By Robert Barry Francos
It’s
true, as AGESANDAGES prove with “Alright
You Restless” (knittingfactoryrecords.com), everything
old is new again. The first cut of this updated folk tradition,
the ironically named “No Nostalgia,” brings
an image of all seven members of this group sitting around
a campfire – though in this case it’s a microphone
– and singing with harmonies enhanced by the multi-gendered
group playing various instruments. This is contributed to
by knowing that they recorded the pieces “live,”
rather than using overdubs and other studio techniques.
The music is soaring, whether all seven are in a joyous
choral arrangement or in smaller numbers, in a rev up or
ballad, celebrating life in different aspects. Songs like
“So, So Freely,” “The Peak” “When
I Was Idle,” and “Souvenir” (the closer,
which sounds a lot like the opener) showcase their sound
well. Occasionally they veer into New Christy Minstrels
territory, but without being mawkish. Still, they sound
best when in a harmonious group than when one is singing
(I have a digi copy, so I don’t know who is who).
It’s worth looking up their videos, and if you like
what you see and hear, come back to the album. Here is a
good example of their fun lyrics, from the opener: “I’ll
be the bottles on the beaches / You’ll be the waves
that wash them all ashore.”
New
York-based duo ASOBI SEKSU refers to its
style as “Dream Pop,” and I’m not going
to argue with that after hearing their latest, “Fluorescence”
(polyvinylrecords.com). Following what seems to now becoming
a popular trend, Yuki Chikudate sings and plays the keyboard
with synth effects in a pop-heavy way as James Hanna plays
guitar (and sings lead on the processed-until-drowned “Counterglow”;
I have no idea what he actually sounds like). Even in Saskatoon,
there’s We Were Lovers, who follow the same formula.
I’m not making a judgment about that, just noticing
that it is a new genus. Of what I’ve heard of this
subgenre, I must say that AS is among the better. Mind you,
I’m not a fan of effects, as you will see as you read
through this column, but somehow Yuki uses it more often
to enhance rather than burying it. This positive reaction
is boosted by the actually good song melodies and Yuki’s
soaring vocals, even though they too are put through some
synthesizing. Songs like “Perfectly Crystal”
and “Sighs” show some of this. Doesn’t
mean I’m going go and listen to more of it, but I
can appreciate it and even actually enjoy some of it.
You’ve
just come from a hard day at work, or a night of stage diving.
You wanna just kick off the dust and Doc Martens and relax.
You reach for the JULIANNA BARWICK release,
“The Magic Place” (asthmatickitty.com). Its
Enya-like ethereal highly reverbed non-lyric vocalizing
of Celtic-influenced melodies played by a nine-instrument
backing that have a magic aerie quality to bring you to
another world, such as you might think of in a “Lord
of the Rings” pastiche. With chants over repeating,
similar riffs (per song), it’s easy to fall into a
state of hypnotized peace, perhaps because this may remind
you of what you hear playing while having a deep-muscle
Swedish massage. In other words, listen to the songs at
home and not while you’re driving. Some of the highlights
include “Cloak” and “White Flag.”
Very effective and haunting.
MARTY BALIN is having a career that spans
before and way after his most famous gig as one of the founders
of the Jefferson Airplane. On one of his latest releases,
“The Versace Mixes” (Varulven, c/o martybalin.org),
he gets what I call the “Varulven Special”,
namely multiple mixes of a song on the same disk. There
are four different versions of Balin’s song “Versace,”
about the murder of the famed designer: an album mix, a
dance mix, a dub mix, and a club mix, each ranging between
3:09 and 4:14. Marty’s voice definitely shows some
age, but he still sounds great. In fact, his “Somehow
the Tired Reach Home” is excellent, including a bizarre
choice for a bridge (which I will l”eave for you to
find). Also a Varulven Special is a non-musical section,
here a “Lost and Found” 16-minute interview
of Marty on WMBR-Cambridge, MA, conducted at the end of
2009. Marty shares not only the history of the Airplane’s
beginning, he talks about his entire early career and some
of the later. Also present is Marty’s sense of humor,
which is bound to make one smile. In the middle of the interview
is an audio clip from Marty’s live show in 2008 at
the Boston Esplanade, where local singer Didi Stewart admirably
fills Grace Slick’s role for “Somebody to Love”
while Marty wails on guitar (the DVD of this event is available
at MVDvisual.com).
I
was way behind when I received the new CHESTY MALONE
AND THE SLICE ‘EM UPS CD, “Torture
Rock” (Wrecked, c/o chestymalone.com), in the mail.
And yet I stopped everything I was doing and immediately
put it on; then played it again. That’s gotta tell
you something. I knew if this second release was as good
as their first, I was in for a treat. Happily, I can say
I was not disappointed. CMATSEU are a post-hardcore band
whose sole focus is material suitable for “Chiller
Theatre”. In fact, the band explains in their song
“Filtheater,” “I got brainwashed when
I was 3… / Would stare at me thru the TV.” Zombies,
cannibals (they are not the same thing), vampires, rednecks,
“The Brain That Ate New York,” and sex are just
a sliver of shiver that the band extols. Starting with an
instrumental (a reprise of it end it as well), they dive
right in with a solid humor that shows their mettle with
“Protest the Unborn” (“they got nothing
to give”). Each song races to the next with guitar
up front and a laugh riding shotgun. We learn about the
band’s “Favorite Things” (“fucking
and killing”), though they amusingly contradict themselves
in “Bloodsong” (“drinking blood is my
favorite thing”). I’m glad they included their
“Zombie Relief Fund,” which a live version can
be seen on video. Along with “Favorite Things,”
I also enjoyed “The Night Jaqueline Came Out of the
Grave,” both of which have the catchiest chorus (among
many sing-along numbers on the disc). Speaking of which,
I am happy to see (and this is a presumption on my part)
that lead singer Jaqueline Blownaparte (brilliant name!)
feels confident enough now to shout in her own voice, rather
than doing the gravely (as opposed to grave-ly) throat thing.
Their Halloween gigs are camp highlights, usually held in
Brooklyn, and worth a see. Still wear my CMATSEU tee that
I received at one of those shows. And congrats on Jaqueline
and lead guitarist Anthony van Hoek for their 11.11.11 tying
the knot (or whatever else). Hope it is not because they
have to…
I
totally got into the indie film, “Creep Creepersin’s
Frankenstein,” so I was excited to get the chance
to review the director’s group (actually him and his
wife, Mrs. Creep, aka Nikki Wall), CREEPERSIN
via their second CD, “Faster Creepersin Kill! Kill!”
(creepersin.com). Not surprising, they are from a cross-genre
subgenre that focuses on horror. Some previous participants
include the Cramps (voodoobilly), Children of the Night
(rock), Chesty Malone and the Slice ‘Em Ups (hardcore),
and most of both Black and Death Metal. Initially, thanks
in part to a wild electric organ, they are reminiscent of
the Fuzztones (garage). While I would put Creepersin more
in the metal column, they do cross a bit into at least two
or three of the categories mentioned above. The songs are
simple and to the point, with titles like “Dead Girls
Not Dead,” “Flesheater,” “My Chucky
Doll Came to Life,” “I Need More Blood,”
“Ribosomic Good” (dedicated to the ribosomes
of one celled animals), and “Vamp Girls From Planet
Fuck.” The Creep has a decent voice, but I do have
two issues. First, he mumbles everything, despite having
a decent voice for the genre. Second, the vocal track is
juuust back of the music, so it’s even harder to tell
what the hell he’s saying. As a horror fan, I feel
like I’m losing out in something witty, but I can’t
tell. The least he could have done was added a lyric sheet
(pout-pout). Best cut here is “Creeper Crew Anthem,”
a chant along with a chorus that includes the voices of
members of Kings of Evil, Grynch and Domesticide. Wonder
what Tura Santana and Russ Meyer would have made out of
Creepersin using the artwork from Meyer’s film…
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The
JOE DENINZON TRIO takes an interesting look at
the term “standard” on their “Exuberance”
(joedeninzon.com). Along with a number of original jazz
compositions by the trio - Joe’s nine-string violin
accompanied by Steve Benson on guitar and the recently late
Bob Bowen on bass - they take music from the near and relatively
far past, and put it through a progressive jazz filter.
Sure, one might expect it of tunes like Fat’s Waller’s
“Jitterbug (Used To Be A)” or even Chopin’s
“Nocturne in Eb Op. 9 No. 2,” but they move
it significantly further with Steely Dan’s “Bodhissatva,”
Jimmy Webb’s “Wichita Linemen” (perhaps
the one piece that strains the most), Alice in Chains’
“Heaven Beside You,” and even Radiohead’s
“The Tourist.” And these guys make it all work
so you may not even realize that this isn’t the original
genre for those tunes. The one vocal is by guest Luba, whose
silky smooth voice slides comfortably over an original,
“Sun Goes Down.” Over an hour of cool jazz.
Even
though I saw the penultimate performance before Squeeze
broke up (the “Saturday Night Live” dress rehearsal),
I was never really a fan. After hearing the new release
by ex-member CHRIS DIFFORD, “Cashmere
If You Can” (smmcmedia.com), I may go back and try
them again. This is a really fine pop (not in the Lady Caca
sense) release, with songs written and sung by Difford.
After years of personal and addiction problems, Difford
has turned his life around (albeit alone and broke). This
is a very intimate record, including about how he spent
the years (“1975”), remembrance of both his
own dad (“Sidney Street”) and also Jools Holland’s
father (“Upgrade Me”), and even his sordid skinhead
youth (“Back in the Days”). There are some imaginings,
like how he wonders if his teen years being around the house
was a hindrance to his parents sex life (“Passion
Killer”), and what will happen when he’s elderly
(“Cotton Tops”). All really good songs, with
well written melodies, strong and accessible lyrics, and
his baritone voice with the right touch of emotion. His
back-up musicians (Difford plays no instrument other than
his voice) are substantial, and Ben Abrahams’ production
is solid, with the voice up front. The coda, “Wrecked,”
is about “meeting myself for the first time”
and realizing he’s happy. Hearing this collection
made me content, as well.
Do
I really need to explain Vancouver’s punk legends
D.O.A.? Recently, founding member Joey Shithead
Keithley released both his second book and this CD, “Talk-Action=0”
(suddendeath.com), which share the same name and are meant
as a companions to each other. While the songs here are
ones that the band has been doing for years, Joey’s
the only original member, so with the new bassist (Dirty
Dan Sedan) and drummer (Floor Tom Jones) has recorded or
re-recorded some new and old material, all of it amazing,
as always. Starting off strong with “That’s
Why I Am an Atheist” and continuing to never let the
foot off the neck of the listener, they slash through the
likes of “They Hate Punk Rock,” “I Live
In a Car,” “Captain Kirk, Spock, Scotty and
Bones” (I dare you to listen and not come away with
the title stuck in your brain; remember, two of those four
are Canadian), “Consume! Consume!” and “We
Won’t Give In,” just a few of the many great
tunes here. There is even a cover of Dylan’s “The
Times They Are a-Changin’ (once again proving my theory
that punk and protest folk music are just a volume and speed
apart). Strong vocals, melodies, harmonies, and message
run through every song. Hell, if you do know D.O.A. you
must also be aware that this is a must-have.
Is
it me, or does a lot of the (relatively) recent metal bands
sound like a cross twix Andrew WK and Three Days Grace,
such as the song “Long Ride Home” by DOWN
THEORY, on their “Invisible Empire”
(spectrarecords.com) CD. Perhaps it’s the technology,
like the echo drum sounds of the ‘80s? These guys
are good in the genre, that’s not the issue, just
that it’s a bit cliché. Tatt sleeves? Check.
Goatees (both with and without moustaches)? Check. Shaved
heads? Check. Yeah, I know, “don’t judge a book…”
Okay, the music IS the crux. The musicianship is great,
the vocals by Nick Lee are gratefully front and center,
but the studio ravages his intensity by burying it in gloss
and overdubs. Very radio friendly, though. I’d like
to hear them be as fierce as they look, such as on the grinding
opening of “Someday.” Hey, that they cover the
Cure’s “Fascination Street” speaks volumes,
even if they “hard” it up a bit. Songs are about
being “Defiant,” “Over It” (one
of the best cuts), and “Pushing Back Tomorrow,”
among others, which are actually quite sound underneath
the technique. While there isn’t really a bad song
here, the treatment of them is, well… Bet they’re
awesome live, dude.
DREAM
DIARY is a Brooklyn trio, and their debut release
(on both CD and LP!) is “You Are the Beat” (kaninerecords.com).
The music and Jacob Danish Sloan’s vocals have a,
yes, dreamy pop quality to them with a ‘60s influence,
reminiscent of, yes, Dream Academy’s “Life in
a Northern Town,” right down to the nasal quality
and the really nice female backing by Madison Farmer (mostly
“ahhh / ahhh”). The guitar has a gentle, jangly
feel to it that matches the vocals quite well. The two acoustic
guitars, in fact, seem to dance around each other like a
balanced DNA helix; Alexander Iezzi’s drums sound
kind of processed and occasionally hollow (via production,
not playing). The songs have very nice melodies that are
romantically twee, a feel that is added to by the tight
harmonies and tighter reverb. Usually processing music to
this level is distancing for me, but in this case all the
elements pulled me in. The songs are consistent in the pattern,
and are also equally entertaining. That being said, I especially
liked the infectiousness of “El Lissitzky.”
Very cutesy, cuddly, and any of those other words of that
nature that at are at the tip of your tongue.
Every
musical milieu has its bands that lean toward the extremely
profane. For example, in country there’s Chinga Chavin
and Uncle Fucker. However, no genre can compete with punk.
I mean, the Sic F*ucks, Angry Samoans, (arguably) the Gizmos
and GG Allin are just the tip of the iceberg. The difference
with them and THE DWARVES, who have been
around for nearly 3 decades, is that this band produce some
amazing records, as their latest, “…Are Born
Again” (Greedy, c/o thedwarves.com), proves. These
San Fran guys are mainly hardcore, though they manage to
tackle many other stylings, such as the theme to a made-up
Manga show, “Zip Zero.” They were also early
users (i.e., pre-rap) of sampling. In my opinion, when they
get into their hardcore groove is when they really nail
it. Right from the start, they show their mettle on the
first cut, “The Dwarves are Still the Best Band Ever,”
whose chorus is “Let’s get high and fuck some
sluts… / Forever stuck in juvie lust / So what?”
Sex, drugs, suicide, murder, and slaggers are all fodder
with the likes of “Stop Me,” “You’ll
Never Take Us Alive,” “I Masturbate Me,”
“It’s a Wonderful Life of Sin,” “Happy
Birthday Suicide,” “Working Class Hole”
(love that title), “Your Girl’s Mom,”
and “FUTYD” (aka the double entendre “Fuck
You Till You Die”). There are some really funny social
commentaries as well, such as a treatise on the career of
an unnamed Bieber (“15 Minutes”), and the introduction
of a new dance, “Do the HeWhoCannotBeNammed”
(inspired by the band’s masked – and revolving?
- guitarist). Yes, they all have fake, funny names, including
The Fresh Prince of Darkness, and Rex Everything. The thing
is, though, that there is some amazing music and production
by Dwarves’ lead singer Blag Dahlia (aka Blag the
Ripper), and Eric Valentine (Slash, All American Rejects,
etc.). Two really great cuts among many others are “Bang
Up” and “The Band That Wouldn’t Die.”
Throughout the CD there are amazing harmonies, noise, musicianship,
sing-along lyrics, and a whole lot of fun. Also included
is a 2-hour DVD of clips from through the years of fighting,
nudity, and lots of live performances. You can watch Blag’s
changing hairline while listening to some entertaining music
and unbelievable visuals. Punk rawk!
What
is it about the mountains of upstate New York (spreading
east to the Berkshires) that brings out the folk sensibilities,
be it traditional, electric? Or in the case of THE
END OF AMERICA, as posited by their release of
“Steep Bay” (Forest Park, c/o theendofamericamusic.com),
modern folk (e.g., The Mammals, Kim Delmhorst. Started as
a side project, James Downes, Brendon Thomas, and Trevor
Leonard brought a battery powered recorder to a remote location
(for which the release is named) in the Adirondack Mountains,
and recorded live at various spots and times (including
during a rainstorm). There are conversations at the beginning
and ends of some of the tracks. The songs, which often employ
guitars and banjo, are not of the “Guantanamera”
type, but rather a more present approach, looking at the
world around from a self-reflective perspective, without
going emo. For example, my favorite cut is “Fiona
Grace,” concerning the protagonist’s discussion
with a three-year old child who is wise well beyond her
years. “The Hardest Thing” is a very sharp look
at the end of a relationship without bitterness. A fine
example of an experiment gone well.
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EAST
BAY RAY AND THE KILLER SMILES is led by EBR, who
used to be the guitarist for the Dead Kennedys. This, his
first solo release, is eponymous (mvdaudio.com). The rest
of the band is made up of DK fillers (i.e., the touring
band) and a member of the Wynonna Riders. The style doesn’t
exactly pick off where the DKs left off, however. While
leaning more toward pop punk than hardcore, they still manage
to steer clear of the cliché sounds. Sometimes (but
rarely) EBR’s vocals feel a bit loungey (especially
on the cover of Ernie Ford’s “16 Tons”),
but mostly it seems more like he is having a good time.
Every once in a while he even breaks out a bit of a harsher
bent, such as the excellent “It’s Broken.”
Also at the top for me is “The Last Time You Failed.”
Overall, it’s really a good release, thanks in part
to the solid studio work of the producer, Butthole Surfers’
guitarist Paul Leary (known more for his producing of the
overrated Sublime).
The
FLAT RIVER BAND comes from a long history of a
family harmonizing traditional C&W. Look at the Statlers,
for example, though the three Sitze sibs that make up FRB
are more in line with the Gatlin Brothers. “High Roller”
(flatriverband.com) comes across as somewhere between ole
timey C&W sounds and honky-tonk, leaning more towards
one or the other song-to-song, but usually falling somewhere
in the middle. They’re a fun band that doesn’t
push the boundary, but sits comfortably in its sound, which
is quite refreshing. With plush harmonies, guitar focus,
and original songs, whose topics cover, in part, positiveness
(“I’m Alright, I’m Okay”), loneliness
(“Lovely,” “Mr. Casino Man”), a
touch of southern rock (“High Roller,” ”Bitter
Sweet Humble Pie”), reminiscence (“Things I
Remember”), and even some lust here and there (“Blow
My Mind”). Their sound is consistent through the CD,
which is quite the feat, and yet they are diverse enough
that they could play seedy clubs, festivals, or even amusement
parks (hey, if it’s good enough for Reba…).
FLOATING
ACTION, named for the bass drum foot pedal, is
the side-project nom de music of Seth Kauffman, who is also
known for his work as a producer, not merely as a singer-songwriter.
On “Desert Etiquette” (parkthevan.com), in true
and pure DIY mode, he played every instrument and performed
the entire recording task himself. He certainly has the
knowledge. Genuine DIY is a thin line to walk; without any
outside feedback, there is usually a tendency to not really
be able to tell what will be successful. The predisposition
is to do too much with the technology simply because one
can. For Kauffman, it is debatable: on one hand, this release
is lo-fi, using an old Trident console with minimal instruments
and production values that keeps the sound a bit flat (as
in “popping,” not “out of tune”;
I don’t have a problem with that), yet the overuse
of reverb and overdubs of vocals sometimes feels oppressive.
And yet, I respect what he is trying to do. The songs are
pretty good, with just a hint of country (he is based in
North Carolina, after all, y’all). Funny thing is,
through all the tinny sounds, a clear instrument or vocals
will occasionally come through, such as the guitar during
“Rincon.” He sort of reminds me of a clearer
Jandek. If you’re a fan of low-fi, experimentation,
or DIY, this certainly may peak your interest, as it did
mine.
Back in the late ‘70s, I worked in a movie theater
in Bay Ridge as a ticket-ripper. They guy behind the candy
counter was in a band called Wünderbread (I still have
their cassette release), and we’d talk sometimes.
Marc Seligman went on to play in the seminal New York bands
the Cyclones and the Mad Violets (among others). Now he’s
backing up his 13 year old multi-instrumental and talented
songwriting son, Evan (who’s probably at least 14
by now). Evan (aka Johnny Lightening) and Marc (aka Johnny
Rock) have joined with guitarist Louis Mottola (aka Stuart
“Long” Johns) to form FOOLS ON SUNDAY.
They have been in the studio under the guiding hand of producer
Andy Shernoff (aka Andy Shernoff) to produce a four-song
EP, “The Best We Can Do! (reverbnation/foolsonsunday).
The two opening cuts, written entirely by Evan, have to
deal with school angst, including the humorous “Stupid.”
The other two, written by Marc and Evan are fun, especially
“Morning Blues” (which sounds like it could
have been one of the better O. Rex cuts). This is worth
checking out on their website. Meanwhile, before his voice
changes, the last I heard they were heading down to record
with Mitch Easter. Is Marc the coolest dad, or what?
Yeah,
so, I was born a Hungarian/Prussian in Brooklyn, but for
some reason, Celtic music has always had a soft spot in
my heart, since as long as I can remember. FOUR
CELTIC VOICES doesn’t disappoint with “Four
Leaf Clover” (gridleyrecords.com). The two main voices,
Celeste Ray (keys) and Erin Hill (harp) are razor sharp
that could probably cut glass, without being operatic, thankfully.
Most of the tunes here are covers that are so traditional
that they may have been hoary (such as “Molly Malone,”
“Greensleeves,” and “Danny Boy”),
but instead they work fine, especially the latter, sung
accurate at a very high pitch. Along with other covers like
“The Foggy Dew,” “The Blackbird”
and some jigs, there are also some originals, like “Psaltery
Dance #4” and “Angels,” which are more
of a mix of a traditional sound and more modern tones. Definitely
closer to the Rankins than the Corrs (again, thankfully),
the four (also including Wendy Luck on flute and Carol Crittenden)
work well together, aided by a few other (male) musicians
backing them up. Part of what makes this succeed above and
beyond is the simplicity of the actual recording. I’m
sure the arrangements are quite complex, but the sound is
stripped of extraneous studio handling.
I
am assuming FREEWOOD’s album, “Talanzias”
(freewood.bandcamp.com) is named after the tillandsia flower,
but who knows considering the number of ways the cover’s
image can be interpreted. This is the interesting one-person
side project of a Los Angeles musician, guitarist Micah
Lashbrook (from the band The Laughing Man). Definitely lo-fi,
the vocals are tinny and the instrumentation minimalist.
As the Website explains, “Micah tracked [the] singing
and playing at the same time to capture each songs’
raw emotion, stating how crucial it was to record ‘the
interplay between voice and instrument.’ No more than
10 takes of each song were laid down, then he'd pick the
take that conveyed ‘the most sincere interpretation
of the lyric and melody’.” Inspired by the death
of Lashbrook’s mother, there is a theme of sadness
and loneliness, though without being morbid. Lots of echo,
and overdubs, but that’s all the effort towards effects
that are here. Definitely an “art” project,
and luckily you can download the whole (or part) album from
the website listed above.
It
is amazing how fast CHAMPIAN FULTON’s
“The Breeze and I” (spectrarecords.com), a collection
of jazz standards, became a stalwart in our household. When
we have dinner parties (and yes, we do; one can live on
punk friends alone, but we don’t), we put this on.
And every single time, at least one person is bound to ask
about the disc. Fulton has a lovely voice and rocks a fine
piano on classics like “The Sheik of Araby,”
“The One I Love Belongs to Somebody Else,” “Say
It Isn’t So,” “Easy to Love,” “My
Heart Stood Still,” “If I Had You,” and
of course the title piece, among others. There are a fine
mix of instrumentals and vocal pieces, all done with full
heart.
I
had just commented to someone that I miss the whole ‘80s
garage revival scene when I received the new FUZZTONES
release, straight from Germany (where they now reside),
“Preaching to the Perverted” (stag-o-lee.com).
Recorded all in analog, the ‘Tones prove that, like
the Ramones, they didn’t really need to change their
sound, just make it better. With their feet firmly planted
in the tones (pun intended) of the likes of the Music Machine
and the Chocolate Watchband, the band sees the seedier side
of things, with tunes such as “My Black Cloud,”
“”Flirt, Hurt & Desert,” “Launching
Sanity’s Dice,” “Don’t Speak Ill
of the Dead,” “This Game Called Girl”
and “Lust Pavilion” [sic], they wallow in the
dirt; like living in a Russ Meyer film. Though time hasn’t
changed their focus, the band’s leader, Rudi Protrudi
(voice/lead guitar) addresses the passage of time with “Old.”
His partner in grime and usually co-songwriter, Lana Loveland
(vox) plays the heck out of her organ without it being overbearing,
even with the sharp opening of the collection. There is
lots of dissonance and salaciousness, but then they’re
just preaching to…well, you know. Sweet and evil,
a great combination.
The
GOLDEN DOGS have a third release, “Coat of
Arms” (dinealonerecords.com). GDs is a five piece
from Toronto, but is mainly focused around Dave Azzolini
and Jessica Grassia. Dave sings most of the songs, and Jessica
a few, though honestly I wish it was the other way around.
Dave’s pieces are recorded hot with some vocal distortion,
occasionally flattening the sound of his voice to adhere
to the neo-psych sounds, much of which is contrived via
their garage studio know-how. That being said, Dave’s
chant of “Come back to haunt ya” in “Darkroom”
is very effective. It’s nice how each song has its
own look at a modernization of the ‘60s, from the
Mersey Beat of “Lester” to the psych pop of
“Underwater Goldmine.” On “Movie’s
Over,” my fave cut here, Jessica sounds like the Shangri-Las.
She definitely has the better and stronger voice. All the
tunes have a level of jangly melodies and instrumentation
which works for them. Occasionally, though, it almost sounds
like the backing equipment are actually toy contraptions,
or like it was recorded underground. This is just the new
trend of alternative pop music that processes sounds rather
than just playing them. Sometimes it works, as it does here.
No,
I have never heard of GWENDOLYN before,
but after hearing “Bright Light” (Whispersquish,
c/o Gwendolyn.net), I learn that it’s my loss. She’s
a west coast singer-songwriter, here dabbling in what she
calls alt-country, but it seems to be more toward the former
than the latter. Lots of good twang inspired goodness about
relationships with people and the universe, without being
overdramatic in either. Her voice is reminiscent of early
Dolly Parton without the Deep South yee-haw vibe. Playing
the acoustic guitar, she is accompanied by some of her regulars
and helped by some bigwigs, such as Josh Grange (k.d. lange),
Tony Gilkyson (both X and the underrated Lone Justice),
famed glass harmonicist Douglas Lee, and producer Ethan
Allen, who has worked with the likes of Patty Griffin. Allen
works his charm with this collection, giving it a professional
feel without being overdone. Thank you, the world needs
more of that. Some of the crème de la crème
here include “Tater Tots & Whiskey Shots,”
“Plants,” “Durango,” “Monster
in My Heart, “ Sing This Song,” “Songbird,”
and “Let the Light.” Yes, there is more, and
I could have easily listed them all.
Supposedly,
according to their publicity, rockers HALFBROTHER
SID are one of the more popular bands in the genre
in the southeastern US. As far as I can hear on their messy
“Crazier Than Thou”, they’re alright,
but I don’t really see the fuss. Musicianship is fine,
with the guitar (Tony Harritan? Not sure of the spelling
as the text is confusing, and I’m too ambivalent to
look it up) in front, but usually melded in with everything
else. Vocalist Tony Jackson is suitable, but lacks the personality
and power of, say, Daltry. There is also too much of a reliance
on studio effects for the vocals that make me think they’re
a bunch of rock wannabes. Even their “Hate You”
sounds like they’re trying to jump on Three Days Grace’s
wave. Drummer Brian Kluender sounds like he’s getting
quite the workout though, and nods to him. Totally fine
for the Saturday night at the local rock club, but as headliners
on a tour? Why? They’re not bad, just bored me. Not
my genre, I guess. Anyway, for those completists, they do
a cover of Led Zeppelin’s “Ramble On.”
Good choice, as it’s one of the better cuts here.
RACHEL
HARRINGTON never fails to amaze me, and her latest,
“Celilo Falls” (Skinnydennis.com), is no exception.
Her voice has a depression era ring to it, and she uses
it to great advantage, backed by an excellent band with
banjo just behind the voice. Rather than taking the “Sunnyside”
road, she rambles down the dark, unlit byways of the Townes
van Zandt-level side of human nature. Gamblers (“House
of Cards”), morphine (“Little Pink”) and
a touch of gospel (“He Started Building My Mansion
in Heaven Today”) are just some of the scenery Rachel’s
all-original material brings to the listener. But it’s
hardly all bad news, with a touch of love and lust thrown
in there and there (“Where Are You,” “You’ll
Do,” “Let Me Sleep in Your Arms Tonight”).
Despite the sober tone that runs through the release, like
a river that is actually much deeper than it looks, Rachel’s
tunes are smart, sharp-edged, and quite beautiful. I’ve
compared her before to the likes of Alison Krauss and Emmylou
Harris, and I stand by that, with the caveat that they deserve
to be compared to her, as well.
The
tracks HERE WE GO MAGIC have released for
their “January EP” (secretlycanadian.com) were
the extras from when they recorded their “Pigeons”
LP. I can certainly see why they didn’t want to leave
these to languish somewhere. HWGM are a post-psychedelic
pop band who employs some electronica (synths, drum machines)
to back them up. Despite the reliance on electronics, the
songs are decent in a ‘80s sort of way. Luke Temple’s
vocals are in the aerie range with just the right amount
of harmonies from the rest of the band. The melodies are
equally light and enjoyable. Wish they’d rely less
on synthetic sounds and just play, as I believe it would
make the experience that much more enjoyable; for me, at
least. Sometimes it feels a bit too “precious”
for its own good (e.g., “Hollywood”), but they’re
gaining in popularity, so perhaps I’m the one that’s
wrong.
During
a past life, JOHN ILLSLEY was a founding
member of Dire Straits, so, I did not know who he was until
I heard his latest solo release, “Streets of Heaven”
(Creek Records, c/o johnillsley.com). He can definitely
hold his own, as this release shows. With a new back-up
band, Illsley examines at his life from a present perspective,
sometimes looking at the now, sometimes at the past (but
never from the then), but through most of the songs, there
is a feeling of the passage of time and regret. Sure, there’s
the lively, positive numbers, like “Young Girl”
(about, I am assuming, his daughter, as she leaves home),
but there’s past loves (“I Thought I Saw It
Coming”), the rearview mirror glance (“Toe the
Line”), and the looking ahead (the title cut, “Streets
of Heaven”). Illsley’s voice is deep and smoky,
sort of like a mid-period Leonard Cohen (which is possibly
unintentionally ironic as one of the songs here –
a cover – is “No Way to Say Goodbye”).
Most tunes are ballads with John’s lush guitar (and
on two of them, accompanied by Mark Knopfler), and it’s
not until the last couple of cuts that one can hear the
Dire Straits link more clearly. The songs are tightly produced
by Illsley and Guy Fletcher in the UK, with all but two
written by Illsley (others were by David Kenning). I’d
like to make a special mention of Chris White’s sax
work and Polly Wood’s background or co-vocals, both
of which bolstered the sound. Also, Paul Spong plays a solid
trumpet in the Mariachi-influenced “Tell Me.”
JOOKABOX,
who has a new release, “The Eyes of a Fly” (asthmatickitty.com),
is a foursome. Not quite sure why they need all four, since
the music is just programmed synths. Perhaps they play them
all rather than just using loops, but obviously there is
no need. And for me, no desire. They’re a noise pop
group whose vocals are chanted together in a mish-mash so
the lyrics become a bit obtuse (sort of like trying to understand
a Greek chorus who are all talking at the same time). Amazingly,
I made it all the way through. Now, once again, I am not
saying this is bad - in fact, it’s quite imaginative
- but this is not my idea of a good time. I’m more
of a plug-and-play kind of guy (excluding the whole Spector
wall of sound stuff). This noise makes me think it is right
that they come from the city of the Indy Speedway. Oh, and
in direct response to their stuff, let me add, “bleep
ork crack smash toot toot whaaaaaa.”
For
his seventh release, “Get Back to the Land”
(tedrussellkamp.com), TED RUSSELL KAMP
stretches the format for his music, yet manages to stay
with in the country genre, which is best suited for his
prominent near-slur drawl. For example, there’s a
bit of mainstream C&W with “If I Had a Dollar”
and “Georgia Blue.” On “Lonelytown,”
however, the musical syntax is reminiscent of some teen
idols like Frankie Avalon that may have been released in
the barely new ‘60s. “Aces & Eights”
has a bit of brogue infused, giving it a Jim Croce vibe.
“Time is a Joker,” lyrically strong, is also
a powerful slow burner that builds. “Get Back to the
Land” is more traditional C&W in a ‘70s
way. Well, you get the idea. The CD is broken into “Side
1” and “Side 2,” the first being more
musically light in tone if not subject, whereas the second
is darker, with use of more dissonance, but also leaning
toward more traditional C&W. TRK is known for his way
with a phrase, and he shows why here as well, with one of
my fave lines being “Her hair as black as the coffee
we drank all night," from “(Down at the) 7th
Heaven”.
Though
usually associated with is early prog band Hawkwind, guitarist
Huw Lloyd-Langton has fronted his own band, the
LLOYD-LANGTON GROUP (usually listed as just LLG),
even longer. Rallying from a series of illnesses since the
start of the millennium, he’s bounced back enough
to release his latest, “Hard Graft” (huwlloyd-langston.co.uk).
Huw brings a lot of his life into his songs, with topics
about missing both friends (“Hallo Friend”)
and his mother (“Hey Mama”), lamenting over
the lack of funding for cancer treatment (“PDT –
Photo Dynamic Therapy”), and more than one song about
the destruction of the planet by human hands. And Huw does
here what he does best, which is prog. His guitar and vocals
are echoic and processed, and part of his band (which varies
mostly between a trio and a quad) is a synth (played by
the late Tim Rice Williams). The instruments and vocals
are almost melded together through the prog process, giving
it a heavy (not in a metal sense), almost sopping feel.
Only the voice and guitar stand out. Perhaps it’s
because I was never a drug user that prog passed me by (or
the other way around) and I found myself in the more sparse
punk scene (which was also drug laden, ironically, but I
felt an affinity with the music). The songs average about
6 minutes each, and there’s an hour’s worth
here. They are not as turgid as most prog (also, Hawkwind
was better than most in this way), but this still feels
weighty and gravity-less at the same time. Yes, it’s
a true oxymoron because it fits for how it feels to me.
At the end are three “bonus” blues tracks that
are my favorite pieces on here. In pure delta style with
a Son House twang, these instrumentals are Huw by himself.
Yes, the same echoic sound is used, but with just the one
instrument, it feels more intimate than with a group.
By
the dark of night, in the studio and clubs, LANA
LOVELAND is the (not so) mild mannered vox organist
and back-up vocalist for the Fuzztones, but she indeed has
a (not so) secret life, revealed in her new CD, “Order
to Love” (lanaloveland.com). While still holding firm
to her garage sensibilities, there is some occasional expansion
into a harder sound that is more guitar based (Lenny Svilar,
who is also in the ‘Tones) and not nearly as dark,
but still playing with the temptations of the soul. Lana
definitely proves she has what it takes to be right up front
in a band, never letting go of the reins. There are a lot
of really fun guitar and organ focused rhythms that grind,
dance, and murmur with a fuzz beat. Every cut is a cut above,
especially “Missing Link” and the finale, “Constant
Furs.”
Though
JD MALONE & THE EXPERTS have just released
their freshman record, “Avalon” (itsaboutmusic.com),
these are not some just-outta-da-water musicians. Their
– er – expertise is obvious. They call themselves
country rock, but they’re more electrified country.
While residing in Pennsylvania, they sound like they could
be from Nashville, stepping of the stage of the Grand Ol’
Opry (they let in electric gee-tars these days, don’t
they?). While following somewhat in the C&W formula,
the band stretches that as far as they can, so the sound
is identifiable, yet they don’t appear cliché.
They start off strong with “Silver From,” and
end on a ballad with “Emmit Meets a Demon” (the
CD has 5 more songs than the online download, but more on
that later. Much of the music concerns a man’s relationship
with a woman, both in the height of passion and the “remember
when” stage. There’s no cheatin’ or lyin’
or other country chestnuts, just the natural progression
of a twosome, which is refreshing in itself for the genre.
There’s a couple of lyrical gender traps Malone (the
writer) gets caught in, especially with “She Likes
Me” (“And / She’s like me / She’s
my girl / She’s my baby”), which is actually
a good, catchy melody, just a bit treacle at times. Mostly,
however, he uses lyrics well, such as in “Sweet Evil
Things” (“You believe what you wanna believe
/ But I know of / Sweet evil things”), “Just
Like New” (“Hey the city lights don’t
make a great skyline”), or “Do What You Can
Do” (“I hope that when you think of me / You
smile unmistakenly / And I will try to do the same for you”).
There are some really great songs here as well, such as
the last one I mentioned and the title track. It is true
that there are a couple of songs that definitely would fall
into the country rock category (see, I told ya I’d
get to it), both of them the only covers: one is a countrified
“I Should Have Known It,” done originally as
a rocker by Tom Petty, and a very loyal homage to CCR’s
“Fortunate Son.” Also included with the CD is
a 37-minute DVD of their rehearsals, which includes a few
full songs. This may be their first, but hopefully they
will release more material into the world.
More
wonderful jazz, this time by KENNETH NASH.
His “Mama Blue Shoes” (megawavemusic.com) has
a rich palate of flavors, many of them with Latin rhythms.
Filled with originals, drummer / percussionist Nash is joined
with various other artists to present an hour of originals,
either written or co-written by him. The tunes are sparkly
and use a wide variety of instrumentation, including the
occasional synth (moderately, I’m happy to say). Sometimes
there are even vocals by the likes of Clairdee, the Sovereign
Ensemble, and once even Nash himself. I played this while
I was cleaning up the house, and it helped kept the chore
lively and happy.
Okies
OTHER LIVES are yet another band that rely
strongly on effects, with a touch of reverb (on instrument
and voice) smudging Jesse Tabish’s vocals, with electronica
sounds that produce as much a soundscape as a song. On “Tamer
Animals” (tbdrecords.com), some pieces are more successful
than others, such as the Celtic feel of “As I Lay
My Head Down,” “Dust Bowl III” (which
has a spaghetti Western/Ennio Morricone vibe; sidebar: hah,
just saw that they made the same reference in their press
release!), “Desert,” and “Weather”
(employs a Beatesque harmony style, though there’s
that drum machine sound…). The basic problem is that
the clatter becomes overwhelming after a while, with vowels
and melodies drawn out and stretched behind the effects.
There is a bit of a psych feel, but it mostly gets lost
in the production. Tabish states in the PR that ““Every
sound has a purpose without being too indulgent. There’s
nothing like, ‘Hey, let’s rock out on this!’
For better or for worse, it’s all our sound.”
They’ve been on some major tours, with bands like
the Decemberists and the National, so perhaps you shouldn’t
rely on my opinion, coz that’s all it is.
ROSALEE
PEPPARD is a folk singer from eastern Canada with
a traditional twist. On “Voices” (rosalee.ca),
she presents not only her own material, but uses the chance
to present the oral tradition, hence the name of the collection.
Rosalee’s voice has a soaring and endearing quality,
emphasized by her guitar or dulcimer. She is also joined
by others who add the likes of piano, accordion, cello,
fiddle and percussion. Rosalee has a message and a mission,
to bring positivity and enlightenment to her audience. She
finds imaginative ways to turn a negative to a plus in non-subtle,
but hardly preachy ways. For example, she takes the tune
of “The House of the Rising Sun” and puts the
words to “Amazing Grace” to it, renaming the
piece “The House of Amazing Grace”; and it works.
She also does a Beatles mix-em-up called “Blackbird
Medley.” In another mix-and-match, “Voice of
Nova Scotia,” she sings in Mi’kmaq, Arcadian,
Celtic, Germanic, African, and English. She is certainly
proud of the Maritimes, with tunes like “The Nova
Scotia Wild Blueberry Blues,” but my favorite ones
are when she tells stories or people who mean a lot to her,
such as writers Joyce Barkhouse and Elizabeth Bishop, and
of Helene Boulle, wife of the man (“Samuel”)
who founded parts of Nova Scotia and Quebec. There are also
memories of childhood (such as “On a Chair”)
and a nod to her partner (“Mon Amour”). The
two more standard covers are Neil Young’s “Play
Me” and Gordon Lightfoot’s “Pussywillows,
Cattails,” but I’d rather hear her original
songs and inventive takes of others’ work, such as
both the short and extended versions of her own “Breathing,”
both of which are presented here (the longer as a “bonus”
track). She has two previous albums which I intend to
enjoy, as well.
While
RACHEL PLATTEN may originate from Boston and now
reside in New York City, her sounds are more approached
from a further range. With her debut release, “Be
Here” (rockridgemusic.com), she presents light and
bubbly vocals, showing the influences of Latin and Caribbean
rhythms (among others) that prove well suited for her voice.
Backed mostly by either a piano or organ, she writes songs
that are touching and joyful, with the occasional stronger
emotion, yet most are catchy and the melodies remain with
the listener past the playing. Some of the stand outs are
“Nothing Ever Happens,” “Don’t Care
What Time It Is,” “Takes These Things Away,”
“You Don’t Have to Go,” and “All
I Seem to Do.” There is a bit of overproduction (so
common these days) and reliance on organ quirky sounds,
but honestly, it takes away very little from this. Go ahead
and enjoy this, and later I’ll say I told you so.
Coming
back with their sixth album, “Who’s Got Mine”
(Acetate.com), RHINO BUCKET has a proven
formula that’s actually a conglomeration of many other
styles. There’s the hair band guitar and vocals (especially
Guns N’ Roses), New York Dolls influx of planned sloppiness
and the punk attitude, and then there is the grunge…,
well, grunge. But - and this is the crux of the matter -
they not only make it work, the band takes on a synergistic
style of their own. It’s not hard to imagine their
mindset, with songs like “Drive Thru Liquor,”
“Chase the Case,” and “Hollywood and Wine,”
but there are a lot of other hints of nihilism abundant
with “Message in My Bottle” (“I ain’t
your friend / I ain’t your brother”), “Lifeline”
(“I got scars on my scars”), “Her Way”
(She went straight to hell and then she called it home”),
and “Rare Beauty,” which posits the joys of
BBW (“She came in at a quarter of a ton”), reminiscent
of Spinal Tap’s “Big Bottom.” There are
lots of anthemic melodies with sing-alongs, as the band
harmonizes as they sing/shout the catchy choruses. Hell,
this is a lot of fun.
If
you’ve never heard of RIVER ROUGE
before, there are aspects of its leader, Andre Comeau you
may likely have some familiarity. For example, he was one
of the original “Real World” reality stars (never
watched the show, nor it’s equally who-cares cousin,
“Big Brother”). He later was in a band called
Reigndance (nope, never heard them either), with Queens
of the Stone Age’s Dean Fertita. After three albums
on Glen Frey’s label (no, I’m not an Eagles
fan), they broke up and after discovering bluegrass and
singer-songwriter style, Comeau formed this dynamic band
(named after a suburb in Detroit). There is a bluegrass
thing happening throughout “Not All There Anymore”
(reverbnation.com), with the use of banjo, mandolin, pedal
steel guitar, violin, sax, and the like, but understand
that this is solid bar band rock. Mind you, it is top notch,
but they lean more towards that sound with inflections of
‘grass. The songs are really good in the bar band
genre, and they could give just about any fan of that style
a reason to stick around and hear them out. Fave cut is
“No Good For Nothing,” recorded live, and not
just because it was recorded at the Rockwood Music Hall,
one of my fave places to see bands.
I’ve
been enjoying STACIE ROSE releases for
a while now. Her newest, “Alter-Ego” (stacierose.com)
is in two parts in a set of discs. One section is titled
“Means to an End,” and it is full of some excellent
sounds. Her pop rock sound is sharp (possibly the best I’ve
heard her yet, and that’s saying a lot), backed by
the likes of the Bongos’ James Mastro and Steve Conte,
who is currently filling the Thunders’ role in the
New York Dolls. All six songs are bluesy and pop at the
same time, and truly top-notch. It’s actually hard
to pick a fave, but “Maybe Tonight,” “Raw
Sugar,” “Means to an End”… nah,
can’t pick. The second disk is called “Raw Sugar,”
which is both new songs and some remixes of cuts from the
other disk. Now, I love Stacie, but I found this nearly
unlistenable. Between the auto-tune, the nearly techno beats
and rap (from Garrison Hawk in one case), it was everything
one can find on Top-10 radio, which is where this truly
deserves to be. There are some imaginative sub-names to
this side (Captain Danger mix, Allergic to Gravity mix,
Caffeinated-Procrastination mix), and I wish I could say
I loved it as much as the other disc, but there is nothing
I want to hear again. Even Stacie’s voice is so flattened
through the auto-tune, it could be anyone. Get this for
the “Means to an End Disk,” and give the other
one to your tween cousin: everyone can be happy.
As
DAVID SERBY shows with “Poor Man’s
Poem” (davidserby.com), sometimes the way forward
is to go backwards. Or, perhaps a better way to put it is
“retro.” Serby’s previous releases were
more honky tonk country, but for this, he’s singing
cowboy songs reminiscent of Marty Robbins’s “El
Paso,” or saddle versions of, say, Nanci Griffith
or Rachel Harrington’s revision of the depression
period. He sings sad and lonely songs about being on the
prairie and missing loved ones, saloons, suicide, and working
on building the railroad. The impetus of this look at desperation
of Serby’s was his noticing the new depression fostered
by the economy (I’ll take it a step further and say
the Bush spending that the government is now trying to rectify
– and getting blamed for, ridiculously enough; but
I digress…). Despite the throwback of material style,
Serby sings the songs plainly and with a lonesomeness in
his voice sans twang, just a sound of despair that is actually
quite compelling. His back-up musicians help without overwhelming,
which truly is necessarily in this story-telling style.
Whether the listener likes tales of cowboys, Wild West shows,
social pressures, or enjoys depression era music with weepy
fiddles and steel pedal, this is a sure bet, especially
tunes like “Off the Caroliners,” which successfully
borders both.
Referring to SPYRO GYRA’s latest
release in a long history of recordings, “A Foreign
Affair,” band member / leader / saxist Jay Beckenstein
stated about the worldwide feel of this newbie: “It’s
more Spyro Gyra being influenced by the world…mainly
we’re flavoring our music with these influences.”
That’s pretty accurate, as they lend their jazz towards
rhythms that include India (one song is sung in Hindi, sort
of Bollywood lite), Trinidad, reggae, and mostly those from
South America. Now for those who are familiar with their
umpteen records, there’s no need to explain their
version of jazz, and for those who aren’t acquainted,
this is surefire material for the lite jazz stations. Well
played by the five musicians that make up SG, of course,
it sounds great and clear, though it’s surely learning
more towards the supermarket PA than, say, bop. This is
quintessential jazz that you’ll hear in the dentist
office or while being put on hold. Nothing offensive, nothing
“out there,” just some well played instrumentation
with strong flavors. No, I’m not putting it down;
as I said, the musicianship is wünderbar; I’m
just doing my job of trying to explain what I am hearing.
From
Edmonton, Alberta, NATHANIEL SUTTON presents
the listener with somber, basic, down to earth singer-songwriter
material on his self-titled release (engineerrecords.com
/ oakapplerecords.com) With its accompaniment and harmonies,
the collection still comes down to basically the song, the
singer and – in this case – his guitar. The
production is never overdone and keeps the integrity of
the sound, including “Come Back Home,” one of
the heavier-produced tunes, but is still one of the bet
cuts among many good ones. Another one that I found impressive
is “Nickel or Dime,” which has lots of musical
sharp edges. The tunes lean towards the ineffectualness
of relationships and life in general, but manages not to
be depressing, thankful to some quality songwriting and
emotional vocals. His deep voice resonates, even where not
pitch-perfect. Then, out of nowhere, comes “Zombies
Are Everywhere,” meant literally rather than figuratively
(in the media; he is apparently a fan of the television
show, “The Walking Dead”). A pretty successful
release.
SARABETH TUCEK recorded the entire “Get
Well Soon” (SonicCathederal.co.uk) album in her Brooklyn
apartment. She has become a hipster goddess through not
only her associations with Smog and the Brian Jonestown
Massacre, but mostly by her excellent work, such as this,
her second release (about to be re-released as a double
album as most copies were destroyed in a fire). This collection
is quite moving and mostly ballads, as it was a response
to the passing of her father, but it is hardly morose in
any way. It is, however, quite emotional and close to the
heart. Songs like “The Wound and the Brain”
and “Smile For No One” sounds very intimate,
almost like she’s singing directly into your ear.
Kudos to both Sarabeth and her producer, Luther Russell,
for not needing to add the kitchen sink, but keeping it
simple while still employing flourishes wisely for enhancement
rather than drowning. I only have a digital copy of this
so I’m a bit short on info, like who played what on
what, but I certainly know that, backed by songs like “The
Doctor” and “Exit Ghost,” I easily can
recommend this.
Gotta
say, UP FOR NOTHING remains one of my favorite
high-energy hardcore pop bands. From the first time I saw
them – their first gig, in fact – at Bensonhurst’s
Punk Temple, I knew they had something. And after a few
years and recordings, they just get more solid. As shown
by their latest, “Twelve Stories Down” (myspace.com/uipfornothing),
Justin Conigliaro has become an ever stronger melodic songwriter
without losing any of the punch. Songs change up in the
middle, from a drive to a jackhammer to a sledgehammer.
You’d never know it was a power trio rather than a
foursome or more (and this is true live, as well) from the
chants and harmonies. Every song is chock full of energy
and just flies. Justin’s vocals have gotten better
as well, and the production here is top notch. Just the
right of gloss without the phoniness. Man, this is a delightful
record. Usually at this point of the review, odds are I’d
start saying “my fave cuts are…” but screw
that, because it’s impossible to pick one; they’re
all great. NYHC legend Ernie Parada (Grey Area, Token Entry,
etc.) joins in on the excitement on two cuts. And remember,
UFN = FUN.
“Boston
Cream” (Endora’s Box, c/o myspace.thevarmintsboston)
is the latest release by THE VARMINTS,
hailing from the Boston area. Actually, they’re more
than just “based” there, as vocalist and guitarist
is none other than Billy Borgioli, ex- of both the Real
Kids and Classic Ruins, who were part of that parallel period
of explosion that changed the face of music in the late
‘70s and early ‘80s. While harder than the Real
Kids and softer than, say, Aerosmith, the Varmints are a
solid outfit of rock with some pop leaning, with lots of
guitar. As I said, the Boston sound. The all-original 22
minute opus starts off strong with a bit of sex rockers
(think J. Geils Band’s “Hot For Teacher,”
Willie Alexander’s “Hit Her Wid de Axe,”
Aerosmith’s, well, everything) “Boston Cream”
and “Baby’s Off Her Rocker” (not to be
confused with the Waldo’s “Crazy Little Baby”…
okay that was sort of a nod to the label’s owner),
they flow into some good rock sounds with just the right
flair of pop thrown in to keep the melody flowing. The guitar
solos are there, but never intrusive or overstaying their
welcome. Borgioli’s vox is gravely and keeps up with
the music which enhances the songs ever that much further.
All these songs are sing-along-able (is that even English?).
The closer, “Rosalita,” which was co-written
with Borgioli with the late Alpo Paulino of the Real Kids,
is heavy and based on the I-IV-V. Like I might have said:
wicked Boston sound.
With
the 1980s just around the corner, and having recently come
out of rehab after years as a rock god, JOHNNY WINTER
made a firm statement in 1979 that he was moving back to
his first love, the blues. On “Live at Rockpalast”
(MVDvisual.com), the German television show, his trio with
whom he’d previously rocked out support him through
some solid electric versions of the delta sound. Also out
as a longer DVD, this collection just wails. It starts off
powerfully with the likes of “Hideaway,” “Messin’
With the Kid,” “Walking’ By Myself,”
and “Divin’ Duck,” each one a gem of screaming
and stretched guitar strings. Simply a joy, each song is
long and rambling, but never losing home. The last three
cuts, however, is where this gets muddied. Bassist Jon Paris
takes over the lead for “I’m Ready” and
“Rockabilly Boogie,” before Winter concedes
his rock and roll lineage and out-plays Keith Richards on
“Jumpin’ Jack Flash.” Now, there were
a number of other songs that were left off due to time constraints,
but why cut out Winter’s material for those of Paris?
While Paris is no slouch himself, he is not “the man.”
However, even if you just play the first four cuts and leave
it at that, it’s still longer than most records, and
worth finding.
Lancaster,
PA resident DENISON WITMER is a prolific
singer-songwriter in the folk-pop genre. His 13th album
in 15 years, “The Ones Who Wait” (monovsstereo.com),
shows that his consistency of quality makes him worth the
listen, even after all that material. Song titles like “Brooklyn
With Your Highest Wall,” “Life Before Aesthetics,”
“I Live in Your Ghost ” and one of my fave cuts,
“Two and a Glass Rose,” belay that there is
some deep thought involved. Witmer’s plush voice is
soft, gentle, and full of emotion, which works well with
his introspective look at love and life. He uses a varied
array of instrumentation to back him up (not sure which
is him and which is guest as I have a digi copy, though
I know he’s an accomplished guitar picker), from banjo,
guitar and synth, all to good effect. There seems to be
a strong ‘60s ballad influence running through his
material, which suits his voice (think Scott McKenzie).
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