Think:
- Motorhead,
- KARP,
- Battalion of Saints,
- Pissed Jeans.
So thick n meaty and, ohyeah, one of my favorite late 10 releases. And the Tom of Finland-esque cover can do no wrong.
A nice review HERE
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Tuesday, December 28, 2010
White Shit - Sculpted Beef
Think:
So thick n meaty and, ohyeah, one of my favorite late 10 releases. And the Tom of Finland-esque cover can do no wrong.
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Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Minutemen - Paranoid Time
In honor of D's tragic passing 25 years ago this week, the first sounds from the Minutemen.
I first heard this entire 7" over lunchtime on the great WNUR, circa 1982. I think I was home "sick" from school, a wire coathanger rigged to my boombox to capture the sweet sounds from Evanston. This was a defining moment. I was intimidated, fascinated, scared, aroused, lost, pummeled by this. This 7" still takes me back to that sick day, a day where something changed. No more beauty have the words "what the fuck" assumed in my life than when they came out of my head that day. Just the right rx for an inexplicably pissed suburban white kid.
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Allmusic.com: Minutemen's debut EP Paranoid Time is a startlingly coherent set of primal minimalism -- a cross between Californian hardcore punk and the succinct experimentalism of Wire. It speeds by too quickly for any particular song to stand out, but the band's terse, frenetic energy is invigorating, as are their imaginative ideas.
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L'Ensemble Choral du Bout du Monde - Noels Celtiques
Happy Holidays!
allmusic:
Brittany is the Celtic region in the west of France where the traditional language is Breton and the music partakes equally of Gaelic, East European, and West European traditions. L'Ensemble Choral du Bout du Monde (translated here as "World's End Choir," a phrase whose meaning is presumably geographic rather than apocalyptic) exists for the purpose of promoting Breton culture by singing both traditional and contemporary Breton music. This disc is a very attractive collection of Christmas songs both old and new -- though few listeners will be able to tell the difference, since even traditional pieces like "Pe Trouz War an Douar?" ("What Noise on Earth?") and "Diskennit euz an Nenvou" ("Descend From the Heavens") will be unfamiliar to almost everyone. The choir is accompanied by organ and occasional bagpipes and whistles, and the singing is excellent. Although the recording would have benefited from a bit more definition, this disc is highly recommended.
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Monday, December 20, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
The Jazz Butcher - In Bath of Bacon [1983]
Rocky says: this time it's personal. (You may know we love us The Butch here in the Forest). And it's taken me a long time to get this up here, but (with a little ripping help courtesy Durwood) at long last, our day has come.
That's a photo of my two (yes two) copies of The Jazz Butcher's first LP, In Bath of Bacon (GLALP 002, for you cataloging cats), proudly displayed on my living room coffee table. I just took that picture. Just now. "In Bath of Bacon" was recorded in Aug/Sep of 1982, released March of 1983.
I picked up my first copy sometime circa 1984 or 5, at Wax Trax Records in Chicago, back in the day, around the first time I saw them live, at what was then called the Cabaret Metro (3730 N. Clark Street, across from Wrigley Field). Gaze upon my ticket stub here. I remember they used Roland Jazz Chorus amplifiers and Max Eider sat perched on a stool and they played an encore cover of Sweet Jane. I was leaning against the stage in wide-eyed awe and had just turned seventeen.
I'm guessing I picked up that second copy at one of the Bay Area Amoeba Records, sometime in the late nineties, probably around the second and last time I saw them perform, at the Great American Music Hall, in 1997 (a gig that Butch's site describes as "a flawless night", an assessment with which I wholeheartedly concur -- I was again, fundamentally dazzled).
I say I'm guessing I bought that back around then because it sounds about right, though I don't have a precise recollection of doing so like I do for the first copy, as it was a point in time where I was more in the habit of selling albums for drugs than I was buying them to listen to, and since I already owned a copy, and I doubtless paid a lot more for the second than I did the first, it sort of goes to the point that I consider this a fucking pretty fucking good fucking record -- good enough to require redundancy, of all sorts.
Anyway, last month Durwood wired up an analog wax digitization conversion rig out in his detached former garage-cum-studio, in order to present his parents with some CDs of their favorite albums on the occasion of their 50th wedding anniversary.
So when I got a chance to get my paws on it last week, I made this my first order of duty. Embarrassing to say that I have not had a turntable in years, say erm, possibly ten.
Sitting down and listening to this again as it got crunched into zeros and ones was a revelatory, goose-bump filled experience.
You know the Butch's thing, I won't try to capsulate it here, just suffice to poorly state that he's all sharp melancholic british whimsy (you know, a sort of Southern Mark Smith), punning wordplay and wry observation, with more than a heartfelt nod to honest pop tunesmanship.
This time around, I thought I heard a wonderful little Jonathan Richman influence that I hadn't recognized before ("Sex Engine Thing", "Big Foot Motel"). I also laughed when I realized that way back in the day I was thoroughly unaware that "Grey Flannellette" was a play on "Warm Leatherette" (-- come to think of it, I didn't know who Mark E. Smith was the first time I dropped a needle on "Southern Mark Smith" either ;-).
What else can I say? Five Quick Things:
1. "Partytime" alone is worth the price of admission.
2. I never noticed how good the guitar playing on the track "Bath of Bacon" is -- ntm the song itself ("The tune just came when I took LSD/The tune just came, meant nothing to me").
3. Side One closer "Chinatown" is fucking priceless: production and arrangement exquisite, its hilarious urgent whispered dark paranoia more prescient than ever: "The Chinese are watching / The Chinese are writing this down" (-- gawd, back when people actually took care to sequence a killer closer at the end of the side of an LP! sigh...).
4. "Always tiny, rarely rude, Kittens are the best friends that I ever knew / Kittens are sweet, Kittens are small, Kittens are only six inches tall" ("Love Kittens")
5. Um, what else? Right: "La Mer" and Side Two closer "Girls Who Keep Goldfish" -- well, they are pretty close to perfect fucking songs, solid tears to the eyes material.
6. and oh yeah, this album is dedicated to Mo Tucker.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Captain Beefheart RIP (January 15, 1941 – December 17, 2010)
Don Van Vliet, who became a rock legend as Captain Beefheart, died today from complications from multiple sclerosis in California. His passing was announced by the New York-based Michael Werner Gallery, which represented his work as a painter.
His Trout Mask Replica was Number 58 on Rolling Stone's list of the 500 Greatest Albums of All Time. In a 1969 review, Lester Bangs called Trout "a total success, a brilliant, stunning enlargement and clarification of his art."
"Don Van Vliet was a complex and influential figure in the visual and performing arts," the gallery said in a statement. "He is perhaps best known as the incomparable Captain Beefheart who, together with his Magic Band, rose to prominence in the 1960s with a totally unique style of blues-inspired, experimental rock & roll. This would ultimately secure Van Vliet's place in music history as one of the most original recording artists of his time. After two decades in the spotlight as an avant-garde composer and performer, Van Vliet retired from performing to devote himself wholeheartedly to painting and drawing. Like his music, Van Vliet's lush paintings are the product of a truly rare and unique vision."
The Art Of Music: Captain Beefheart
Van Vliet leaves behind a wife, Jan. The two were married for more than 40 years.
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Saturday, December 11, 2010
Sam Phillips - It Came Upon A Midnight Clear
Happy Holidays to all the Forest denizens.
Not exactly the most upbeat performance, but a fave.
Not exactly the most upbeat performance, but a fave.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Powder - Biff! Bang! Powder
Allmusic.com: One of the many fine '60s groups who barely got to record, let alone reach a wide audience, Powder was one of the most Anglophile American bands of the decade. Hailing from San Mateo, CA (near San Francisco), the group stood apart from their peers in that they were neither psychedelic nor garage, specializing in power pop with ringing, crashing guitars and harmonies. Most of their material was extremely reminiscent of the Who circa A Quick One and The Who Sell Out, and while it was undoubtedly derivative, it was also well done. Sonny & Cher tried to help Powder get an album out after the group backed them on a 1968 tour, but it was shelved, although a lot of material was recorded. Powder leaders Tom and Rich Frost released some records on their own, including the minor hit "She's Got Love," and an album of unreleased Powder material was finally released in 1993.
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(pw: xara)
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Die Kreuzen - Live in Madison, Wisconsin, 1983
So shamefully underrated.
Die Kreuzen
Live
Madison WI
1983
DIE KREUZEN: PUTTING WITH POTATOES
by Steve Albinifrom Forced Exposure #10, 1986
Yeah, it's 1986 all of a fucking sudden. Just like that, I'm twenty three fucking years old, I have a job, a college degree, an ulcer, bad breath and no sex drive. Without even trying, I'm a fucking geezer. And punk/rock means shit little to anybody in the world anymore, it seems, save for people who just tripped over it recently and don't know what the fuck to do with it. The precious few musical gangs still creating viable, new music are barely hanging on, thanks to an audience so bent on crushing out originality and inspiration you'd think they were some sort of revenge squad sent in as infiltrators by our parents from long ago. Punk rock was the whole fucking world once, back when it meant cutting loose, going all-out and being nobody's tool. What hasn't been bought out has changed, in the hopes that somebody would buy, save that precious few. Yes, there is a Killdozer. Yea, there are Three (count 'em) Johns. Yes, there is a Naked Raygun. Yes there is a Foetus. Yes, yes, yes there are still too many to name (but barely, fucking barely) and one of the unnamed (as yet) is Die Kreuzen. Once the Stellas, now one of the only high-speed American punk-inspired bands that doesn't suck wildly, they are a reason to keep listening. Raw, blasting noise, supremely-defined tight guitar riffs, off-kilter rhythms that swing and throttle as often as they thrash, and memorable, tortured little blasts of hot, screaming spunk. Fucking hell, they make my head swim with the thought of it all: the promise fulfilled. Punk in essence, without sacrifice, without compromise. So why the fuck did Run DMC's label, Profile, offer them a contract? Why the fuck did they say no? What's the deal?
Keith Brammer: bass
Herman Egeness: guitar
Erik Tunison: drums
Danny Kubinski: vocals
FE: Steve Albini
(Danny enters carrying a big box of coat hangers.)
Read the rest...
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Friday, December 3, 2010
24 Hours of Hardcore: 911 Punk Tracks
HOLY SHIT THIS IS A LOT OF FUCKING OLD SCHOOL PUNK ROCK
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Steven Blush, author of
has uploaded 911 hardcore tracks
of his favorite bands for free
Some of the artists include:
Flipper
Minor Threat!
Bad Brains!
Minutemen!
Hüsker Dü!
Dicks!
Butthole Surfers!
Cro-Mags!
Loud Fast Rules!
Man Sized Action!
Negative Approach!
Misfits!
Germs!
Big Boys!
Nip Drivers!
Die Kreuzen!
Naked Raygun!
Life Sentence!
and tons more!
awesome downloads!!!
awesome downloads!!!
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