Review: Shame – Food for Worms

One of the most interesting things about Shame is how they find new ways to re-examine themselves on each record. Drunk Tank Pink was about being forced into sometimes frightening introspection during the pandemic, and now Food for Worms has the band looking outward at the world and each other.

“You’re complaining a lot about the things that you got given,” sings frontman Charlie Steen on “Fingers of Steel” – a song about being straight-up with your friends, especially when they don’t want to hear it but need to hear it. You can’t control the results, of course, but at least you were honest. “Six Pack” is almost a story of madness brought on during pandemic lockdown. “You’re just a creature of bad habit. You got nothing and no one to live for,” Steen sings in the middle of the track, making you think he’s lost it, but then the whole band comes in with bonkers fury to bust him out of the (mental) room in which he’s trapped.

“Yankees” is one of the few (barely) subdued tracks on the album. The guitars drift in and out of the track like they’re walking back and forth through a bead curtain. It drifts nicely into “Alibis,” which sears across your speakers like a match thrown onto a trail of kerosene. “This time, I have no use for alibis,” Steen sings, letting us know that he has no intention of hiding his intentions.

“Adderall” is a tale from the perspective of someone dependent on medication just to manage everyday tasks (“It gets you through the day…”). Steen’s vocals take on a simple vulnerability and Sean Coyle-Smith‘s guitar floats back and forth from frantic to relaxed. The vocal vulnerability continues on “Orchid,” in which Steen takes on a bit of a crooner style, not unlike Protomartyr‘s Joe Casey singing sometimes heartbreaking lyrics like “We’re tourists in adolescence. We’re lovers in regression.”

Josh Finerty‘s bass on “The Fall of Paul” is vicious, almost like a growling bear staring at you from across a fire-lit campsite late one cold night. The drums on “Burning By Design” will instantly cause rampant dancing whenever it’s played live. They propel the song, and the whole band, like a foot stomped on an accelerator pedal, and yet Steen is already looking ahead to what new things the band can craft (“I don’t care about the songs that use these chords, I am sure there’s plenty more, but I know they’re not the same.”).

“Different Person” is about the ever-changing dynamics of friendships (a running theme through the album), and how some friendships you think will last forever don’t, and how others you never thought much about at first turn out to be the best ones in the end (“I guess you’re changing. It had to happen eventually.”). They remind us of this one last time on “All the People” with lyrics like “All the people that you’re gonna meet, don’t throw it all away, because you can’t love yourself.”

Hold onto your friends, and they’ll help you hold onto yourself before you, and they, become food for worms. Everything is impermanent, even friendships, but we can enjoy them while they last.

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Review: Protomartyr – Formal Growth in the Desert

I love the American Southwest, particularly the Mojave and Sonoran Deserts. I once heard an Arizona writer, whose name has long since drifted from my memory, describe the energy of the desert as this: “The desert will reduce you.” I can’t put it any better than that. Detroit proto-punks Protomartyr, however, have summed up that growth-by-reduction philosophy well on their new album, Formal Growth in the Desert.

The album comes after a lot of changes for the band, particularly for lead singer and lyricist Joe Casey. His mother died after a long battle with Alzheimer’s disease, leaving Casey in his Detroit family home alone for the first time in years. Then, repeated break-ins of his home made him reconsider the town he loved and if he should stay there. Personal safety and less stress won the debate, and he moved out of the home and dove into his journals for some of his most personal lyrics yet.

“Welcome to the haunted Earth,” he sings to open the album on “Make Way,” – a song about death and how it changes everything for everyone, even if they never knew the deceased. “For Tomorrow” is one of Protomartyr’s most straight-up post-punk tracks in a few years with Greg Ahee‘s guitar chords taking on weird angles and sharp edges throughout it.

The desert metaphor is in plain sight on “Elimination Dances,” in which Casey says, “In the desert, I was humbled.” Yep. It does that to you. So does the death of a loved one. The song creeps around you (largely due to Scott Davidson‘s excellent bass riffs on it) like grief always waiting at the edge of a room or in a quiet moment. Casey’s vocal delivery on “Fun in Hi Skool” (a song about how school pretty much sucks) is some of his fiercest on the whole record. “Let’s Tip the Creator” is the band sticking their fingers in the eyes of mega-corporations who continually screw over employees in pursuit of profits.

The album’s centerpiece is “Graft Vs. Host,” which was written in the early days following Casey’s mother’s death. He wonders what it will take to find happiness afterwards, almost if there’s some sort of procedure he can have to remove the grief. “She wouldn’t want to see me live this way,” he says. He’s right, but he knows that’s easier said than done. It’s a lovely track that will hit hard for you if you’ve lost someone close.

“3800 Tigers” references the Detroit Tigers playing over a century from now and how we’re also slowly killing all the remaining tigers on Earth. “Polacrilex Kid” has Casey wondering if he can be loved while hating himself. Alex Leonard‘s relentless drum beats on it reflect the pounding in Casey’s brain as he tries to figure out his self-imposed riddle. “Fulfillment Center” is a song about Amazon workers unionizing to get things as basic as restroom breaks, and “We Know the Rats” makes reference to the break-ins at Casey’s home (“Could’ve happened to anyone. They came through the back room.”). You can tell Casey still has some smoldering anger over it and how the wheels of justice often turn slow.

Casey is still wondering if he can find love on the roaring track “The Author,” and, delightfully, the recently engaged frontman finds it on “Rain Garden,” in which he sounds like he can relax and step into a new light (“My love…Make way for my love.”) over the next dune in his metaphorical desert.

I need to mention the thematic feel of the album. Greg Ahee has spoken about how he was scoring films and listening to a lot of Ennio Morricone while Formal Growth in the Desert was being crafted, and the album moves along like a film beginning with tragedy and ending with hope. It’s brilliant.

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Review: Birds of Nazca – Héliolite

I was delighted to get an e-mail from Guillame (guitar) and Romauld (drums) of Birds of Nazca from Nantes, France wondering if I might like to hear their new stoner / doom / heavy psych EP Héliote. Um…Yeah!

After a brief intro, we’re smacked in the face with the rolling, rumbling, rocking “Inti Raymi” – which has you wondering how just two people can put out so much heavy sound. “Spheniscus” calms the guitars a bit, but it’s a bit of a feint as the track builds to a pulse-quickening space rock jam about two minutes into it. Soon, it’s like flying a spacecraft through the rings of Saturn like you’ve been doing it for years. The EP ends with “Gucumatz,” spanning over nine minutes and taking you beyond Saturn with its expansive guitar chords and low gravity drums.

This is all in just three songs. It makes you wonder what kind of cosmic power they could unleash in a full album. Let’s hope they do soon.

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Review: Mandy, Indiana – I’ve Seen a Way

Recorded, no joke, in caves, gothic crypts, and shopping malls and next to construction sites and yoga classes, Mandy, Indiana‘s first full-length album, I’ve Seen a Way, expands on their sexy, creepy, synthy sound with a mix of heavier dance beats and stranger field recordings.

“Love Theme (4K VHS)” opens the album with synthwave bliss as you drive Charlie Sheen’s car from The Wraith down a street lit by solar-powered batteries embedded in the ground. It flows into “Drag [Crashed]” and turns the romantic lounge of the previous track into a slightly frightening industrial club floor-filler with Valentine Caulfield singing / shouting about toxic masculinity and the male gaze in French as her bandmates pound you into the ground. “Pinking Shears” is full of thick synth bass from Simon Catling and hip-hop drumming from Alex MacDougall while Caulfield’s vocals move around the room like a panther proclaiming, “This shitty world has exhausted me.” and verbally slapping us awake with lyrics like “…we elect bankers and big bourgeois and rentiers and we are surprised to get fucked.”

Her vocals on “Injury Detail” are only slightly subdued, which provide an interesting balance with the snappy drums and hissing, throbbing synths. “The Driving Rain (18)” layers the synths atop Caulfield’s vocals to make them almost robotic. On “2 Stripe,” she tells the tale of peasants serving a king, a queen, and their daughters while they sleep in cold cellars and nearly starve…until they realize they far outnumber the royals and take the castle and land by force. It’s a cautionary tale for the 1%, who are treacherously close to losing all of it all of the time.

Scott Fair‘s guitar wails and squeals through “Iron Maiden,” a mostly instrumental track with Caulfield sometimes crying out like she’s stuck in the titular device. “It’s not a revolt, it’s a revolution,” Caulfield sings on “Peach Fuzz.” “They take us for idiots,” she proclaims as the track builds into a synth war march.

“Crystal Aura Redux” is aptly named because it sounds like you’re walking through a hall of mirrors with crystals hanging from the ceiling that are light by a disco ball. The album ends with “Sensitivity Training” – a warning for all of us. The instrumentation brings alarm klaxons, protest chants, and marching beats to mind as Caulfield asks, “Do you hear the sound of the the boots clattering on the pavement? They’re coming for us.” She’s warning us of the rise of fascism, or perhaps to flip the script and make it a warning for those same fascists who will one day realize they’re vastly outnumbered.

I’ve Seen a Way (or i’ve seen a way, as it’s often written) is a stunning debut LP, one of the best of the year. It’s a dance record, a protest album, and a synthwave stunner all in one. Their creativity seems to have no bounds, as does their anger and passion for calls to action. Go visit them.

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King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard announce North American marathon shows for 2024.

Photo Credit: Jason Galea

The inimitable King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard announce their first 2024 North American tour dates, all 3-hour marathon sets. Following the release of PetroDragonic Apocalypse — their latest album and “end times thrash metal concept album” (The Needle Drop) — as well as this year’s recently-wrapped sold-out residency tour, King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard’s newly announced dates will bring their acclaimed marathon sets back to North America, including stops in New YorkChicagoAustin, TX and Quincy, WA at the legendary Gorge Amphitheatre (which, at a capacity of 21,600 tickets, will be the band’s largest headline show to date). General on sale begins today Friday, September 15th at 12pm ET. A full list of dates is below. Tickets will be available at kinggizzardandthelizardwizard.com

 
KING GIZZARD & THE LIZARD WIZARD TOUR DATES
Sat. Aug. 17, 2024 – Forest Hills, NY @ Forest Hills Stadium
Sun. Sept. 1, 2024 – Chicago, IL @ Huntington Bank Pavilion at Northerly Island
Sat. Sept. 14, 2024 – Quincy, WA @ The Gorge Amphitheatre
Fri. Nov. 15, 2024 – Austin, TX @ Germania Insurance Amphitheater

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Review: D-Tension – Tales from the Pub

While you were busy doom scrolling, Lowell, Massachusetts rapper / DJ / MC / radio show host / actor / mack / all-around cool dude D-Tension taught himself how to play a guitar and made a rock record – Tales from the Pub. It’s an album entirely played and sung by him and made up of songs based on his life both as a teenager and as a grown man dealing with everything from existential ennui to calling out a possible murderer.

“No Name Song” is instantly relatable to everyone, as it’s about not being able to remember someone’s name within thirty seconds of meeting them. D’s guitar work is loud, sizzling, and echoes his frustration as he tries to remember the name of a hot girl. “Charlie” is the song about the aforementioned suspected murderer – a rich guy who seems above the law while women associated with him have been found in a local river. D, for one, isn’t standing for it any longer (“And when you see Charlie, tell him that I’m on my way. And when you see Charlie, tell him that I know where he lives.”).

D has mentioned in interviews how fellow east-coasters The Smithereens were an inspiration for some of the tracks on the album, and I can hear some of Pat DiNizio‘s vocal influence on “Alone.” “MAGAHAT” is a fun punk track about D discovering a girl he likes is a Trump supporter. Getting back to The Smithereens, Jim Babjak‘s guitar influence comes out on “Other Side of the Road” and in one of D’s best solos on the record.

“Ghost Me” covers one of D’s favorite songwriting subjects – girls who did him wrong. In this track, he professes that he still cares for a gal who ditched him and is willing to meet her again even after she’s been gone for ten years. His guitar work gets psychedelic on “Woodrose,” much to my delight. Crank that reverb!

“Tell me, how we gonna get that magic back?” D asks on “I Love You Anyway,” in which he ponders how to reignite the spark in his relationship but is willing to stick it out through the tough times. “(They Were) In Love” brings in some doo-wop for good measure for a funny song about how weird love is in modern times…yet it’s really as weird as it’s always been.

The White Stripes are another influence D-Tension has mentioned for Tales from the Pub, and that can be heard on “I Give In” with its jangly guitar riffs and simple, raw drum beats. The closer, “The Airport Song,” is one D wrote when we was fifteen-years-old. It’s a fun track about how the airport is a great place to meet girls from all over the world and all different sizes, shapes, races, and religions. It’s easy to picture a teenaged D-Tension standing wide-eyed in Boston airport as gorgeous women keep passing him.

It’s a fun look into D-Tension’s brain, and you can tell he had fun making this record. I’m sure he has more tales to tell, and I can’t wait to hear them.

Keep your mind open.

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