It's been much too long since I've posted. Apologies for all three people reading this. I have no excuses really, which is why i'm going to start posting full-throttle. What better way to start a 6 month slump with this band; the sheepdogs. I read about em in the latest issue of Rolling Stone, in which they are competing to be the next big band on the cover. And wow, do they deserve it. If I could explain their sound in a sentence it would go something like this "It's like introducing your classic rock loving dad to the band he swore he saw open for Humble Pie in 72'."
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Not for the Clean Spirited
Nick Cave is a dirty SOB. Forget manners, romance and hand-holding. With Grinderman, Cave's ongoing project from 2007, He makes a horny, foul-mouthed, and unabashed 53 year old something any pretty boy is secretly wishing he was.
A pretty boy he's not, and Grinderman certainly doesn't strive to make pretty music. Rather, it's a complete assault on the eardrums. It's raw, nasty, and chaotic.
With only 2 discs released, I certainly hope Cave and his crew don't slow down (and after seeing them live last week, it looks like they won't be).
Also, it looks like Cave won't be softening up anytime soon. The older he gets, the louder he wants it.
Check out this video of his song "No Pussy Blues" from their first disc. When asked what it was about in an interview, he looked confused, and responded "it's about not getting any pussy."
Being old and dirty has never been so appealing.
A pretty boy he's not, and Grinderman certainly doesn't strive to make pretty music. Rather, it's a complete assault on the eardrums. It's raw, nasty, and chaotic.
With only 2 discs released, I certainly hope Cave and his crew don't slow down (and after seeing them live last week, it looks like they won't be).
Also, it looks like Cave won't be softening up anytime soon. The older he gets, the louder he wants it.
Check out this video of his song "No Pussy Blues" from their first disc. When asked what it was about in an interview, he looked confused, and responded "it's about not getting any pussy."
Being old and dirty has never been so appealing.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Carress it, Please Don't Whip It
I sometimes wish Devo never made “Whip It.” Granted, it’s a fucking fantastic song, but it’s somewhat of a curse on the band to casual music fans. “Oh yeah, fucking love singing that song in karaoke!,” is somewhere down the line of a memory someone has with it. After seeing Devo live, I’ll keep revitalizing to people the originality and greatness of this band beyond Whip It. (I don’t hate the song, just the idea of it, get it?).
Ever seen the movie “Being John Malkovich?” Reverse the idea of entering Malkovich’s head and concentrate on Gerald Casale’s mind (Devo’s main songwriter). I’d really like to know what kind of futuristic, metallic, catchy, and rhythmic party is going on up there. I’m picturing robots drinking scotch talking about 2012, seeking out sexy women robots all while trying to compare who has longer robot chest hair. What a fucking party.
Anyways, the band has an amazing catalog, in which they’ve went from punk to art-rock and post-punk to new wave. They seemed to have reached every rhythmic category on their own terms (check out their cover of “satisfaction” in ¾ timing), and with their new album released a few months ago (listen to song “fresh”); they could have quite a revival. Seeing them live will leave you confused, excited, tired (from dancing), loose-necked, and joyous. The first words I uttered after the show were “what the fuck was that?” followed by “I somehow liked it.” Devo broke musical and conceptual barriers with their odd “de-evolution” themed lyrics accompanied by a revolving sound, always staying up-to date. Here’s the fairly new single called “Fresh.”
Side note: where else are you going to find a band with the song title “Penetration in the Centerfold?” Brilliant.
Ever seen the movie “Being John Malkovich?” Reverse the idea of entering Malkovich’s head and concentrate on Gerald Casale’s mind (Devo’s main songwriter). I’d really like to know what kind of futuristic, metallic, catchy, and rhythmic party is going on up there. I’m picturing robots drinking scotch talking about 2012, seeking out sexy women robots all while trying to compare who has longer robot chest hair. What a fucking party.
Anyways, the band has an amazing catalog, in which they’ve went from punk to art-rock and post-punk to new wave. They seemed to have reached every rhythmic category on their own terms (check out their cover of “satisfaction” in ¾ timing), and with their new album released a few months ago (listen to song “fresh”); they could have quite a revival. Seeing them live will leave you confused, excited, tired (from dancing), loose-necked, and joyous. The first words I uttered after the show were “what the fuck was that?” followed by “I somehow liked it.” Devo broke musical and conceptual barriers with their odd “de-evolution” themed lyrics accompanied by a revolving sound, always staying up-to date. Here’s the fairly new single called “Fresh.”
Side note: where else are you going to find a band with the song title “Penetration in the Centerfold?” Brilliant.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
The Soft Pack
Don’t be fooled by the name. The Soft Pack isn’t your parents answer to Bread. They don’t make music to gently sip white wine and read chicken soup for the soul too. They are a band that will show up to a room of however many people, force them into the submission of three chord rock n roll, and leave. After 45 minutes of a combination of surf, punk, and garage rock, the audience only has two questions. “Have I heard this before?” and “How did I get so sweaty?”
Yes, you have heard this before, but you haven’t heard it with such originality. The Soft Pack takes all of what was good in the psychedelic nuggets era of the 60s (they were originally called the Muslims) and pushes it forward with more recklessness, melody, and controlled sloppiness. You’ll hear a little stooges and mc5 caressing the watery tones of Dick Dale. All the influences are there, and the Soft Pack uses them without ripping them off.
And to answer the second question. You might be sweaty because you’re in San Diego (in which they’re from) or it could be due to the excessive amount of booze-enhanced dancing you just performed. Chances are you’ll get shit-faced at this show, which is the point. This is the music made to drink and dance like a rock n roll savage.
Yes, you have heard this before, but you haven’t heard it with such originality. The Soft Pack takes all of what was good in the psychedelic nuggets era of the 60s (they were originally called the Muslims) and pushes it forward with more recklessness, melody, and controlled sloppiness. You’ll hear a little stooges and mc5 caressing the watery tones of Dick Dale. All the influences are there, and the Soft Pack uses them without ripping them off.
And to answer the second question. You might be sweaty because you’re in San Diego (in which they’re from) or it could be due to the excessive amount of booze-enhanced dancing you just performed. Chances are you’ll get shit-faced at this show, which is the point. This is the music made to drink and dance like a rock n roll savage.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Trombone Shorty
Once again claiming a theory I have that New Orleans fails to breed average musicians. It's a remarkable city, with remarkable stories of triumph, pain, and hope. Listening to the artist's and their stories really shows the potential music has to overcome massive obstacles. Trombone shorty is a perfect example.
"My horn is my passport"
Check it out.
"My horn is my passport"
Check it out.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Song for the Times
"Times are hard but we'll all survive, I just got to learn to economize."
I just recently got re-aquainted with this song last night while listening the radio. I couldn't help but think about my life, and probably many of those surrounding me. Davies wrote this song in late 1978; the economy was struggling just as it is now. So, let's revisit the song. Thanks Ray Davies, for reminding us again.
I just recently got re-aquainted with this song last night while listening the radio. I couldn't help but think about my life, and probably many of those surrounding me. Davies wrote this song in late 1978; the economy was struggling just as it is now. So, let's revisit the song. Thanks Ray Davies, for reminding us again.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Keeping the Groove alive
Welcome to 1975. Curtis Mayfield is still superfly, serenading women and teaching men everywhere how to lay the mack down. George Clinton and Bootsy Collins are getting aboard the mothership, and James Brown is still sitting on the pedestal of quite possibly the grooviest man to walk the planet.
Fast forward to 2010. 10 musicians with day jobs release a new disc that rivals the hip groove that those artists greatly perfected. They’re called Kings Go Forth, and they’re from none other than the greatest city in the world; Milwaukee. These Kings have done their homework on keeping that mid-70’s colorful jam alive, and for a group comprised of mostly white middle aged dudes, Curtis, Issac, James, and George would definitely be proud. For a new modern look at some of the classic and grooviest R&B, look no further than Mil-town. Chances are Kings are batching up their own superfly brew of music.
Fast forward to 2010. 10 musicians with day jobs release a new disc that rivals the hip groove that those artists greatly perfected. They’re called Kings Go Forth, and they’re from none other than the greatest city in the world; Milwaukee. These Kings have done their homework on keeping that mid-70’s colorful jam alive, and for a group comprised of mostly white middle aged dudes, Curtis, Issac, James, and George would definitely be proud. For a new modern look at some of the classic and grooviest R&B, look no further than Mil-town. Chances are Kings are batching up their own superfly brew of music.
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