Thursday, December 9, 2010

The Goods from 2010


2010 is over. Here is a list of albums that came out that stood out among the rest.


-WHITE FENCE - S/T LP (Make a Mess)


I wasn't sure what to expect from this record but every time I put it on I feel like I'm being pulled by a tractor beam into some sort of psychedelic nether world. It reminds me of one of those "lost" records by damaged folkies like Simon Finn or Twink. Not that White Fence's Tim Presley sounds like either of those artists, it's just that the album he's made is constructed as an insular entity that lives and breathes by it's own rules. Through the course of the record Presley switches from warped garage pop songs to magic mushroom folk tunes in seconds. The texture and sound of the recording is completely entrancing, with tape warble, vintage amps, and basement drums setting the tone. Probably one of the best headphone albums of the year. His voice toys with melody in a detached croon while the lyrics stand as indecipherable abstractions. Occasionally lyrical images will poke out of the confusion but for the most part it's all non sensical word play, which in the end suits the janus faced nature of the songs. Presley has some pretty obvious hero worship to sort out, (I swear some songs sound like out takes from The Who "Sell Out") but the more I start thinking of bands he's ripping off the more it doesn't make sense as a whole. For psychedelic pop music no one's come close to making something of this sort in a while.


-ARIEL PINK'S HAUNTED GRAFITTI - Before Today LP (4AD)


A lot has been said about this record already. I'm definitely no expert on the matter of Mr. Pink but have to say that this record really is like no other, not this year anyway. With his goofy theatrics and genre defying references Ariel Pink has assembled a band unafraid to flaunt it's affinity for the cheesiest bands from pop's checkered past. Like Sparks and Ween before them Ariel Pink has found a way to mesh dated drum and synth sounds with yacht rock's smooth grooves and filter them through his own warped lens to make a crazy work of art. But what's really crazy is how listenable it all is, no matter how bent the performances and lyrics are the songs remain well constructed pop songs. Ariel Pink has done well in hand picking the members of Haunted Graffiti, unlike so many other bedroom dreamers these guys can really play. I love the hooky bass lines and light fm synth pads. The vocal harmonies are pretty stellar too. I have to say that even though the production is higher than his last dozen albums there is still a layer of slime seeping through the walls. Honestly it's refreshing to know that he's still doing what he wants, which means not giving his audience exactly what they want.


-NOTHING PEOPLE - Soft Crash LP (S-S)


One of California's best kept secrets is a little band by the name of Nothing People. As far as I know these guys are still "anonymous" and live far off the beaten path somewhere in a town called Orland. They're mysterious as hell and I salute them for it. This has to be one of my favorite bands of the last couple years. It's obvious they they put a lot of care into their recordings and possess a keen ear for sounds and arrangements. Soft Crash is their third record in as many years. At first I resisted it, opting for their especially haunting second album "Late Night", but after spinning it a couple more times I came round to it. Soft Crash starts off on the aggro side bringing the Chrome references they've always gotten full circle. The singer is screaming "Is this what you want?", definitely an unsettling way to start an album. But by the time "Marylin's Grave" erupts it's a whole new game. This is the type of song I would love to blast out of car stereo speakers whilst dragging main... if I did such things. The following song "Exploded View" has some super 80's flange effect with trilling leads while the singer mimics Siouxsie's "Happy House" down to the whoa whoa's. "In the House" has a dark western Lynchian vibe to it and the singer's voice is a dead ringer for Sonic Youth's Lee Ranaldo. The great thing about this band is how they seamlessly genre hop but somehow sound like themselves throughout. It's also clear to me that these guys can really write songs, as the lyrics are audible even with all the dark distortion and tape manipulations. Overall they're an art band with heavy clouds on their brows but with a serious love for rock n roll in their hearts.


-WOODEN WAND - Death Seat LP (Young God)


How many albums is it now? This guy does not stop and he's only come out wiser in the end. One of the few contemporary songwriters out there that really hits home for me. I've been a fan since his "Second Attention" album back in '05. It seems to have been an uphill battle in a lot of respects, some unfortunate forks in the road for sure, but aren't those situations needed if you're going to silence the multitudes with a simple song. Wooden Wand is the moniker of one James Jackson Toth. He's been cranking out records with no end in sight for the better part of the last decade. Despite the flood of releases he's fared well as he rarely misses. His voice is commanding, he knows his song well and he'll be damned if you convince him otherwise. The music is never complex, on this one it's understated to great effect. No rockers here, just lonely laments on solitude, love, woe, the whole bag. I think this might be one of his finest albums mainly because I think it's his most direct and for lack of a better word "honest" batch of songs. There have been records in the past where he would get hung up on word play, constructing fantastic images as if to impress with diction alone. I like those records and enjoy the lyrics but this album is simpler, and he delivers straight from the heart. The song "I Wanna Make a Difference" is particularly poignant. So unabashedly naked in it's truth. I'm not going to get into details with all the songs, all I know is that if you care about "real" songs then you need to start buying this guys records.


-JACK ROSE - Luck in the Valley LP (Thrill Jockey)


People the world over mourn the passing of Jack Rose, yet in this mourning we must stop to celebrate the feat that is "Luck in the Valley". A real giant of music, Jack Rose will be sorely missed. I can't think of any other contemporary acoustic guitarist that rivals him. From new vistas he bares the contents of his soul, captured for eternity herein. I believe this album is some of the best work he's ever done. The modulation of chords in "Moon in the Gutter" bring chills down my spine, and some of the best slide playing I've ever heard is featured on "Woodpiles on the Side of the Road". The joyous rag of "Luck in the Valley" with jews harp accompaniment, and the hoe down country honk of "When the Tailgate Drops, the Bullshit Stops" and everything in between all suggest that Jack was set on going to new places all the time. Rounded out by a cast of incredibly talented players this album emanates pure joy. When I listen to it I imagine that the players all have chesire grins stretched across their faces. A high light in a career full of bright lights.


-SUN ARAW - On Patrol LP (Sun Ark)


I've been a fan of Sun Araw since first catching wind of the Beach Head LP on Not Not Fun, but this record beats everything that came before. 'On Patrol' is a double LP that plays like the best trip you never went on. Throughout it's four sides Cameron Stallone dishes up the finest psych-stew of subterranean dub and aquatic elevator music this side of Venus. I don't know how he does it honestly. His sonic palette is so rich and vibrant that it's virtually impossible not to get lost in the sound world he creates. The warm hum of distorted organs over clattering percussion provide the framework of many of the album's defining jams, while wordless vocal phrasings appear and disappear in the stereo field like apparitions on the highway. Stallone is obviously a master improvisor, he's capable of wringing sounds from his guitar that sound simultaneously passionate and inhuman, which in my opinion is the true sign of a guitar hero. His music is not for the quick fix pop listener, it's a slow burn that will take you places if you let it. So if you're in the mood for a little mind altering, find your favorite armchair beverage combo and get ready to go "on patrol".


-DAN MELCHIOR UND DAS MENACE - Visionary Pangs LP (S-S)


Another self portrait of the artist is hung on the wall of the Melchior Museum for the looky-loos to gawk at, and what a picture it is. This is Dan's finest of the year I think. A great collection of misanthropic punk teasers and 'Vegetable Man' balladry. The song sequence is interesting as many of the songs intersect and inform each other. Both sides start with a couple short songs and end with song cycles. I'm especially enamored with "Intelligent Design Pt. 1", which begins the first cycle. This song stops time like the best songs do and I swear I hear a little of Mr. Jagger in his vocal delivery. Dig the two rooms down electric guitar playing too! Once the song ends it goes into some abstract guitar noodling bringing me into the 'Clear Spot' zone of the blues and then down at the gates of hell for "This Fetid Day". Out of the cloud that ends side 1 is "I got lost", a great folk tune with the line "I got lost, my mind got wiped by a space-age frost", just one of many gems on this album that reminds me of how great a songwriter Dan is. "Black Dog Barking", is another stand out wherein Dan expounds on going to the crossroads and the rock cliche that the act entails, and more specifically how to "pacify the black dog barking in [his] heart". The album ends with another cycle, this time it's a fitful rant on music blog culture over the back drop of metal machine music guitars. Listening to this album makes me think that Dan is finally making the music he wants to. He's a genuine artist and experiments freely with both songwriting and recording. The scope of this record is huge and his pen is mighty sharp.


-NICE FACE - Immer Etwas LP (Sacred Bones)


The rock album of the year goes to Brooklyn's Nice Face. "Immer Etwas" brings new meaning to the term "killer rock n' roll". Mixing the twitchy guitar rhythms of Devo's first album with the skuzz rock of The Cramps and sci-fi synths of Chrome. Sure it's a noisy affair but there are some great hooks buried under the layers of murk. The singer has one the greatest sardonic punk voices I've heard in a while kinda like early Tom Verlaine meets Stiv Bators. The band uses some familiar punk chord changes but it's how they deliver it that makes it so unique. The recording is raw in the best way possible. The drums snap with high treble, sometimes a drum machine placed in their stead as in the new wave "Had To Let You Know" and the guitars posses a dark distortion that brings out their rough hewn qualities. They're a great band that show their influences without imitating them. All sorts of bands come to mind when I play this record, usually disparate sounding rock that is warped in the head and punk in spirit. "Hard Time" has a Dukes of Stratophere vibe with it's circusy organ and surfy guitar riff. There's some Ramones meets Suicide pop on "Garbage Head" and the almost Descendents like "Invective" makes me pogo happy. One other thing... if you have a chance to catch these guys live you'll find they actually sound like this on stage too.


-TK WEBB - S/T LP (Mexican Summer)


This album gets the troubadour of the year award. Seriously, more people need to know about this guy, he blows all the preconceived notions that people have about contemporary blues, country, roots music to hell. This isn't some alt. country post Wilco limp handshake white soul this is the genuine article. The rock n' roll myth lives in TK Webb and this record is his finest to date. It seems that his songwriting ability has finally caught up with his rustic blues man image. Across ten songs he spills his guts, leaving blood on the mic most likely. The songs hurt in the best way, they're lonely without being nihilistic, rollicking in delivery, and brutal in their honesty. The guitar playing is a perfect balance between Keith Richards and Lightning Hopkins, with his own blend of strummed and picked acoustics and buzzed out leads. The production is clean, recorded by Miguel Mendez in his home studio with all the instruments being played by TK and Miguel for the most part. But it doesn't feel like a "studio" album probably because TK is singing these tunes live in a room with two mics on him, with everything else added later. On "Baby Queens" TK conjures dead at 24 Peter Laughner, with his salt and gravel voice and droning acoustic guitar. In general though if there is someone he most resembles it's Royal Trux's Neil Haggerty. The influence is undeniable but TK Webb plays the troubadour better than Haggerty in my opinion. There are some pop songs on here to boot! On "True Love" TK does his best John Lennon to dazzling effect. The song is all chorus with the lyric "Trained to die on command by your very own hand, how far you wanna go down I don't care, I'm already there, true love don't come but once, maybe twice." Only 1000 copies of this thing exist, make it go out of print.


-ANDREW GRAHAM & THE SWARMING BRANCH - Andrew Graham's Good Word LP (Mexican Summer)


One of the strangest records I've heard all year has got to be Andrew Graham & The Swarming Branch's debut LP. It's a head scratcher for sure. Graham is an oddball songwriter kind of similar in vein to Jeffery Lewis or even Loudon Wainwright III. But don't get me wrong this isn't your typical songwriter fare, this is a crazy man leading a wind up toy band of misfits. His voice reminds me of Leonard Cohen in his most debauched crazed songs like "Death of a Ladies Man". It's nasal and whiny but oh so excited. The song "Meatloaf at the Steakhouse" has a real drowsy jazz feel to it with it's drunk piano playing and high as a kite horns. But it's the song "Take it easy on Kathy, at least She Can Dance" that's the real gem here. The song has that lean funky sound that only early Talking Heads songs have. Andrew's voice comes in like a radio broadcasters bumping over the rhythm with the lyrical phrasings of some wired beatnik folksinger. A lot of thought was put into this album I can tell, that doesn't mean it's for everyone. But for those into high concept songwriting and off kilter arrangements, Jonathan Richman or David Byrne, check this out. It's a lot of fun.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Some Songs Are That Good: For You

I was up late one night feeling restless. Figured I'd peruse the ol' instant play Netflix cue and came across "You're Gonna Miss Me", a documentary about the legendary Roky Erickson.

Can't say the movie offered me a pleasant close to my night, but it was definitely worth watching. Given the content, and if you know anything about Roky's life, then prepare yourself for an all out bummer. I didn't know the whole story and after watching this felt all the more saddened by the hard luck that eclipsed such an amazing talent. Nevertheless it was a decently made film and sheds some light on the personal aspects of Roky's life.

My favorite moment of the film is a short live clip of Roky playing what seems to be a newly written song in the 80's, a time when Roky was living with his mother, who happens to be the one behind the shaky hand held camera. The song is called "For You".

If you wanna see a picture of a ghost and/or hear what a completely broken man sounds like then have a look below. After seeing this my heart didn't just break... it completely imploded.


The song is about as simplistic as a song can be. Universal in it's basic sentiment. His voice is so beautiful, quavering like a less confident Buddy Holly. A hopeless ode to an unrequited love. What really freaks me out is how the shots are spliced to seem like the song is about his mother!? That's her portrait hanging on the wall. At the end of the song he looks straight at the camera with the saddest eyes and a half smile. "How ya like it, huh?"

Like isn't really the word I was looking for.

I'm not sure what album this song comes from. I know there is a fully realized studio version, though I don't think it could compare with this. What could?

More for the Mountain III

Been lazy or busy rather.

The Gun Club - Miami LP
Sparks - Kimono My House LP
Dwight Twilley - Twilley LP
Dwight Twilley - Scuba Divers LP
Dwight Twilley - Jungle LP
John Fahey - The Transfiguration of Blind Joe Death LP
David Blue - These 23 Days in September LP
Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson LP
Willie Nelson - Phases and Stages LP
Willie Nelson - Shotgun Willie LP
Willie Nelson - Make Way For Willie Nelson LP
The Stranglers - Rattus Norvegicus LP
Inoculist - Spells LP
Dan Melchior Und Das Menace - Christmas for the Crows LP
Johnny Cash - Man in Black LP
Johnny Cash - Hello, I'm Johnny Cash LP
Johnny Cash - Bitter Tears LP
Waylon Jennings - Dreaming My Dreams LP
John and Beverly Martyn - Road to Ruin LP
Joe Jackson - Night and Day LP
The Box Tops - Self Titled Debut LP
Richard and Linda Thompson - I Want To See The Bright Lights Tonight LP
Cisco Houston - Passing Through LP
The Carter Family - The Original and Great Carter Family LP
Prince - For You LP
Prince - Self Titled LP
Lou Reed - Street Hassle LP
Lou Reed - Mistrial LP
Lou Reed - No Money Down 12" Single
Emmit Rhodes - Self Titled Debut LP
Joe Ely - Self Titled Debut LP
The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly - Soundtrack LP
Once Upon A Time in the West - Soundtrack LP

The Slits - Typical Girls b/w I Heard It Through The Grapevine 7"
Jimmy Ruffin - What Becomes of the Broken Hearted b/w Baby I've Got It 7"
The Fresh & Onlys - Second One To Know b/w Hated Or Loved 7"
The Fresh & Onlys - I'll Tell You Everything b/w I Saw You Seeing Me 7"
The Fresh & Onlys - Laughter is Contagious b/w Horrible Door 7"
Stornoway - I Saw You Blink b/w Gondwanaland 7"

Elvis Presley - ELV1S 30 #1 Hits CD
Ariel Pink - Haunted Graffiti 5 - House Arrest CD
Wooden Guitar - Locust Compilation CD
The Occasion - Self Titled Debut CD
The Occasion - Cannery Hours CD

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Hangover Heaven with Michael Hurley



Michael Hurley - High Fi Snock Uptown LP

I don't know what it is, but there is some music out there that helps ease the coming down part of Sunday morning. In those dreaded dawn hours usually the last thing I want to do is put on a record, but on one particular morning after laying Michael Hurley's 'Hi Fi Snock Uptown' on the turn table I felt the clouds part in my head, which in turn allowed the sun to bake my brain.

Maybe it's the fact that the first song 'Blue Driver' comes rolling in slow and easy like a rickety locomotive, with conductor Hurley's cracked, whiskey smooth voice leading the way, or maybe it's the fact that almost every song seems to be about the joys and sorrows of drinking. Whatever it is... it's a perfect morning record. Everything about it is sunny in sound, from the horse clop drums to Hurley's country blues guitar figures, and it spins like some sort of sun-baked soundtrack to a mystic hobo's trek across the great American expanse. In other words, it's a perfect world to wake up in.

I've been aware of Michael Hurley for some time though I never completely gave in to his charms until now. My introduction to him was the song "You're a Dog, don't talk to me" on the album 'Parsnip Snips', which is a tune inspired by Hurley's spirit animal and muse, a talking dog... or werewolf, depending how you look at it. It's a running theme for Hurley, just peruse his lengthy discography and you'll find that almost every record cover is adorned with Hurley's hand drawn cartoons of the same mischievous looking dog. On 'Hi Fi Snock Uptown' he is seen entering the bar with a wolfish grin plastered on his face and a crescent moon hung in the window. This bar room scene pretty much sums up the content of the album. It's two sides are chock full of colorful characters, endless highways, big league women and drinkin'.... lots of it.

One of the most startling things about this album is Hurley's command of voice and guitar. He's one of the few troubadours that has that uncanny ability to shake you out of whatever daydream you're in and transport you to another world. The song 'Eyes Eyes' is a perfect example. It starts with a plaintive guitar pattern that seems simple at first, but once the melody reveals itself the guitar begins to follow his voice in a strange syncopated manner, a perfect cross between classical guitar styles and ragtime picking. His voice dips and bends around it cracking on the turn around phrase "eyes, eyes, eyes". It's a beautiful song that works as an abstract narrative wherein each verse Hurely describes the "eyes" of a different person, be it the Protein Monster, Mom Molasses, The Werewolf, Marilyn Monroe, Smokey the Bear or Hurely himself.

Stylistically he moves all over the map of American music. In one minute he's playing a country waltz complete with appalachian yodeling, pedal steel and upright bass, "The Sun is Slowly Sinkin", and "I'm Worried, I'm Worried" featuring Hurley's "Mock" trumpet, which is actually Hurely's voice imitating a trumpet! In another minute he's singing a hushed folk song in "The Girl I Love", then on to the haunted nightmare blues of "Twilight Zone" with it's Kafkaesque lyrics of doom, then to the vaudevillian piano pop of "Mr. Whiskerwitz" and lastly the jazz inflected "Trinidad".

I used to consider Hurley as another folkie werido in a long line of folkie weirdos, i.e. Syd Barrett, Skip Spence, Tiny Tim, but I know now that it's a completely unfair comparison, as the difference between Michael Hurley and the other said artists is that he has been releasing amazing records consistently for over 35 years, whereas many of these other outsiders have only a record or two behind them. Not only that but Hurley comes from a genuine folk tradition, the same one that spawned the likes of Dylan, David Blue, and Fred Neil. His first record was issued on Folkways and recorded on the same tape machine that produced Lead Belly's 'Last Sessions' for pete's sake!

'Hi Fi Snock Uptown' is Michael Hurley's third album, originally released in 1972 on Racoon Records, an imprint of Warner Bros. It's been out of print for a while but has just been reissued by the excellent Portland, Oregon based record store and label Mississippi Records. This album as well as his previous album 'Armchair Boogie' document the beginning of Hurley's long journey, wherein many of his ideas and themes were originally formalized. They are the first stops on the road of a storied life, illustrating the same curious spirit that travels to this day. Even now he maintains the troubadour mystique by traversing the country and performing often. If you ever have the chance to see him I wouldn't miss it as I've heard that his performances are revelatory.

To end I thought I'd leave with you with one of my favorite lyrics from the album. It's from the song 'Uncle Bob's Corner'.

"I used to be a derelict and I was a fool. What's the use my friend, if you live you ought to rule."

Amen to that.

Buy the album at Academy Records
Buy the album at Midheaven Mailorder

For more information on Michael Hurley check out his website at SNOCKO NEWS

Saturday, April 17, 2010

More for the Mountain II

Michael Yonkers - Lovely Gold LP
George Harrison - All Things Must Pass LP
Wooden Shjips - Vol. 1 LP
Grouper - Wide LP
The Rolling Stones - Emotional Rescue LP
Klaus Nomi - Simple Man LP
Paul Mcartney - RAM LP
Michael Hurley - Hi Fi Snock Uptown LP
The Grateful Dead - Self Titled Debut LP
The Grateful Dead - Aoxomoxoa LP
Jerry Garcia - Garcia LP
The Wailers - Burnin' LP
Big Star - # 1 Record LP
Big Star - Radio City LP
Big Star - Sisters Lovers/3rd LP
King Crimson - In the Court of the Krimson King LP
Ian Matthews - If You Saw Thro' My Eyes LP
Danny Kirwan - Second Chapter LP
Van Morrison - Moon Dance LP

The Beatles - Revolution/Hey Jude 7"
The Beach Boys - Sloop John B./You're So Good To Me 7"
The Byrds - Turn, Turn, Turn/She Don't Care About Time 7"
Golden Earring - Radar Love/Just Like Vince Taylor 7"
Web Pierce - In The Jailhouse Now/Back Street Affair 7"
Don Gibson - Oh, Lonesome Me/Sea of Heartbreak 7"
Donovan - Catch the Wind/Why Do You Treat Me Like You Do 7"
Johnnie Ray - Just Walking in the Rain/Walkin' My Baby Back Home 7"
Van Morrison - Wild Night/When That Evening Sun Goes Down 7"
Kenny Rogers - Just Dropped In/Today I Started Loving You Again 7"
Tammy Wynette - Stand By Your Man/He Loves Me All The Way 7"
The Beatles - Let it Be/You Know My Name (Look Up My Number) 7"

Connie Acher - Spray Me Down CD

Peter's House Music - Self Titled Cassette

Been on a 45 kick lately. There's quite an archive at the Record Shop on 5th Ave. and 9th St. in Park Slope. Go see Benjy he'll give em to ya for a dollar a pop!

Monday, March 29, 2010

I wanna be your Fresh and Only!



The Fresh and Onlys - Self Titled Debut LP

Ok, let me get this out of the way. This has got to be one of the greatest "rock" records I've heard in a dog's age. It's as if lightning struck the Golden Gate Bridge and out of the smoke came The Fresh and Onlys with sideways smiles and songs in their hearts. It's rare that I like something right off the bat, but upon catching wind of 'Feelings in My Heart' I was hooked. The Onlys are like some horror show version of Bay area flower power filtered through mid 70's American punk, (think The 13th Floor Elevators throwing down at a hulla hoop party with the Cramps) but that's only on the surface. Because beneath all the scuzzed up guitars and clownish rhythms lie real songs, all penned by the songwriting team of fellow travelers singer Tim Cohen and bassist Shayde Sartin.

The good people over at Academy Records (Brooklyn) turned me on to this little goodie. It came out on John Dwyer's (Thee Oh Sees) Castle Face imprint sometime before the summer of '09, just as the heat wave was beginning to settle over the eastern seaboard. And just in time to become my summer jam record of the year. What's really amazing about this record is that over the span of 14 songs there is not one dull song, and even crazier is just how timelessly classic the stand outs are. Take the irresistible bounce of 'Shattered Moon' complete with Link Wray inspired guitar leads and bad ass harmonica wailing, the delirious stomp of 'Love and Kindness' with it's odd harmony double lead vocals, the hallacinogenic carousel ride of 'Imaginary Friend' and straight up Fresh and Only theme song 'Peacock and Wing'. The album plays like the best parties play out over an evening. From the high gear lead off track 'Feelings in My Heart' and ending with the brilliantly sober ballad 'Arm's Advice'.

Tim Cohen has one of those voices I never hear anymore, a charming timbre with great turns of phrase. With his restless quavering and odd ball delivery he manages to evoke singers like Jonathan Richman and Mayo Thompson, singers that weren't afraid to bring a little theatre into the mix. And his lyrics stand out as actual pictures, which most dudes in bands can't even begin to attempt to pull off. They even put a lyric sheet in the LP!

There's a definite practice space vibe to the record, as if the songs were amassed from a collection of rehearsals, albeit rehearsals where the band invited all their friends to party with them. I'm not sure how it was recorded but however it was done it was captured beautifully. There's a thin veil of distortion lying over everything on the record, but rather than sounding intentionally harsh it feels fuzzy in the best way possible.

I was lucky enough to catch them live last Fall as a supporting act for Golden Triangle and Thee Oh Sees. Even having opened the night they easily eclipsed the other bands. The thing is...from the get go the Onlys have been lumped in with the current lo-fi pop craze, but most of these bands working the hype machine are content to bury their nothing mumblings under obscene amounts of reverb, whereas the Onlys have the songs to back it up. Not only that but there is a real grace to how they perform. Wymond Miles' guitar tone is blisteringly great, Shayde's bass is perfectly groovy and Tim Cohen, although somewhat droll onstage has a commanding presence, a master of ceremonies that could rival Gibby Haynes. I like to think that The Fresh and Onlys pride themselves in being steeped in tradition, and as part of a lineage of great American bands.

Do yourself a favor and hunt this thing down. It will make you believe in rock again. And consider this only chapter one for the Fresh and Onlys as they've already released a second record on Woodsist and an EP on Captured Tracks, not to mention a couple 45's in between. These dudes are serious and I'm willing to bet they will be around for a long time.

Buy it at INSOUND.
Buy it at Midheaven Mailorder.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Let Us Now Praise Famous Men: Alex Chilton



Alex Chilton 1950 - 2010

What can I say. We have lost one of the true giants of American music. Alex Chilton is one of the last of a dying breed, he embodied elements of just about everything that came out of the 20th century. His influence is undeniable as his presence is felt in so much of the music of today. It's true that bad luck dogged him through most of his career but he still managed to find a devoted audience, and one that will continue to grow for years to come.

I'm embarrassed to say that I was a late convert. My introduction to Alex Chilton was the inclusion of the Big Star song "Thirteen" on a mix tape a girlfriend had made me. At the time I remember being confused if it was an old song or new song, as it sounded so fresh but too classic to be from the '90s. I guess the line "tell 'em what we said about 'paint it black' gave it away. Shortly thereafter I witnessed the late great Elliott Smith perform the song in the short film 'Lucky Three' by Jem Cohen.

Here's a snippet from the film.


By this point my curiosity was peaked. A friend of mine lent me the Rykodisc CD version of the first two Big Star albums, which seemed to be the only Big Star music available at the time. Ah... the 90's with their genius efforts in consolidating albums worth of material on one infernal CD! I admit it was too much for me to digest at the time. Plus I had to burn the CD and give the original back to my friend. My copy wound up on the mountain of CD-R's I'd accumulated and was swiftly forgotten. A little while later, the sitcom 'That 70's show' began airing. With that intolerable version of 'In the Street' bubbling out of the TV every week it put a real damper on things.

Here's a re-formed Big Star performing 'In the Street' on Jay Leno in early 90's.



I sort of gave up trying to get into Big Star at that point, and turned my attention to other 70's rock luminaries like The Stooges and the MC5. Though I did come across The Box Tops 'Solid Hits' LP at a yard sale and was pleasantly surprised by the raspy lead vocals of a 16 year old Chilton on songs like 'The Letter' and 'Neon Rainbow'.

Here's The Box Tops trying their best to lip sync their way through 'The Letter'.


Down the road a piece, another girlfriend turned me on to the first This Mortal Coil LP 'It'll in End in Tears'. Unbeknownst to me at the time my two favorite songs from the record were in fact Chilton covers, 'Kangaroo' and 'Holocaust'.

Here's This Mortal Coil's rendition of 'Kangaroo'.



On a trip to Portland, Oregon years later, a good friend of mine shows up with Big Star's 'Sisters Lovers' CD. He goes off on it, praising it to the skies. I didn't even know there was a third Big Star record! Before he plays it he says it's better to skip over the first song and go straight to 'Thank You Friends'. As it makes more sense as an opening song than 'Kizza Me'. Even now I don't understand the song sequence on that album. It seems to have changed a couple times over. But it doesn't matter because it's still one of the greatest records ever made! That weekend we sang and played 'Holocaust' endlessly on one of the many shitty thrift store guitars lying around the house. On returning home I dove head long into the album and come out with a whole new perspective on Big Star and more importantly, Alex Chilton. For me, it took falling in love with the downer vibe of 'Sisters Lovers' to really appreciate the slicker production of '#1 Record' and 'Radio City'. I guess sometimes you have to work a bit to find your real heroes.

Home video shot by members of Big Star while recording their first record in Memphis.



Looking back through his canon of songs I feel that almost every one of them is an instant classic. That's a hard mark to hit through a career spanning over 30 years. Though he did it effortlessly. Even the covers he chose stand as memorable renditions, as well as a testament to his genuine love of music.

Interview with Alex Chilton on 120 minutes in '85.


I'm still kicking myself for not going to see the re-formed Big Star last November at the Brooklyn Masonic Temple. It turned out to be one of Chilton's last performances. Even so, the music will be engrained in me forever.

Thanks Alex!