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Box #57

23 Jan

Used to be, you couldn’t keep me away from this blog for too long, but now I don’t seem to even check in to say hi. So hello again, and howya doing, me I’m fine thanks. The excuse I’ll offer up is I’ve recently gone through a major relocation (from London to North Yorkshire) and still haven’t really got my feet firmly planted on the ground, nor got my proverbial shit together. But while unpacking some left over boxes recently, the following oddball selection of records slid into my sweaty little hands. And I thought oh, what the hell. So here I am again, PS Reconizing again.

One of these days I’ll get my life in order, and this blog will again, as the song goes, cut you into little pieces. You just wait.

1. NICK TOSCHES AND HOMER HENDERSONSweet Thighs Of Mother Mary” (7″ 45, Chaldea, 1998) Sure Nick Tosches has an ego the size of a NY city block, but he’s also given the world a great run of cutting novels/bios and deep-reaching music texts that stand with some of the best toughass lit to come out of late 20th Century America. Homer, well, he’s another kettle of fish entirely: a sort of Emmett Miller of the post-Roky Erickson TX generation, producing songs that lurk in the liquor store parking lots of our collective imaginations, utilizing all appendages (head, hands, feet, liver) to their fullest potential. But damn does Homer’s drawl suit the twisted religious visions Nick’s lyrics dredge up here, as he conjures up a lo-fi musical accompaniment that is as beautifully crafted as it is unexpectedly weird. Coulda used an entire album of varied stuff like this, this pair’s clearly capable – but outside of 3 songs, this meeting of the minds didn’t seem to come up with anything else. Ah well – I guess it’s back to Nick’s books then. When’s Nick gonna write that bio of Hubert Selby Jr. we all know he’s got in him?

2. BE-BOP DELUXEModern Music (Harvest Records, 1976) BE-BOP DELUXE has got to be up there with, like, VAN DER GRAAF GENERATOR and the MAN band with Those Brit Bands Most Likely To Be Overlooked By Us Dumbshit Americans. BBD’s distinctive mix of overly arranged pomprock slickness, Bowie-derived stylistic elements (skinny suits, ironed hair, thin vocals) and that hot-shit lead gtrist named Bill Nelson, well, wasn’t exactly gonna grab yr average KISS fan and wrestle em to the floor. But I’m agreeing with THE MECHANICS Dennis Catron: this record’s mix of ROXY MUSIC futurism and TODD RUNGREN ambition ain’t at all half-bad. No siree, although it maybe a tad over long in the end. Heck if Peter Hammill had mellowed the fuck out and joined up with COCKNEY REBEL, I couldn’t have imagined they’d have put out something as attractive as this. It’s not Bill Nelson’s frequent solos, but his neat gtr runs, eloquent fills, and multi-part harmonics that stick with you about his playing. And while he ain’t Hendrix, the guys that were trying to be Jimi at this late stage (think Frank Marino) aren’t the ones you realistically wanna listen to anyway. I’m still tripping on the way the vocals sound sorta like Vitus Mataré in TROTSKY ICEPICK. To be inadvertently put in a TROTSKY ICEPICK state of mind . . . that’s a rare talent indeed.

3. comp-tev1-f1VARIOUS ARTISTSEnigma Variations 2-LP (Enigma Records, 1985) Laugh if you want but for an 80’s independent label sampler, this one’s hard to beat. It’s a double record set, it still goes for pennies in those few used records stores left standing in America, and it’s got: gnarly NAKED PREY trampled by a drunken TEX & THE HORSEHEADS carrying a bloody REDD KROSS playing clever GAME THEORY smoking desert GREG SAGE while painting GREEN ON RED. And half the time, these were non-album tracks. Hey somebody, anybody! Get the full Enigma LPs by all these folks back on to CD and pronto. Being that this was Enigma, there’s some useless filler in here too, esp. on the synth-heavy final side. But while I usually don’t have patience for the garish ineptitude of CATHEDRAL OF TEARS or the collegiate smarm of GET SMART!, when they’re followed respectively by Alex Gibson’s ominously gorgeous PASSIONNEL and a very young and reckless LEAVING TRAINS . . . well, I can sit still and then some. For a few months there, Enigma was actually pretty good at collecting all the killer SoCal bands not on SST, and this one proves it.

4. SUPPER SESSIONBreed For Speedlove” (from the Rubbing Souls and Scratching Holes 7″ 45, Piece Of Mind, 1991) Raymond Pettibon now sings – well, intones at least – with THE NICHE MAKERS, but back in the early 90’s he was content simply to write messed-up lyrics for others (one being art gallery owner Richard Heller) to bring to life. Here, it’s a moving bit of hate mail to the Bruce Springsteen School of mid-80’s Americana poprock – you know, those industry pawns that always seemed to tuck their white t-shirts into tightbutt, ripped jeans prior to stepping in front of MTV’s cameras. If you’re wondering, yes I’d reckon this actually beats that BREWS SPRINGSTEIN parody cut tucked away on The Melting Plot comp all them years ago. And when they start in with that refrain of lord speed run fucker, can’t drive, I always sing along.


oh boy what a year

25 Dec

Best of 2009? Well if you’re anything like me, you’re so far out of the proverbial loop that you can barely name a dozen albums that came out this past year, let alone come up with a top 10 of 2009. Heck, NME’s list of the best 50 and Popmatter’s list of the best 60 albums of 2009 contain a combined total of three records I willingly cracked an ear to this year, and even those (if you’re wondering it was MASTODON, BATS FOR LASHES, and FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE) barely got a full listen.

So what did? Well, I-Tunes stats tell me it was HONK’s 1973 softrock cut “Don’t Let Your Love Stand” that got the most spins in this household over the past year; I have only ex-MECHANIC Dennis Catron to thank/blame for that. But there was a bunch of stuff that actually saw release in 2009 that I also listened to alot, stuff I haven’t yet paid tribute to here at PS RECON. And this post aims to round up that lot, stuff that made this tough year a bit easier to swallow. The envelopes please . . .

1. Most Godlike UK Single of 2009: WOLF PEOPLE Tiny Circles/Mercy II 45 (Battered Ornaments Records) Jawdroppingly great, darkly glistening psych by a young band that keeps getting more challenging and nimble with their every jazzbluesprog twist n turn. This recording marks the end of flautist Ross Harris’ tenure with the band; for most of this year, they’ve been trimmed down to a 4 piece. But fear not: live, they’ve been absolutely shredding stages around town with TELEVISIONesque twin gtr prowess ever since. Their newest songs emphasize all manner of melodic, rhythmic, and compositional intricacies that promise WOLF PEOPLE will be the UK rock force of the coming decade. Get a seat on board their train while tickets are plentiful.

2. Best SST-Related Release of 2009: THE NICHE MAKERS Soul Sealed The Deal LP (Ten Rounds Publishing) Trippy new musical projects by Raymond Pettibon are a cause for great excitement around here. His cryptic lyrics are a kind of sound poetry: cliches and truisms are deformed, devolved and reconnected in oddly intuitive ways, leaving literal meaning to wallow in the dust of free association and lolling wordplay. The squeezebox-led folkies behind him play it sympathetic and warm, but are ultimately secondary to Ray’s very personal verbage. Anyone following this man’s musical development will note this is as fucked up and peculiar as his work with SUPER SESSION, SUR DRONE, and more recently with THE UNKNOWN INSTRUCTORS. Oh and the color LP cover is a beautiful mystery to behold.

3. Best Maryland Doom Release of 2009: IRON MAN I Have Returned CD (Shadow Kingdom) – Yes, WINO’s solo CD was biker strong, AGAINST NATURE’s most recent conjured up beautiful Italian soundtrack goblins, and REVELATION just put out a real powerful album last month. But recently Al Norris III (aka “The Black Tony Iommi”) pulled together a superior IRON MAN line up and bested them all with this great hard rock platter. The new singer has a croon that kinda/sorta reminds me of Merrill Ward during his SWA days, the songs are focused in a way the recent SHRINE BUILDERS CD wasn’t, and Al’s crunchy, string-bending rhythm gtr spew is totally captivating from alpha to omega and back again. Man, I hope these balding guys tour.

4. Biggest Scandinavian Mindblower of 2009: MOTORPSYCHO Child Of The Future LP (Rune Grammofon) Continues the overdriven psych rock of their last CD, but somehow the lead gtr is even more explosive and searching this time around (no mean feat, that). Nigel Cross rightly identifies an exploratory, late 60’s West Coast influence at work, but the raging hypomania that fuels this ain’t retro at all – the sound here has everything to do with The Here And Now. Like THE NICHEMAKERS you’re gonna haveta dig out your turntable to hear it. But once you do, you’ll barely be able to catch your breath, let alone look back.

5. Biggest Scandinavian Bummer of 2009: SOUNDTRACK OF OUR LIVES Communion CD (Yep Roc Records) These guys used to be a major label fave of mine, and I admit I’d been looking forward to this for a long time. But oh man, what a particularly stinky, steaming pile of shit this one is. Anybody fancy some annoying, wanna-be OASIS schlock rock? Not me. Recycled ideas, worn out riffs, tired emotions . . . even the Arthur Lee “tribute” included herein is limp and hackneyed. I’m still trying to fathom where they found the energy to record a double record of such redundancy. This Communion is as stale as last year’s wafers buried deep in the cupboard.

6. Best Ex-Boy Band Member Release of 2009: DRACO ROSA Amor Vincit Omnia CD (Phantom Vox) I’ve given up arguing this guy’s virtues to my wife . . . suffice it to say you’re missing out on a gorgeous voice and some passionate performances if you’re scared off by his MENUDO affiliations. No brooding rock this time round ala his great Vagabundo rec; Draco’s squarely in his adult contempo latin-lover crooner mode, which will turn off a good 90% of you out of the box. But this guy and his session musicians got talent coming out their oídos. If I was a straight chick, no doubt my bedroom walls would be plastered with posters of this heartthrob. I hereby give you permission to swoon deeply.

7. Best UK Indie Rock Release of 2009: THE LIFTMEN The Liftmen CD (Twisted Nerve) Gal-led indie rock ain’t the first thing I reach for most days, but dammit if this CD ain’t getting me reconsider a whole pantload of unexamined musical prejudices. This Bristol band filters the joyous outsiderdom of early 80’s post punk (think FAMILY FODDER) through post-TORTOISE grooves to nice effect. The particulars they sing of (sickly newts, mushy peas, St. George tattoos) speak of that alienation which modern, low rent English life dredges up in all of us. But it’s main gtrist/songwriter, Neil Smith, who captures my attention the most. His inventive playing is oddly reminiscent of SLOVENLY’s Tom Watson, had Tom hailed from The West Country rather than The West Coast. The Twisted Nerve/Battered Ornaments label stable has given us real good ones – the CANisms of THE LAUGHING WINDOWS, the archaic lushness of BENEATH FIRE & SMOKE, and of course my faves WOLF PEOPLE – but THE LIFTMEN can hold their own admirably in this company.

8. Best Archival Release of 2009: LOVE Love Lost CD (Sundazed) If only miserable folkies like Richie Unterberger hadn’t highjacked Arthur Lee’s legacy, more people would be checking out the very substantial, soulful work he produced throughout the decade after Forever Changes. These unreleased Columbia tapes from ’71 be ample proof of that. This wasn’t intended to be a full album, but full it indeed feels – brimming with post Hendrix jams and succinct acoustic songs that are mind expanding but far more coherent than anyone ever wanted to believe this guy was capable of. If only all cracked geniuses had these kinda skeletons lurking unheard in their closets . . .

9/10. CD Reissue That Made Me Smile Widest of 2009: A tie, between the self-titled debuts from STRAY DOG (1973, Manticore; reissued by Esoteric/Cherry Red) and MORNING (1970, Vault; now on Wounded Bird). Both these recs have been constantly loved companions of mine since I was a young adult. Whether your bag is STRAY DOG’s crazed, over the top Texas bluesrock, or MORNING’s delicate, rural West Coast poprock, these albums are truly inspired, golden rays of musical sunshine. My bag has ample room for both. Here’s hoping new audiences will rediscover them once more.