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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.

Keep your mind open.

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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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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.

Keep your mind open.

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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…

Keep your mind open

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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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Live: Clutch, Stöner, King Buffalo – Piere’s – Ft. Wayne, IN – September 29, 2021

It’s always good to see Clutch. They never disappoint and always sound great live, so seeing them at a small venue just over an hour’s drive from my house was an easy decision. They’re on their thirtieth year as a band, which is quite impressive.

Opening for them were two other bands I was keen on catching, and the first was King Buffalo, who opened the night with a fine set of space / psych doom rock that was just what I needed after a weird day at work. There weren’t many in the crowd who’d heard of them before, but their merch table was packed immediately after their set. They won over a lot of fans. It would be great to see them on their own.

Up next were desert / stoner rock power trio Stöner, who were equally impressive with heavy bass, garage-psych drums, and cosmic fuzz guitar work. My wife was happy to hear them and understand their lyrics (topics ranging from ghosts to Evel Knievel). They also won over many fans in Ft. Wayne.

Stöner pummeling the crowd with heavy rock.

Clutch came out to a crowd that was, by now, fired up from seeing two bands that were alone worth the price of admission. They launched into a wild set, showing no rust at thirty years of age as a band. Among the highlights of the set were them playing “Far Country” from their first 7″ single back in 1991 and “Passive Restraints” (another early track). Another treat was a new single, the name of which I still can’t find, that has lyrics involving witchcraft, the Mayflower, and Nosferatu.

Clutch hitting it hard after almost two years off.

We overheard a guy on the way out telling his friend that he’d seen Clutch “twenty times” and “that’s probably in the top five” of shows he’d seen. It was a good one. All three bands were hungry for the stage and the energy gained from a live crowd. I certainly needed it, and I got it in spades.

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Riot Fest 2021 – Day Four

No, you didn’t miss three posts. I only attended day four of Chicago’s annual Riot Fest this year, and it was the first Riot Fest I’d attended. A friend scored some free tickets, and far be it from me to pass up a chance to see Devo and The Flaming Lips on the same bill.

This was the hottest music festival I’ve attended in a long while. There was little shade to be had, but sunscreen and taking frequent breaks between sets meant not suffering too much. A freshly made fruit smoothie from a vegan food vendor did me wonders.

The first set we caught was by The Gories, who opened one of the main stages. They sounded loud and dirty, and I’d love to see them in a small venue, but I’m glad I finally got to see these Detroit punk legends.

We walked around Douglas Park and discovered the festival was widely spread out. Food vendors were in one far corner, while a smaller fifth stage was seemingly a half-mile away in the opposite corner. You’d think they’d wheel out some portable light posts with all that room, but no.

Up next were HEALTH, and one of my friends fell in love with them upon hearing their industrial set under sun so bright that their bassist / synth player had to cover his keyboards with trash bags so he could read the digital displays on them.

The sun wasn’t healthy if you weren’t wearing sunscreen that day.

After a nice break under a tree, we trotted over to the smallest stage to see Chicago noise rockers Melkbelly, who played a fun set that included a cover of Pixies‘ “Gigantic” in an attempt to make up for Pixies cancelling their tour this summer. They were so out of practice with performing live shows due to the pandemic that they forgot their merchandise in their van.

Melkbelly playing to a lot of local fans.

I scored some chicken tenders that were average at best while my friends scored an elephant ear. Riot Fest has carnival rides on site, and I can only imagine how many drunk attendees regret getting on them over the course of the weekend.

We returned to the Rebel Stage to see Bleached perform their first set in two years (according to them, and a running theme for live shows everywhere this year), right after a guy walked by us peddling mushrooms to anyone who wanted them. They sounded great, and I would’ve liked to have stayed for the whole set, but Devo was calling…

The stage was packed for Devo, complete with a mosh pit and crowd surfers. It was a fun set in which they played nearly the entire Freedom of Choice album. The whole crowd was happy and still buzzing afterwards. One guy was high-fiving people and telling them, “You just saw Devo!” It was the first time my friend, Amy, had seen them. She said she smiled so much during the set that her cheeks hurt afterwards. A delight for me and my friend (and Amy’s cousin), Brian, was getting to hear Devo’s cover of “Secret Agent Man” live for the first time. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to hear it.

Brian and I stuck around for the Flaming Lips‘ set. Brian hadn’t seen them before, and we couldn’t get close to the stage by they started – mainly due to them starting right after Devo’s set. It was still a good set, and nearly the same as when I saw them at Psycho Music Festival. Wayne Coyne encouraged everyone to take care of each other and stay healthy so live music can continue. Amen to that.

The Flaming Lips blowing sun-baked minds.

It was a good time (and Brian’s first music festival, no less), but would I go back? The short answer is, “I don’t know.” There were a lot of bad bands on the bill on day four, and I don’t think the other three days were much better. A lot of the bands playing the various stages sounded like Rage Against the Machine rip-offs, screamo nonsense, or pop-garbage. We got the hell out of there before Slipknot and Machine Gun Kelly started their sets and laughed as we passed a guy selling nitrous oxide balloons outside the park. I might return if the lineup gets better, and they’ve already announced another Misfits reunion for 2022, but Douglas Park-area residents won’t be happy about it…

Keep your mind open.

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Review: Jyroscope & Montana Macks – Happy Medium

Just so we’re all clear, neither of the two men on the cover of the excellent Chicago-bred hip hop EP Happy Medium are Montana Macks, but they are Jyroscope. Macks is the EP’s producer and beat maker, one of the best in the Windy City and Midwest. The men you see on the cover are the vocalists / rappers, I.B. Fokuz and Collasoul Structure.

Happy Medium is a refreshing breeze from a music world dominated by scores of rap albums that could essentially be named I’m Going to Tell You How Cool I Am for the next Forty Minutes. Happy Medium explores themes of fatherhood, practicing compassion, meditation, touring, marriage, and family.

“War Going On” is a great opener, covering stresses in relationships such as unending bills, lack of sales on the tours, and trying to hold it together the whole while (“I’m afraid what’s next will be the death of me.”). Mack’s rolling beats, accentuated with simple piano chords, are outstanding. Fokuz (“You know it’s work when you toil and you’re never content.”) and Collasoul (“Being the ‘strong one’ means you’ll never know when you’re gonna tank.”) weave intricate tales of the grind on “Work” over Mack’s melted jazz samples.

They take on the grind of not just work, but everyday life and music-making on “Auto Pilot,” with Collasoul claiming (like many of us would if we took the time to look inward), “I’m either finally mastering patience or oddly getting really good at stalling the process.” and Fokuz stating, “I feel like I’m living in a rerun.” Both men wish they could make many moments last longer on “Frozen in Time” (which has some killer scratching from DJ Seanile and some of Mack’s best sampling on the EP).

By the time we reach the closer, “Take It Easy,” the band has realized they need to just pause for a bit and reset. We all need to do this along with them. So much would fall into place if we did – better relationships, health, and society in general. We just need to follow their lead.

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Review: Lucy Dacus – Home Video

If they gave out awards for Most Brutally Honest Album of the Year, Lucy Dacus‘ Home Video would certainly win it in 2021.

The singer-songwriter’s new record is a deep dive into her upbringing, teen years, and even recent years. It’s a record about self-exploration, finding and losing love and friends, and always moving forward despite the past trying to put on the brakes.

“Hot & Heavy” opens with bold guitars and bolder lyrics by Dacus about fiery passion that fades but is never forgotten. “Christine” tells a story about Dacus and a dear friend riding along one night in the back of her friend’s boyfriend’s car…and Dacus knowing her friend is stuck in a relationship that will do nothing but hold back her friend from her true potential (“If you get married, I’ll just throw my shoe at the altar and lose your respect. I’d rather lose my dignity than lose you to someone who won’t make you happy.”).

“First Time” hides a tale of new love and new sex under its rock drums and guitar strums. “In the summer of ’07, I was sure I’d go to heaven,” Dacus sings in the beginning of “VBS” (Vacation Bible School), a song about teenage sexual and spiritual confusion that erupts into buzz saw guitar at one point. “Cartwheel” starts with the sound of a record or tape starting up from a dead stop and quickly becomes an acoustic ballad for someone who chose another over her.

As if the album wasn’t heartbreaking enough, “Thumbs” is a song about Dacus fantasizing and offering about killing her friend’s long-absent father when he comes to town for a visit and pretends nothing is wrong. “Going Going Gone” is another song about walking away from a relationship she knows with yield no further results.

Dacus’ use of Autotune on “Partner in Crime” is jarring at first, but makes sense when you consider it’s a song about duplicity. “Brando” is a tale of Dacus skipping school with a boy to watch movies, knowing that he’s Mr. Not Quite Right but going along anyway. “Please Stay” is a soft plead for Dacus’ lover not to leave just yet, and how seeing their items around her place is like walking through a museum of heartbreak. The album ends with “Triple Dog Dare,” a song / confession about Dacus exploring her sexuality and being nervous as hell the whole time. It’s a gorgeous coda to the whole record.

I’m tempted to write, “This record is not for the timid.” due to it’s raw honesty, but maybe it is. It’s a record for anyone feeling timid about who they are, who they love, or who they can become.

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