracked the country charts Top 10 list in 1954), with Jackson strutting her stuff and shooting down a potential suitor who offers her silk and satin, but is soon frustrated by her ignoring him. “I Gotta Know” keeps up the country swing flair. “In the Middle of a Heartache,” a song she co-wrote, proves she had the vocal chops to compete with Patsy Cline when she wasn’t belting out risqué rockers.

“Right or Wrong (I’ll Be with You)” is another Jackson-penned country ballad. Jackson’s voice is so strong and fun that it’s sometimes easy to overlook how good of a songwriter she is. The compilation is loaded with songs she wrote or co-wrote, such as the not-so-subtly naughty “Savin’ My Love,” the sexy growler “Mean, Mean Man,” the swinging, floor-filler “Baby Loves Him,” the witty “Who Shot Sam?”, the solid hit “Rocky Your Baby,” and the slick as Bryl-Creem “Cool Love.”

“Hard-Headed Woman” includes a solo from legendary country performer / guitarist Roy Clark that will make your head spin. Her cover of Billy Crudup / Elvis Presley’s “My Baby Left Me” has extra bite to it considering Jackson’s relationship with the King of Rock and Roll. The drum beats on “Sticks and Stones” are hot as a griddle. Her covers of Neil Sedaka‘s “Fallin'” and “Stupid Cupid” are fun, hip-swaying rockers.

“There’s a Party Goin’ On” starts off the second half of the set with a great, rollicking floor stomper. “Hot Dog! That Made Him Mad” is a groovy story about Jackson having dalliances with other lovers to make her man appreciate him more – a story about FemDom when such a topic was taboo. Jackson’s vocals on “Cryin’ Thru the Night” would give Hank Williams a run for his money.

“It Doesn’t Matter Anymore” and “I’d Rather Have You” are lovely country ballads, and “Tears at the Grand Ole Opry” is a barely disguised tale of sexism at the iconic music venue. “Long Tall Sally” brings everyone to the dance floor and the collection closes with the appropriately titled “Man, We Had a Party.”

The whole collection is fun, and it works well as an introduction to Jackson’s work or as an addition to anyone’s collection of her records.

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Review: Morly – ‘Til I Start Speaking

Every track on this album is lovely.

That’s the best way I can describe Morly‘s ‘Til I Start Speaking. On it, Katy Morley explores themes of self-empowerment, love, and introspection. None of it is maudlin. It’s all gorgeous ballads and sultry beats.

The title track (parts 1 and 2) opens the record, beginning with softly rising synths and subdued vocal sounds that build into a sexy jam. The subtle piano chords of “Dance to You” melt like a candle next to a warm, luxurious bathtub as Morley sings lyrics like “I can’t stop listening to this tape you played me the night you took my hand and whispered, come on let’s pretend we’re in love.”

That torch song piano returns on “Sleeping in My Own Bed,” a song about Morley missing her lover (“Only dreams to keep me warm.”), but knowing she’ll be happy and comfortable sleeping at her own place and enjoying the good time she had. The gospel-influenced backing vocals on “Wasted” are a great touch in a song that almost could be a praise of the Lord Almighty as much as a lover.

“Twain Harte” starts with breathy, nearly acapella vocals from Morley until they’re joined by simple, soft piano key strokes and some more gospel touches (organ, backing hums). The guitar on “Up Above” is like something out of a dreamy, classic country bar that only seems to exist in fun roadtrip movies. “I don’t know what I’ve been doing lately,” Morley sings n the opening of “Jazz Angel (Bill).” It’s the kind of song that makes you pause and take a look around at what’s happening – something we all need to do now and then.

“Savior Mind Tattoo” has both an intriguing title and an intriguing sound, mixing what sounds like vibraphone with a brush-stroked snare drum and that soft piano that mixes so well with Morley’s voice. “Where were you the night when I wasn’t sleeping?”, Morley asks on “Superlunar” – a song about longing and what comes after that longing is quenched. The closing track, “Eilogy,” adds some trip hop beats to the mix for good measure as Morley sings about heartbreak and making amends.

The whole album is like a caress from a lover you think about making a life with, but you’re not sure if doing such a thing would screw up what you have. You feel like you’ll both be okay with the few moments you have, but, still, like Morley, you wonder…

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Review: Old Moon – Altars

At times sounding like The Cure, other times like old Midnight Oil, and other times like something you can’t quite describe, Old Moon‘s new album, Altars, is a dark, gothic rocker full of all the haunting guitars, slithering bass, creepy synths, and crashing drums you’d want from an album such as this.

Multi-instrumentalist and vocalist Tom Weir comes out big in the opener, “Ephemera,” hitting us with sludgy bass and vocals echoing off the back of either his studio or perhaps a mausoleum. The guitars on “Chains of Sleep” instantly throw you into a world of dark nightclubs in crumbling old factory towns, and Weir’s vocals pay homage to Peter Murphy through it (and a lot of the album, to be sure).

“Past Lives” covers a required topic on any post-punk/ goth record – death, and “Anhedonia” starts with stadium rock drumming and then pulls you into a small performance space in the stadium’s basement. The switch from the big build-up to subdued tones is effective, and something that Weir pulls off well throughout the record. The hollow-sounding “Untouched” would fit in a horror film, post-apocalyptic action thriller, or a dystopian western.

“Drowse Down” has a slow, psychedelic feel to it that makes you feel like you’re walking in a fog after you’ve had a deep tissue massage. The closing track, “Laid to Waste,” isn’t as gloomy as the title would suggest. The guitars are a bit brighter, and the cymbals clash louder, to create a track for vampire hunters at dawn.

Altars is the first goth record I’ve heard in a long time that doesn’t sound like it’s trying too hard to be edgy or nihilistic. It’s a solid effort and worth a spin.

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