Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Poly Styrene from X-Ray Spex is coming back and she and her daughter have made a song called "Black Christmas," which you can watch here.


Also, Vice put up a fancy little documentary on garage rock and it's really quite enjoyable. Watch, watch, watch.

Les Savy Fav - Root for Ruin

Review of the most recent Les Savy Fav record, unfortunately with the term "beary nice" edited out. The record's not bad. It's actually pretty good. It sounds like a Les Savy Fav record. Which makes it pretty good.


Purchase Root for Ruin

AH JESUS THIS WILL BE AWESOME


Wednesday, October 27, 2010

The Fresh & Onlys - Play It Strange


Review of the new Fresh & Onlys record! Right here:


Genuinely one of my favorite records to come out this year, and they're opening for Clinic this fall! (At the Troubadour in West Hollywood on November 20)

Purchase Play it Strange

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Oh, Ari.

By now you've likely heard that Ari Up of the Slits passed away, allegedly from untreated cancer, yesterday. I was actually sitting at a Hugh Cornwell show when I heard the news - quite appropriate to be watching a fellow Brit active from the '70s forward, I s'pose. And it was perhaps the first time I've been shocked and saddened by a famous death since Lhasa after the new year, the only ones prior to that being Lux Interior and perhaps Elliott Smith.

There's probably not a female punk fan out there who could claim to not like the Slits - I'm not going to throw out a long spiel about how they were role models for women in music, blah blah, because I wasn't around in the '70s to see them open for the Clash and I'd feel like a phony if I did go on with that argument. But I did discover them as an old teenager/young adult, probably like most did several decades ago, and even knowing that the music was over 20 years old by then, and that women had become punk rockers and musicians since, the female thing being nothing special by the turn of the millenium, I still found myself wowed, because really, no one sounds like them, even to this day. Cut sounds more like a jungle soundtrack than anything else I've ever heard (well, that side of an Animal Collective show I caught sometime six years ago, anyway). And their live recordings are sloppy and rude, as they should be.

But then, Ari Up. I feel lucky to live in a time when so many bands from my parents' record collections have reunited and toured as middle-aged groups celebrating their classic efforts. The Slits are one of these - I had the chance to see them at the Troubadour in Los Angeles in late 2006, and though my initial impression was that all the kids and new members made the reunion sort of a forced gathering, with Hollie Cook's attention-whorism not yet earned given who we were there to see (no, I don't care who your father is), my impression by show's end was that, fuck, the band had sort of become a family, this combination of teenagers and middle aged mums. And Ari Up was like an outgoing, happy mom, pulling the whole thing together and providing balance to Tessa Pollitt's solemn face, throwing her helicopter dreads about the air and dancing in a neon swimsuit-type thing, and showing off her L.A. pride, because years prior, her kid had been born in "Cuuul-vah Cityyyy!" She made music fun. A lot of musicians take themselves seriously because music is art, or whatever. And the chance to see a woman sing with spirit, rather than prettily, like someone's watching, and dance, and swear, and have fun on instinct, is so badly lacking at present. The privilege to watch her sing was a onetime thing, but I'm thrilled to have had it.

Purchase Live at the Gibus Club, recorded in Paris in 1978.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Mo' junk

Hiya! I'm a bit behind on this, though better late than forgotten - a new 7-inch came out on the Scion A/V Garage series earlier this month, and this time it features Kid Congo Powers (most famous, really, for being a founding member of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, and leaving the Gun Club and the Cramps at the wrong time in their respective careers), as well as Hunx and His Punx, who recently supported a touring Frankie Rose and the Outs (and will probably suit John Waters fans relatively well).

Download of both tracks available here (yes, fo' free!)

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Number two. The lovely Fat Possum Records is going to begin reissuing a whole mess of T. Rex albums, beginning with The Slider on October 26. You can pre-order this one here. That Bolan fellow was a hottie.

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For those sad bastard Americana lovers, Nick Loss-Eaton (a very nice fellow and publicist in Brooklyn who, in the past year, promoted a great record by Nick Curran) has released an EP as Leland Sundries, and you can hear his deep, deep voice and hear some deep, deep thoughts at his website, where there's a stream of his music and a nice little link with which you can purchase it. He'll be touring the South and the Northeast this fall - have a look at the schedule.

Leland Sundries - Elegy

The Twilight Sad - The Wrong Car

Review of the gorgeous new Twilight Sad 12" located here:

http://yourfleshmag.com/music/the-twilight-sad-the-wrong-car-12-ep/

Remixes are unnecessary, but left untouched, the band can basically do no wrong.

Purchase The Wrong Car, then watch the videos of their acoustic performances at Drowned in Sound that were posted a few days back, then watch the video for "The Wrong Car" to find out what you just bought. (It was totally filmed in L.A.!)

Monday, October 4, 2010

Blonde Redhead - Penny Sparkle

Review of the new Blonde Redhead record here:

http://yourfleshmag.com/music/blonde-redhead-penny-sparkle-cd/

It's got all sorts of tracks that'll be heard overhead in your local branch of Forever 21.

Blonde Redhead - Here Sometimes
Purchase Penny Sparkle

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Frankie Rose and the Outs

Review of the debut record by Frankie Rose and the Outs, HERE!!

In a nutshell, this record is undoubtedly a product of Frankie Rose's efforts in several other bands, and though done and done again in style, is nearly flawless. One of the better albums to come out this year, surely for fans of her former bands Vivian Girls, Crystal Stilts, or Dum Dum Girls, and yet, a bit better than all of the above. Arguably.

If you're in L.A., she'll be at the Smell this Saturday, and the Echo this Sunday. Woohoo!


Purchase Frankie Rose and the Outs

Friday, September 17, 2010

The Vaselines - Sex with an X


Hallo, here's a mostly-sad review of the new Vaselines record, behind this here link. Much like the last Thermals record, this was a "dear lord, please let me like this--ah shite, I don't like this" sort of experience. Read a more articulate explanation here:


http://yourfleshmag.com/music/the-vaselines-sex-with-an-x-cdlp/


The Vaselines - Sex with an X

Track by track explanation here. Which somehow makes the record seem better than it is on its own, if only because Eugene and Frances are so damn cute and articulate.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

The Thermals - Personal Life


Hi, people. I started writing for a new web 'zine thingy, called Your Flesh. It's not new. I'm new to it. The Thermals have a fifth album out. It is new. My review of the record, like me, is new to Your Flesh. Looky here:


http://yourfleshmag.com/music/the-thermals-personal-life-cdlp/


And here is a video for the Thermals' new single, "I Don't Believe You," starring the lovely Carrie Brownstein. I give the concept a five out of ten. Sort of like the record. Pains me to write that, given how much I love this band. C'est la vie.


Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Recording quality like tin cans, in this monthly post.


Hallo, friends. It seems a good time to make a monthly appearance here and post pieces of the wonderful Scion A/V Garage 7" records that've been getting released this year.

This week, they've got a split from reunited Memphis garage band Oblivions and Andre Ethier (former Deadly Snakes frontman, not the - erm - baseball player), and the respectively rough and rootsy qualities of each single provide a good impression of variety for something that only features two tracks.

If you like Andre Ethier, I'd recommend this one, which I listened to quite a bit midway through college. Nice trebly Americana recording (which is apparently now hard to find, save for iTunes and Target, so it seems).

Released earlier in the month was a great split between Cheap Time and Bad Sports. Also not to be missed if you like your music to sound like tin (which I do...hopefully you do, as well).

P.S. Cheap Time is loads of fun - more info on them here.

Oh, and speaking of rad garage rock, the Gories are coming to L.A. next week.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Dead. Dead. Very very dead.


Death is nigh.

Funnily, I'd never given much thought to either of these, except that I'd often run across Mitch Miller's compilations in the vinyl clearance bins and get him momentarily confused with Rolf Harris, the other fellow with the pointy goatee, who is very much still alive, and upon his death, my first thought was, Mitch Miller wasn't already dead?? And as for Hebb, I spent years treating "Sunny" as one of my very favorite songs, having run across it on an unlabeled compilation at one point, never having a clue who'd sung it, only to look him up one day and find out not only his name but that he has some other brilliant stuff to his name. So this is that, and perhaps the biggest admittance of musical ignorance that I've announced to this day. But here are a couple'a songs.

Mitch Miller and the Gang - Silent Night
Why, it's like Christmas in August!

Bobby Hebb - Sunny
This is quite nice as well.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

WHOA FUN

6pm at the Echoplex, July 24!
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Side note!

The lovely and elegant Will Stratton has already recorded a third record, and it will be out at the end of this month. It's gonna be bee-yoo-tee-ful, I can smell it. Listen to the first two tracks off New Vanguard Blues RIGHT NOW.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Hoo-ray!

It's coming, it's coming!
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New musics!

Frankie Rose and the Outs - "Little Brown Haired Girls"
(Out in September on Slumberland)

Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti - "Round and Round"
Purchase Before Today

Pierced Arrows - "The Doorway"
Purchase Scion A/V Garage split 7" (with Black Lips)

Meursault - "Sleet"
Purchase All Creatures Will Make Merry

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Marco Mahler - Laptop Campfire Speed

Were every musician to have a “schtick” of some sort, that belonging to Marco Mahler would be the ability to create perfectly symmetrical shapes with sound; his songs drive subtly with a forward movement, but using enough of a constant push that they can play soundtrack, in mind, to the construction of a linear path, and the building of squares. This description seems abstract, but it's not so silly when considering that most music brings to mind a particular memory or idea – that the vision to pop up would be an abstract image and not a face or landscape, then, is how to best explain his music, which is never overpowered by any of its few elements, or as dreary as it ought to be given the pieces that comprise it.

“Beautiful Monsters” finds you stuck in a rhythm, tapping along, perhaps to those taps already programmed, perhaps to the cyclical movement of Mahler's acoustic guitar, and when “Cell Phone Antenna Trophy” begins, you wind up being carried into the same gentle rhythm, so easily sucked into a trance by these few sounds, not even distracted by the musician's Bill Callahan narration, which is hardly sung at all. And in fact, this pattern continues through the album's conclusion, never pausing, with the exception of “James Alley Blues,” a cover originally by Richard Rabbit Brown, which is perhaps the weakest track here if only because Mahler's low range is stretched a touch. But the song stands out as a rainy day blues number that lets Mahler's guitar ability shine, and is an unexpected break, on this record, from what is now apparent as his signature style.

Laptop Campfire Speed is a welcome return for Mahler, whose debut was one of my favorites of 2007, whose records are like Multi-Panel's “Night Stranded Drummers” on constant repeat, and whose next release will hopefully require something less than a three-year timetable.


Marco Mahler - Soft as a Train
Marco Mahler - Cell Phone Antenna Trophy
Purchase Laptop Campfire Speed (released today!)

Friday, May 14, 2010

Neverever!

Hallo, it's been a while. Trying to get back to this stuff.

On with. The Champagne Socialists (Jihae Simmons Meek, former Royal We, and Wallace Meek – aw, a love story! – formerly of Bricolage) are now called Neverever. And they've got a debut record coming out May 25. Appropriately, they embody the musical stereotypes of '80s Glasgow and '60s Los Angeles: jangly, poppy, sunny, treble-heavy. And they're going on a mini tour of the northeast. How nice.


Some old stuff:
Champagne Socialists - Blue Genes
Bricolage - Lucinda Said

Look for Neverever tour dates and stream their NEW songs! They'll be trotting along the American Northeast in late May, rounding things out with a local show to promote their new record, June 14 at 2 Headed Horse (1770 Glendale Blvd, Echo Park).

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Neeeewwwhollygolightlyahhhhhhhhh...

Holly Golightly and the Brokeoffs have a new record!
Buy it and then see them on tour. Go!!!

Apr 6 2010 - The Nick - Birmingham, Alabama
Apr 7 2010 - Sticky Fingerz Chicken Shack - Little Rock, Arkansas
Apr 8 2010 - The Prophet Bar - Dallas, Texas
Apr 9 2010 - Emo’s Alternative Lounge (Indoor) - Austin, Texas
Apr 10 2010 - Mango’s - Houston, Texas
Apr 12 2010 - Plush - Tuscon, Texas
Apr 13 2010 - The Casbah - San Diego, California
Apr 14 2010 - Spaceland - Los Angeles, California
Apr 16 2010 - The Blank Club - San Jose, California
Apr 17 2010 - Cafe Du Nord - San Francisco, California
Apr 19 2010 - Doug Fir Lounge - Portland, Oregon
Apr 20 2010 - Capitol Theatre Backstage - Olympia, Washington
Apr 21 2010 - Media Club - Vancouver, British Columbia
Apr 22 2010 - The Funhouse - Seattle, Washington
Apr 23 2010 - Red Room - Kennewick, Washington
Apr 24 2010 - BLVD *EARLY SHOW* - Spokane, Washington
Apr 25 2010 - Neurolux - Boise, Idaho
Apr 27 2010 - Hi Dive - Denver, Colorado
Apr 28 2010 - The Waiting Room - Omaha, Nebraska
Apr 29 2010 - The Record Bar - Kansas City, Missouri
Apr 30 2010 - The Firebird St. - Louis, Missouri
May 1 2010 - Hi-Tone Cafe - Memphis, Tennessee

Listen to new stuff here and old stuff there.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Slang Chickens - Slang Chickens

Slang Chickens have been churning out a steady stream of live performances around Los Angeles since forming a couple of years ago; the tracklisting that’s finally been pressed onto a self-released record is essentially the setlist that’s been helping them build an audience since 2008, and to some extent this works against the band’s favor. The live energy of the band, an amplified version of their cowpunk, electric blues and local rock blend, does not translate as well as hoped on these studio recordings, the production too clean comparatively, and Evan Weiss’ vocals only emphasized as some awkwardly slick yet nasal version of JP Hasson (former Pleaseeasaur).

“Club Love” has a good rhythm to it that’s cheapened a bit with too much electric fuzz; “Let’s Microwave” – though an apparent live favorite – is filler, raucous for the sake of being so but lacking a case for the idea that a song can be great despite mediocre lyrics, and “Blues (Dripping Down My Leg)” is a heavy blues track that breaks down unexpectedly into a Latin bridge and then bounces back.

“Parasited Out” is a quickly paced pop song that sounds rather reminiscent of the Soft Pack (who, perhaps coincidentally, have a song called “Parasite”), and yes, the likeness has been suggested elsewhere. No two songs here are alike, and while there is no confusion of identity, the record is not consistently rough as with their live presence. They get tons of Gun Club references, but what they don't have is a leader with frantic energy, wailing as though his life depended on it (though, hell, anyone looks overly stylized next to Jeffrey Lee Pierce). But everything about this band is so damn likeable, and they could certainly make an excellent case for a live record. Step two.


Slang Chickens - Tropics
Purchase Slang Chickens (or stream it!)

Friday, March 5, 2010

Miles Kurosky - The Desert of Shallow Effects

This solo debut was arranged with the assistance of more than thirty musicians and vocalists, adding touches like oboe, toy piano, accordion, pots and pans and finger snaps, Kurosky himself credited with the iron fist (sorry, Iron Fist) that holds the mess together in a single space.

Certainly, there’s a lot of Beulah on this record – namely, a good deal of work by multi-instrumentalist, vice-producer and ex-Beulah bassist Eli Crews, as well as drummer Daniel Sullivan, keyboard player Patrick Abernethy, and guitar/keyboard player Pat Noel. And it seems Kurosky’s gone back on his lack of desire to perform under his own name. So, after multiple surgeries, a marriage, a bittersweet move in and out of L.A., and four years of song construction, here’s a post-Beulah Kurosky.

This is the much-expected pop record that appropriately follows Beulah’s breakup, which occurred just prior to bigger-is-better indie pop taking off halfway through the last decade. As a result of his timing, which was perhaps ahead of the game during Beulah’s run, not so much today, this style of pop has the potential to feel a touch stale today, though it's nice and full, like his pre-Yoko period. But the lyrics are the thing, and this album is an effort spanning approximately four years, so issues of timing can sort of be tossed aside.

And it's got some beautiful gems. “She Was My Dresden” is simple, and a love song of the most subtle variety, a bit of a heartbreaker. Album conclusion “West Memphis Skyline,” like much of the record, reads like a story, a firsthand narrative that perhaps hits its high point at such: “He said it’s true that Jesus loves his sinners, but in the end it never really matters because He falls in love the same way as us, and if you think He feels no pain just wait ‘til His heart breaks.” Where this leads? “I was stoned out in the avenues, but I still found my way back to you. Where nothing in this world really matters except the sound of my own heart’s patter.” It doesn't go so far as "he wouldn't ever cut his heart out for you," but the man can still pair some words that are sweet and true.


Purchase The Desert of Shallow Effects
See him on tour.

Friday, February 19, 2010

The Soft Pack! - s/t

The Soft Pack finally released a “debut” full length this month, and it's about time, seeing as they've been performing under this name since not long after their first and last record as The Muslims was released. In those last couple of years they've shifted over to Kemado (current home of Langhorne Slim!), switched up 50 percent of the band (bass player Dave Lantzman and drummer Brian Hill – the latter of whom just may be the best drummer in L.A.), and have made the transition from San Diego to Echo Park. And, hell, they're getting some nice features now, like this one the L.A. Times wrote up on their effort to tour ten Southern California stops in a single day, in promotion of this new record.

So, the record. It's really bleedin' good. All this stuff about Modern Lovers this and Velvet Underground that is sort of out the window – actually, scratch that. It's like variations on “Someone I Care About” to fill the length of an LP, but more deadpan than silly, thanks to Matt Lamkin's delivery (and mother of god, the Times referred to such as not unlike Charles Grodin, perhaps scarily and accurately). There's not a lick of filler on this record, which, due to Hill's brilliant energy, is more retro punk than easygoing surf rock, as had been the case with the first Muslims album. The best part about these songs is that they're even better live.

This is a very sloppy review that says little. Apologies. Just listen to the stuff.


Where they've been:
The Muslims – My Flash on You (Love cover, B-side to “Extinction” 7-inch)
The Soft Pack – Grinding Halt (Cure cover, A-side to its own 7-inch)

Where they are:
The Soft Pack - More or Less
Purchase The Soft Pack

Friday, February 5, 2010

Sunday, February 7th
@ the Strange
4316 Melrose Avenue, Los Angeles

No Age
Vivian Girls
(B)Abe Vigoda
Darker My Love
Best Coast
Nodzzz
+ many more

$10 / Starts at 12:00pm sharp / All Ages
Purchase tickets here.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Nick Curran and the Lowlifes - Reform School Girl

What with all the revivalist movements that’ve happened – come now, surely there’s something new to invent! – I’d approached Nick Curran with some hesitance. He could be any scrawny white kid out of Whittier who dons a patch of chin hair and idolizes the rockabilly movement that’s become somewhat stale at this point. Maybe he is that guy. Scratch that – he's not that guy, he's from Maine. But he’s got something that a lot of rock and roll revivalists don’t have, and it’s the ability to really mimic his heroes. This isn’t said scrawny white kid doing a smooth, swingin’ cover – it’s said scrawny white kid doing a nearly flawless Gerry Roslie wail, and a cover of “Tough Lover” that’d have Etta James herself raising a thick eyebrow.

Perhaps not unexpectedly, the title track is the weakest on the record, and comes closest to the sound of that modern imitation that’s been attempted so often of late (see Jail Weddings, the Pipettes). A couple of tracks could be done without, maybe, but then, Elvis was a bit cheesy, too. Curran plays a thick guitar, thanks to a solid family background in rockabilly and rock and roll, and wails with a believable toughness. Reform School Girl, rough around the edges, sharpened with brass, could’ve been pressed on vinyl fifty years ago (Curran uses vintage recording equipment, natch), and it’d sound just as well.

Also, he has cancer of the tongue! Support that voice while he's got it.


Nick Curran - Kill My Baby
Preorder Reform School Girl

Friday, January 22, 2010

Stiff Records - The Last Compilation...Until the Next One


This is a solid collection of pop off London's Stiff Records, a promo copy of the 1980 compilation that somehow neglected to list Lene Lovich on its tracklisting. Shame. Anyway, this features a spirited yet toned-down cover of Gene Pitney's "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance," the first single from all-lady post-punk group the Mo-dettes, and an admittedly dated pop track from Any Trouble, who released a new record on Stiff most recently in 2007, just a year after the label got back up and running. Also featured is Wreckless Eric, who re-signed to Stiff in the last couple of years with his wife, Amy Rigby, and who remains perhaps my favorite artist on the label (really now, who can resist the sloppy charm of "Reconnez Cherie" or "Brain Thieves?").

It'd be a crime to not give mention to the liner notes, credited as such:
Potted biographies 'n' puerile blather knocked out at incredible speed on a dodgy typewriter by Tony Rounce

Rounce himself says, of compilation closer "Smash It Up":

We've used the version from their wonderful Chiswick album 'Machine Gun Etiquette' here - it's twice as long as the single, and twice as much fun!!!

So true! Perhaps more entertaining is his note about the Mo-dettes, though, of whom he predicts:

(1)The Mo-dettes will make many more great records...
(2)Their bank balances will improve drastically as a result...

No, I don't believe his instinct was spot on. But the Mo-dettes could knock out a catchy tune.

Side A

Dexy's Midnight Runners - Dance Stance
Lew Lewis Reformer - Win or Lose
The Cure - Jumping Someone Else's Train
Madness - Bed and Breakfast Man
Any Trouble - The Hurt
The Mo-dettes - White Mice
John Otway and Wild Willy Barrett - The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance
Lene Lovich - I Think We're Alone Now

Side B
A. More - Judy Get Down
Lori and the Chameleons - Touch
Wreckless Eric - Hit and Miss Judy
The Chords - Maybe Tomorrow
John Cooper Clarke - Evidently Chickentown
Motorhead - No Class
Cockney Rejects - Flares 'N' Slippers
The Damned - Smash It Up

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Sir Harry Lauder - The Immortal Harry Lauder

Much of the time I find myself sifting through a lot of new releases and struggling to enjoy the bulk of what I find; it may in fact be the case that at this point, with it being so easy to start a band and release music, there simply are too many choices, making it difficult to find music that's suited to you when you could truly look in any direction and find something. This isn't a profound point – it's been said many times before. Mostly by other luddites, I think. All these options don't get me excited about new music, nearly as much as they make me want to hole up and get comfortable with my tried and true records, the ones that felt special when I purchased them, and the ones I continue to take pride in owning.

That said, I was very lucky to have received a USB turntable this past Christmas, and to break up the process of trying to find the right words to describe a new band here or there that I'm not quite sure I'm mad about, I'm going to start uploading some of the vinyl that's been occupying my living room and going unnoticed. I'd spent a few hours and approximately 20 percent of my paycheck each month sifting through the vinyl bins at local record stores during college, quickly building up a collection, and at the time, it was a rewarding process to find a gem because I could share it during a weekly radio show (whether listeners liked it or not, really). Since then, all these finds have been sitting. No more of that, then. I'm excited to share what's here and anticipate a few geek-out sessions.

The first record to share, then, is The Immortal Harry Lauder, credited to “Sir Harry Lauder with Orchestra.” Sir Harry Lauder was a Scotsman born Henry Lauder in Edinburgh in 1870, the son of a potter, who allegedly was at one point the highest paid performer in the world. He entertained Scottish troops in France throughout WWI, during which his only child was killed, and used concerts to raise money for charity, leading to his receipt of knighthood in 1919. He retired in 1935 but entertained troops during WWII, and died in 1950. This is marvelous if your favorite song off the Mary Poppins soundtrack is “I Love to Laugh.” It should also be noted that Lauder rolls a hearty “arrrr.”


According to this article from a 1930 issue of TIME:

Sir Harry Lauder, Scottish clownster, stepped out of a bath tub in a Chicago hotel, slid, flip-flopped, broke his right ninth rib. Continuing to fulfill remunerative engagements, he said: "Bathrooms be a wee bit dangerous at times."



Harry Lauder – There is Somebody Waiting For Me
Harry Lauder – Oh, How I Weary, Dearie, For You
Harry Lauder – Breakfast in Bed on Sunday Mornin'
Purchase The Immortal Harry Lauder (vinyl, iTunes)

The Deepsea Goes/The Yummy Fur


Oraoneiroi came out last August, and the Deepsea Goes have got a show coming up tomorrow night at Pehrspace. Hurrah!

They sound nothing like their claimed influences – you'd be hard-pressed to find any My Bloody Valentine in there, though if all other reviews written are going off the band's Blogger-listed interests, I suppose it should be noted that one would be hard-pressed to pick up on the vibe of Dirty Dancing, as well. There's a good lot of sloppy vocal thrash in the ultra-masculine style of Matt Korvette (Pissed Jeans), particularly on tracks like “There is No Space,” and some sloppy, thrashed-up guitar on tracks like “There is No Elevator.” Actually, come to think of it, there's some sloppy, thrashed-up guitar all throughout. How nice, for consistency's sake.

Their lyrics aren't poetry much, but what holds them together well is their minimalism; this brother-sister duo are a vicious pair, and things really pick up on this record at “There is No Home,” balls-out punk rock, though “There is No Stop” is a highlight for its constant crash and – among the rubble of feedback – conscious melody, which disappears into a wall of noise and then transitions back in by the album's next track. That same guitar keeps barreling through during “There is No Start,” but “There is No Light,” a mere track forward, is pure sludge. They're not missing a damn thing. Good stuff for fans of Pissed Jeans and the A Frames (yum, the noisy side of Sub Pop!).


The Deepsea Goes – Oraoneiroi (stream for free, or download for as low as five bucks)



Also!

The Yummy Fur plays the Echo tonight at 10pm! From the Echo's website:

Scottish cult legends, THE YUMMY FUR, featuring members of FRANZ FERDINAND and THE 1990S, play their first and only-ever LA show to commemorate the 10th Anniversary of their demise! (And to prepare for the reissue of their entire back catalogue by the fine What’s Your Rupture? label this spring!) This is one of only five shows the band are doing in the U.S., and their first shows in well over a decade.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Still here...still here...

Happy new year, all.

First up, another bit of brown-nosing in promotion of Song, by Toad Records. Lovely lads Meursault released two new singles via the label last month, complete with appealing artwork and such, and while I'm not too mad about the electronic touches, the band is marvelous when stripped down as simply as possible; "William Henry Miller Part One" is Meursault at their best, then. I'm also not sure I could effectively build on what the Toad himself has sent, so for informational purposes:

The singles each contain a song from Meursault's December 2008 album Pissing on Bonfires/Kissing With Tongues as well as a full version of "William Henry Miller [Parts One and Two]" respectively, re-recorded with new band members Pete Harvey (cello) and Phil Quirie (electric guitar) on board, and with guest vocals from Dan Willson from Withered Hand and Bart Owl from eagleowl.

William Henry Miller himself was a politician in the 1800s, and possibly a hermaphrodite, which may have been related to his desire to be buried face down, forty feet beneath a gigantic mausoleum in Craigentinny.


Meursault - William Henry Miller Part One

Speaking of releases on Song, by Toad Records, he's also got a split 12” with Loch Lomond and the Builders and the Butchers, the latter of whom are a Portland-based folk rock band, set to perform at Spaceland in Los Angeles on January 14.

Loch Lomond – Field Report
The Builders and the Butchers – Vampire Lake (unfashionably late to that bandwagon, I see)
Purchase all of the above.

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In less fortunate news, I learned from a friend that Lhasa de Sela passed away from breast cancer at 37 once the new year began. If you haven't heard any of her records, she was a tremendous talent who got better and better with every release, a folk singer of several languages. Her last, Lhasa, was brilliant, not to mention worth a few tears. The record was devastating for its lyrics of lost love, but even more so once realized that she wrote and recorded these songs while ill, knowing that the record might have been her last, and that lyrics to songs like "I'm Going In" were actually more to do with death than initially thought.

Press release posted to her MySpace page, here.

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And to end this post with a sandwich heel of happiness, download the new Will Stratton song here:
Will Stratton - Bluebells (left click or else!)