Roots, part 12: Shooting Stars

Most likely this is the end of the series, and so far it may be the most important.  No, it's not really related to anything I'm doing now, it doesn't have any of the familiar characters, it doesn't even amass any great talent like BATWÖLF.  In fact, it was far from my band.

What is so special about Shooting Stars is that they are the oldest.  Xyster (whose material will probably never surface) was barely even a thing at this point.  I believe that Tommy Holden, Adrian Ricelli, Aidan, and myself had only played all together once at this point.

It was July 2001 in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania.  I was in my first week of the legendary Summer Music Programs in a "misfit band" that I decline to name and discuss in detail, mostly because it was just lame kid stuff - nothing interesting, offensive, or competent.  The three boys (not even one girl that week in the overnight program) were not on the same wavelength musically and it seemed like few others were.  That was, until I met Shooting Stars.

They kept to themselves as they had all come together.  Two of the oldest - Chris Ott and Emilio Rovello, and one of the youngest - Johnny Ott, students at the program.  I sat with them one day at lunch and we connected over love of the B-52s, Ramones, and many other hip artists.  My band didn't appreciate this desertion, but I didn't care.  I learned that these three were the only kids in the program for all three weeks, they had traveled unaccompanied via train from Stamford, CT, and had rented all their gear.  None of them had any experience playing music, even on their own, until that summer.

Of course that put off other students, but I knew that training had nothing to do with making music. These three had no boundaries in the music they loved.  They were some of the only people there who liked hip-hop, they liked punk, and ska, and psychedlia, and experimental rock, and even jam bands - even though they couldn't see how anyone would listen to that exclusively.  It was liberating coming from an enviroment full of very close-minded music fans.  They were open to anything but Weezer.  Despite being thrown into their guitar, bass, and drums and having to sing at the same time they managed to make a big splash on the scene their first week.  Their key composition "Current C#" with its infectious reggae-inspired groove became the best remembered song in that program's history.  No joke.  Instructors would be playing this catchy tune for years afterward.

So, with it apparent that these were the koolest cats in Bryn Mawr I asked Chet, the leader of this fine institution if I could join Shooting Stars despite there already being a bass player.  Luckily it was allowed and that Friday night I became another Shooting Star.  On Monday we were given a slightly hippie-ish instructor named Josh and we went to work on the next EP.  Josh was pretty helpful despite being in over his head and he more than anything was there for an extra skilled hand as the four young musicians swapped instruments and made Summer Music Programs history.  Here is the evidence:

Back and front cover, featututing the barely visible typo from our designer.

These are thanks you's that are hard to read, and most are not that important, mostly obvious.  There's a lot of thanks to the Sage Dining Service and their gruff employee Tyone Ellis and no hanks to Weezer and The Bon.  Also thanked are Pooch, the "industry insider" that would speak at Summer Music Programs for many years, and "bitch on wheels" which was a catchphrase of that week.

Inside artwork, taken from a fun and immature afternoon with Hayden Wright.
That's us in tennis skirts.  Shame Emilio was cut from that image, he cross-dressed too.

Back cover starring Johnny Ott.

The EP kicks off with "Music,"young (12) Johnny's original, which despite being sung from a drummer's perspective features Chris on drums playing some really cool awkward-length fills (on purpose).  It features Josh on Chris's role of guitar and is the only song with two basses.  It's pretty cute.

Next is my vocal spotlight "Now I wanna Sniff Some Glue" which we had to change to "snip" some glue, if you can even tell.  It's kinda ruined by the high, snappy snare that EVERYONE had to use on that trip to the studio, but also established me as "the Ramones guy" for many years at the program, almost more than I wanted.  For the sake of extension, we added a solo that Chris made real weird.

Then things really move into our unique territory with "61 Cans on the Wall/The Bon" which, of course, was mixed up on the CD.  This was a loose, reggae-inspired jam, with hippy-dippy rap lyrics a la De La Soul from Chris and Emilio.  The tracks features myself and Josh on piano, but no need to mention that - it's mentioned in the improvised lyrics towards the end.  Chris gets really weird on guitar on this track, further showing how willing this group was to just have fun and be weird.  At the end we go into the noise breakdown "The Bon" - a noisy punk attack with all four of us shouting out the memories from the week, largely about Tyrone Ellis and "Johnny Dinglehopper." Johnny Ott's screams my be my favorite part.

Ending it is the six and a half minute instrumental "Twisted Symphony" which really foreshadowed just about everything I have done with music since.  Chris Ott gets even weirder with his guitar parts and he and Josh overdubbed some pretty weird sounds.  Emilio is on keyboards, and I play a repetitive bass drone.  On the rhythm track josh lended an extra set of hands on drums.

I will admit it can be a rough listen at times, but far less than Chronic Insurgence.  If you want to hear a bunch of kids who love music and hate rules and conformity here it is.  I have never had more fun recording in my life and when I hear this all the memories come back.  You can hear some of these tracks and realize that I really haven't changed in the 12 years since making this.  Shooting Stars was a rare band, especially this week.  We genuinely liked each other and shared a lot of vision.  Never gain would Summer Music Programs have a band go into a professional studio and just jam and mess around.  Just listen for yourself, you will be glad you did because there is nothing else like it.  Maybe the Shaggs, but I think it's a lot easier of a listen!

DOWNLOAD:  Shooting Stars - Politically Correct (2001)

Roots, pt. 8: Skin Rat

I must admit I forgot about this one.  That's because it began after the inception of Super River, but before leaving California.  It is the first of many Super River side bands, but without a doubt the best-defined.  Almost all of these groups have names and I cannot keep track of them.  Maybe Jesse can, but those are just the ones that he is in!  Every different configuration of the members of Super River has a different name, though the recorded material is usually just lumped in as "Super River."  When others are concerned it's different.  There are countless bands made up of any number of the five of us and our usual collaborators like Miles Marsico, Max Dameron, Colin O'Brien-Lux, Arran Rogerson, David Boe, Michael Solan, Paul Igaz, and many more.  A few I can recall include God Particle, which I believe is the four male members of Super River, Silk & Flowers which is Super River (or at least most of us) plus Max Dameron (and possibly Miles) and of course Kathryne and Miles' project Fake date.

So then onto Skin Rat.

Thanksgiving week 2011 was a trying period for Super River with Jason's schedule changing (or so we thought), Jesse's visit to New Mexico, and Kathryne and Alex's long trips away to Portland and Atlanta, respectively.  We feared they may never come back, but luckily that was not the case and the band continued.  Jesse took this opportunity to test out some new recording ideas in our space at ABC studios, in Glassel Park with the help of me and our friend Andrew Lewis.  These tests were successful as anyone who knows the improvement in sound quality in our recordings from late November/December 2011.  Upon Kathryne's return we recorded the first versions of classics like "It's Dancing Time" and "The Liberty Science Center."

It all began with Skin Rat.  Jesse, Andrew and myself decided to jam for two nights and we had a great time.  We tried a few different configurations instrument-wise, but found the greatest success with myself on guitar and vocals, Andrew on bass, and Jesse on drums.  Unfortunately the bass is pretty low on these recordings but the power of the trio is still apparent on these dark, heavy, and angular songs - all improvised in the usual tradition.  Worth a listen if you were curious about my guitar playing.

"Blood on the Ground" is a noisy and angular goth/no wave track, "DryWings" is is a quick bit somewhat meandering track that would work well in a psychedelic Western shootout.  Pretty cinematic.  "Fly Climate" with its eeire vocals is also atmospheric, naturally of jungle nightmare.

DOWNLOAD:  Skin Rat - Mom's Worst Nightmare (2011)

Roots, part 7: The Lost Bands

I started playing in bands when I was 12.  That was way too late, but it was hard to find people to play with.  I was mostly a drummer back then, you could say.  When Time Well Spent played at the William Annin Middle School talent show in 2000 it was time to stop dragging my feet.  Time Well Spent was a ska band led by Will Lulofs (aka Will Stratton) who at that time included Laura Allen (drums), Alex Jen (bass), maybe Rob Fehn (sax), Josh Felter (trombone) and I think, Greg Schefler (trumpet).  Later on they included Jeff Nazareno on guitar and Shannon Mackey on vocals.

So I hooked up with Matt Brady who just started playing guitar.  We would eventually call our band Panaphobia, but for the rest of 2000 I switched to bass and we had a revolving cast of members such as Doug Chee, Bo Liu, Alec Signorino, Tommy Holden, and probably everyone else I was friends with in 8th grade. No recordings survive to my knowledge, but Doug Chee made some on his old TalkBoy, but in addition to Metallica and AC/DC covers "The Tower Air Saga" and "Smokey Bear Plays With Matches" were in their early formation.  The former was the first song we wrote with lyrics by Tommy written after a Time Well Spent performance.  Those lyrics returned in a one-off performance from Love Athena much later.  Other names considered/used were The Electric Shoes, (Red) Convulsion, and Safety Hazard.  How embarrassing!

That band dissolved by the end of 8th grade and things settled down on Xyster which featured myself, my brother Aidan, Tommy Holden, and Adrian Rodrigues Ricelli.  That band was a lot more focused on humorous noise rock and a demo recorded with a computer microphone was made on a MiniDisc in the Autumn of 2001.  That has probably vanished, sadly, but it had some cool stuff.  Any fan of The Power of Rawk would have loved what we made.  That day (possibly others too) we recorded songs like "The Tower Air Saga," "Radio Boy," "Creep Street," "Smokey Bear Plays With Matches," and "Randy."  The last was written by guest vocalist Albert Martini who compliments the lyrics about a bratty kid with a Louis Armstrong voice assuring us, "I got the Jell-o!"  It was one of the only songs to utilize the band's dual bass capability.   Tommy was out of the band somehow and replaced with Sam Deutsch before Xyster played Charter Day in Basking Ridge, May 2002 though it was not very successful.  We played "Creep Street," "Virulent," "Love Will Tear Us Apart," and I think "Blitzkreig Bop."  It was intense, I think "Virulent" sounded best even as a broke sticks and played drums with my hands.  At the time I thought we were re-inventing noise-rock.  It mat have been true.  

In the summers of 2001-2003 I attended Summer Music Programs in Bryn Mawr, PA and recorded 6 EPs with 5 different groups, all of whom played a show at the end of the week.  In 2001 was was in the Mejettes which was a pretty sad group of misfits that covered "Brown-Eyed Girl" and began my tradition of singing the Ramones with "Blitzkreig Bop," albeit with incorrect lyrics.  I can't recall what else and I would prefer not to... oh God, one of then was "What I Got"...  The next week I joined Shooting Stars on second bass/multi-instruments.  Shooting Stars had proven themselves the most interesting band the week before, and the coolest kids int eh program with the most diverse and open taste in music and best attitude.  Before me they had written some cool dubby originals and covered A Tribe Called Quest's "Can I Kick It?"  We did an original called "Music," another jammy one which's title I cannot recall, "Now I Wanna Snip Some Glue," and something else.  The Ramones cover was altered to keep it parent-approved, though it still got me in trouble as my own mother found a tube of Liquid Nails I was using to fix an old guitar buried in my room.  It was embarrassing, though the music was still cool.

The next year Aidan joined me and the first week we met Jeff Ziga who was our drummer and goth chick who played guitar.  We called ourselves the Popes and recorded the EP Shabazz!.  We played "Creep Street" and "Virulent" which had evolved to have a few more changes.  Even the super-hip Ziga was unsure of our minimalistic krautrock and Spacemen 3- derived sound, but we did it.  Additionally we covered more Joy Division with "Transmission" and something by the Ramones, I think "Beat on the Brat."  The next week the brothers McEneaney were thrown into another misfit band.  Satisfied with our work the week before we took it easier, but it was pretty difficult.  The band's de facto leader was a blue-haired Hot Topic victim from Chicago named Josh.  He dubbed us "Chronic Insurgence" which he thought was really clever and put this symbol on the album cover that was a total rip-off of the Quake logo, though he denied it to no end.  He played guitar and vocals.  Even worse was a rich redneck from North Carolina named Chuck.  I hit my breaking point with him and threatened him.  The administration had to speak with me, but they sympathized.  Everyone did.  I hope he was murdered.  Both of them actually.  The bassist (I played guitar all week) was the best non- McEneaney int eh band, but still your typical bass nerd.  He loved to slap and was really excited about the release of By The Way, wanting to cover the title track.  Obviously, he had a chin beard.  He was credited on the EP as "Qev."  The band performed a so-bad-it's-good original by Josh - the title escapes me, "Just Like Honey" (which I sang, of course), a jam and a cover of "Sunday Bloody Sunday" which had a noise breakdown that actually was the band's greatest achievement.  "Just Like Honey" was fun too and is my mom's favorite recording, but the BC Rich just doesn't jive with it.  When we played it Aidan, of course, cranked his distortion all the way up, once to be corrected by Josh who felt the need to remind him it was "a soft song, no distortion."  What an asshole.

These four EPs still exist, unfortunately the first two are in LA.  I'll get them back and post them.  The second two I could get at my mom's place some time soon probably/hopefully.  As for 2003, that was already documented in my article on The Shears.

In Fall 2002, Adrian left and Xyster folded, making way for Hurtu, which has also been documented.  What I failed to mention, possibly intentionally was the Guilty Parties.  This was a punk band formed by André Cernasov prior to joining Pukey and the Vomets and bassist Sean Dlugos.  I played drums, Sam was the singer.  We had some original songs which sadly I can only remember one being a reggae jam with a lot of cursing.  We also did "California Über Alles."  The main original we did though was not bad and pretty funny, though.  We had a good time.  Recordings probably existed, but I know nothing of them.

After that there was The Shears, Mr. Disco, and Love Athena.  In Spring 2004, Sam and I were in pop-metal supergroup Batwolf, a band whose legend is too lengthy and will one day get their own article - hopefully right before a reunion.  I will say a little though, such as that the band included myself, Sam, Will Lulofs, Jeff Nazareno, and Albert Martini, all of whom have been mentioned in this article already.  The five of us assumed the names of five demigod brothers raised by Ganfalf on planet Lovetron named Valhalla O'Shea, Ogrim Doomhammer, Sir Elven Hellspawn, River Styx Milton, and Sabertooth Siren.  We had three songs - "Meat Factory Lovin'," "The Fall of The Wizard," the gorgeous "Love Commander," and an ELO-inspired instrumental.  Instrumental recordings were made of the songs for Albert to practice vocals and have since disappeared.  There were plans to record a record entitled Taste the Rock which would also include a title track, but after two performances that was the end of the band.  The first was at Charter Day and saw the group chauffeured by Mike Raynes in his 1990 Chrysler LeBaron nicknamed "Ron" in full costume.  We played all three fully-formed songs and welcomed Liam Carroll in character as Dr. Alphonzo Vengeance feeding microwaved (and mostly partially-frozen) taquitos to Sam.  He threw a few into the audience, hitting Eric "Big Montana Schneider" on the head with one, prompting a humorous "are you serious!?" caught on a lost video taken by Tommy Holden.  A small, mostly acoustic show was organized in Society Hill by Jeff's place later, but was cut short by power issues and awful neighbors.  It was gorgeous as we set up our instruments and fans by the pond that late spring evening.  Later, Liam made a documentary about the group further developing the band's mythology.

Batwolf illustrated:  Will, C-Mac, Albert, Jeff, Sam, and Liam

That Autumn, following the breakup of Love Athena I joined two other bands, I played bass in neither group.  I served on guitar in Down/B with Jason Paskow (also of Jesus Cookie), Tom Baumgarten, and Taylor Green.  We had some cool sounds and covered "Hey Ya," but I was too busy to keep up and I don't think much happened afterwards.  The other was The Hispanics with Tim King (aka Raphael Agudelo), Alex Talbot, and Adrian Rodriguez Ricelli.  I played drums and we had a cool dissonant, yet danceable post-punk sound in the mold of early Liars, The Ex, and of course, This Heat.  I remember a song called "She Missed The Stop Sign" being one of our best.  We played a party at Paul Niziolek's on December 10, 2004.  Birthday boy Aidan guest starred with us on sax when we played "Sex Bomb" - Flipper, not Tom Jones.  No recordings made to my knowledge.

As high school ended Will, Jeff, and I went ahead and finally formed the ultimate Basking Ridge supergroup The Tangles.  We had three songs and I think recorded at least instrumental racks to all which have all been lost.  A full song "Nightmare Town" was put on a Myspace which has somehow vanished.  It's a shame, it's perfect indie rock, circa 2005.  I tried to put a new version of the Tangles together the next summer with Sheldon Kartush on bass and myself on guitar.  We played "Love Commander" and a few other songs, but nothing else came of it.  That was about it until The Comfy Men, the Ways, Super River, and my new band featuring Jeff Nazareno and Andrea Kannes which has yet to be named.

Oh, also there was The Funkateers who was more of a performance art piece.  Sam played guitar, Ian David Played bass, I think Ryan Clark played drums while I played a silent home-made keytar and Alex Dinsmore and Brian Von Glahn were backup singers/dancers.  I think...  Either way, that was the same day I lost my virginity and Ridge high had it's 2003 Battle of the Bands featuring excellent performances from Tommy Wanish and Jeff Nazareno.  The latter, originally intended to include Will (who was sick), featured not only a cover of "Bizarre Love Triangle," but also a robot battle of Albert Martini as Killtron and Tim King as "Ghetto" Killtron.

Oh, and also I assisted Tim with some emo demos he was making with Lindsey Morelli in 2002.

That's just about everything.  More about my friends and my future later.

Roots, part 4: Love Athena

I was originally going to outline the storied history of BATWÖLF here, but I have opted to end with an article about all the lost bands in one - the ones whose recordings are missing, probably permanently, or never even existed.  So today instead we have what is probably the highlight of this series:  Pudge Athena.

Love Athena's history started off real ugly.  It began one night in the Fall of 2003 when the core trio of The Shears auditioned drummer Peter Cross.  Suspicious something was going on, Alec got a ride over from Sam's mom (which she no longer remembers, if you can believe that) as the four were playing.  We reminded him that he was brought in temporarily and explained we had no intention of ousting him.  Rather we thought a switch to guitar would be beneficial for everyone involved, especially as he has been bringing a guitar to practice each time for quite a while and Sam's interest in keyboards was growing.  After a few songs as a quintet, sounding better than ever before Alex exited in tears and took the name The Shears with him.  It began a dark period between the musicians, but also a new band known as Love Athena.

That was some intense stuff and no fun to write, but that's my side of the story and it always has been.

Most of the practices from then until late Winter were held at Cross's house in Upper Montclair and we came up with a lot of great songs, even as egos were beginning to battle more and more.  We played one show at the Bloomfield Ave. Café in December and another in Alex Dinsmore's garage afterwards.  There was also a show in Sam's basement, but I don't remember if we played.  That night got really dark too.  Really dark.  This was such an awful time, mostly, to be completely honest.

Cross proved to be unreliable and a poor personality match for the band and that spring we brought in classmate Will Floyd on drums.  He was a lot better, not to say Cross was weak, but I can't remember.  I believe it was with him that we recorded the five demos for the planned album Modern Art and the Spaceage Supersuit.

DOWNLOAD:   Love Athena - Modern Art and the Spaceage Supersuit demos (2004)

"A Shot In The Dark" was one of our first forays into synth-heavy arrangements and one of our best songs.  The lyrics, while mostly abstract and at times allegedly ripped off from a friend of Alec's who recorded with Sam are some of the most personal.  Though at a high frequency the synth part is incredibly catchy and moving and make up for some of my goofier moves on the bass.  Aidan's guitar style is defined here and it, along with the steady beat keep this from falling into the then-trendy disco-punk sound.  This is also perhaps the only song from this era with harmonies.

"Autograph" is a rawer and more aggressive take than heard on ¡Swing Pad! and the positively monstrous guitars and heavy drumming make it a superior version in my opinion, to say nothing of the improved vocals, though the clean guitar lead does more to distract than enhance the song.  Luckily, it's pretty low int he mix.

"Morning Glory" also benefits from this rawer performance and production.  Both extended lead guitar and vocals do a lot more for the song as does the faster tempo, which makes it a more fun listen, but less hypnotic than time suggests would have been idea.

"Strawberry Shit" was really something else, and probably the closest thing we came to prog, though 90s indie, funk, and even screamo come into the mix as well... oh and vocoder.  I think there are five-different sections and as weird as this song is it's exciting and definitely the most fun out of these five.  I say this a lot, but there's really nothing else out there like this song at all and you'll need to hear it a lot before you believe it.

Ending this set is "Flying Guillitines" which is another older song that goes back to the days of the Shears, and possibly even Hurtu.  Aidan based the riff off "Stairway to Heaven" if you can believe that.  That Hüsker Dü-esque riff and its accompanying bass line are the charms of this track as the lyrics are more weepy teenage boy stuff in line with The Power of Rawk's "11" and the whole thing gets a little repetitive.  Definitely the sloppiest performance of the five too, but it was always fun to play, probably was cool live too!

The Summer of 2004 slowed things down a bit, but Sam and I kept working on new material with more and more keyboards and dynamics.  Unfortunately, none was ever recorded, but I remember it being some of the finest music I would be involved with making for many, many years.  Ego-related tensions grew and grew until a massive falling out at the end of the Summer.  I went onto Down/B with Jason Paskow, Tim Baumgarten, and Taylor Green, the Hispanics with Tim King, Adriand Ricelli, and Alex Talbot, and then The Tangles with Will Lulofs and Jeff Nazareno before heading out to Boston for school.

NEXT:  Alameda's the Comfy Men.

Indeed That Heavy, But This Futen Has No Right to Say...

Well, I've been inactive for a long time now. Just wasn't feeling too inspired, but that's changed. Just dicked around in this hopeless post-graduate LA job-market clearing my palate with some old favorites and Rhino's Super Hits of the 70s: Have a Nice Day series thanks to my roommate Tommy. That and getting deeper into Julian Cope's Japrocksampler...

...which of course has been the return of my inspiration, and here is Les Raillezes Denudés. Formed in the late 60s this Japanese band formed out of the folk scene emerging with the radical (mostly communist) left, but eventually took their music in an even more radical direction. After the politics took an equally radical turn for the band's bassist hijacking a plane en route to South Korea with quite a few American passengers and escaping to North Korea, the band faded somewhat into obscurity. At this point the cult legend and the sound only sound worthy of it grew. At this point leaderand sole consistent member Mizutani Takashiheaded off into the mountains to live in isolation and set the standard for generations of futen artists like Ghost and perhaps his most dedicated followers Acid Mothers Temple and the Meltin Paraiso U.F.O. Here the sound was honed, taking the Velvet Underground's "Sister Ray" as the blueprint and turning into a precise art of noise as only the Japanese could. Not to mention it's a whole lot more interesting musically, and I must hope with less-embarrassing lyrics. Likewise, Andy and the Velvets' Exploding Plastic Inevitable Show was the top influence on Mizutani's "total sensory assault," which unfortunately was put to rest in 1997.

This set - a bootleg like all their releases, is ranked as the third greatest of the Japrock movement by Cope is some of the most exciting music I've heard. Starting off with the hypnotic "Strong Out Deeper Than The Night," the band's mastery of noise and atmosphere as well as Mizutani's perfectly executed vocals prove that this unique music demands one's full attention. Luckily, it is well-held for the whole 15:33 with an exploratory experience of jazz with the unity of a classic rock song. "The Night Collectors" rocks out the hardest and catchiest, but not without the Tarkovskyesque approach of "sculpting in time." Moments, or long stretches of them of softness come through as well most notably in "Enter The Mirror," making this psychedelic experience particularly dreamlike. For those looking for the most hardcore psychedelia, here it is, one that evokes the full-body brain-piercing experience of an Acid Mothers show even though these busted laptop speakers - full-blast, full-attention, life-changing.


Les Rallizes Denudés - Heavier Than A Death In The Family (1995?)

*I have a few more suspicions than usual this file may not have uploaded properly, so please let me know if there's an issue!

Here's a great video - the true title of this gorgeous song is "Romance of the Black Grief"

Party In The Pines - Big Sur

Thanks to my friend (whose more-professional-than-mine review is available here) I was able to attend this great event.

We arrived as Wooden Ships were playing. They were pretty cool - heavy instrumental psych-rock with the years there to do it quite well. Next there was Vietnam and Farmer Dave. Neither of them did it for me, personally, but with some good, but expensive New Orleans barbecue and some good, and modestly priced local beer who cares? Then, at last there was Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti. His set consisted mainly of new stuff and the obscure. Some of these highlights were "Bevery Kills (Freaks with the Golden Heirs)" and "Psychodrama City." The new stuff is fantastic and I really can't wait for the next LP, which if released on time could rank as one of the best of this decade. He also gave an obvious(ly great) rendition of "Among Dreams" and my wish from the last time I saw him of hearing "Higher and Higher" was granted.

Following Pink was Gang Gang dance. I had never heard them before, but they put on a really cool show, which even more than the other sets I wished had been in a different setting. I would not listen to their records, but when they play LA next I will attend that show, especially if it is at the Echo, where their sound would fit perfectly.

Dungen was the star of the show in my eyes, and while they played mostly cuts from he last two albums, it was everything I could have asked for. Gustav Ejstes' genius was in plain view as he demonstrated his skills on mainly piano, plus vocals, flute, guitar... and tambourine. Also on display was his amazing ability to find talented musicians who can play just like him. The band also matched the forest setting best and their sound on classics like "Festival" and "Panda" was more subdued, yet no less powerful than on Ta Det Lugnt. Never miss the chance to see Dungen.

Another star of the show was the DJ who gave us music during the painfully long transitions. Her set consisted heavily of Anatolian rock, even with a cut from Benimle Oynar Mısın - the awesome "Sen Varsin". Gustav Ejstes was enjoying it a whole lot and why not because many of those artists are a clear influence on him.

And of course, who could discuss Anatolian rock without Erkin Koray...

Starting as early as the late 50s, Erkin Koray was the definitive voice of the Anatolian Rock movement, which while less famous was as unique and strong as similar prog/psych rock movements of the time in West Germany and Japan.

Since I have been so unreliable lately, here are his first two solo albums, which despite the increasing availability of Anatolian Rock since the successful Obsession compilation are really not "widely" available. Both of them are very strong and solid and serve as a great introduction to the style which melded Western psych rock with traditional sounds from the crossroads of the Old World. The self-titled is the one that is most in tune with that side, while Elektronik Türküler, much cleaner, is a little but more on par with the West, despite the exotic language. Okay, enough words.


Erkin Koray - Erkin Koray (1973)


Erkin Koray - Elektronik Türküler (1974)

The Hidden Door: Found

Forming in Riverside, CA, in the mid 60s, the Misunderstood made one big mistake. Instead of remaining in their home and probably being a big hit on the Sunset Strip they followed the current British Invasion and relocated to England where they became one of the great lost bands of the sixties.

This album, recorded in 1966 was not even released until 1982, when even with the rise of neo-psychedelia this could never have hoped for an audience. The group's move is also significant in how it tells their sound. The Misunderstood is to the Yardbirds what the Olivia Tremor Control was to the Beatles. That is to say that their sound is what the blues rockers could have become had they gone further and further into their psychedelic territory. That London blues sound never leaves their sound even though the band goes as far into the psychedelic whirlwind as the 13th Floor Elevators - the band with whom they warrant the most significant comparison, particularly the first album. Lead vocalist Rick Brown's soulful voice on par with Eric Burdon's adds an element not often heard in American psych-rock, even outdoing Arthur Lee. The steel guitar provided by Glenn Ross Campbell wail in a way that set the standard of masterful use of alternative instrumentation is both the psychedelic and progressive rock that would follow in the footsteps. That is not to say the regular guitars don't kick ass as well. The songwriting is as strong, perfectly creating some of the heaviest rock of the sixties on par with the Creation. Some of the best tracks are opener "Children of the Sun," I Unseen," "I Can Take You To The Sun," and should-have-been hit "I Cried My Eyes Out." The Misunderstood's splicing of bluesy British Invasion, far-out acid rock, and proto-punk/metal heaviness makes it perhaps the quintessential underground rock album of the era.


The Misunderstood - Before The Dream Faded (1966/1982)

What About The Problems of Our Society?

Ever since I first acquired this via New Jersey's Vintage Vinyl I had wanted to attend a dance party featuring the music of A Certain Ratio. Sunday I will finally have my way. So, if you are an Angelino and already a fan, or I am just about to make you one, be at the Echo Sunday night at 10 for Factory Night. I will no doubt be there (as well as Funky Sole the night before).

The initiated often have a poor idea of ACR based on their portrayal as Tony Wilson's boy band in 24 Hour Party People but they are actually contenders with the rest of the bunch. Appropriately named after a Brian Eno song ("The True Wheel"), ACR sounds like that artist making a Latin funk album and succeeding (although their LPs are admittedly not strong). This band put a dark ambiance around percussive dance music and pulled it off with impeccable musicianship - especially from drummer Donald Johnson. A Certain Ratio was in many ways the most definitive Factory band that ushered in the transition from atmospheric Joy Division and Durutti Column into New Order and eventually the burgeoning rave scene. This is most evident in their longer, loosely structured dance tracks like "Knife Slits Water" and "Sounds Like Something Dirty." Their more pop-like tracks are some of their best work such as the classic "Du the Du," "Shack Up," and my personal favorite "Faceless (Graveyard and Ballroom)." The explosive intsrumental, "Blown Away," is so great I am tempted to put a second pun in this sentence. White (well, 80%) funk does not get any better than this, and all for one reason: they never lost touch with the fact that they were teenage Bowie/Eno devotees from Manchester. That and an unbelievably creative sense of rhythm.


A Certain Ratio - Early (2002)

"B-Sides, Rarities, & Sessions" is not another album, but simply the second disc.

It is an enhanced CD that includes this video, which by request of poster I am not allowed to imbed, but is absolutely worth watching.

See you Sunday!

You Better Shut Up and Listen!!

If you talk to anyone who was actually on the Sunset Strip during the brief days of L.A. punk the names that will appear the most are always the Germs, X, the Weirdos, and the Screamers. Unfortunately, one of those bands didn't leave us behind with any classic records.

...And it's a shame, because the Screamers, known for their tall hair styles, may have been the best. They did have one of the most innovative sounds and performance styles of any punk band, regardless of location. Relying on synthesizer and Fender Rhodes rather than guitar and bass the band did not even broach on New Wave/Postpunk/Synth Pop and really had much more in common with the Germs than any artist of those styles. That coupled with Tomata du Plenty and Tommy Gear's drag past in SF and Seattle (where the roots of the band began as the Tupperwears) which heavily shows in the du Plenty's emphasis on performance and costume. The Screamers reflect just how all-inclusive the Los Angeles Punk scene was and, as a result, how it was one of the most important music scenes of the 1970s. To appreciate the Screamers, one must see them:


As you can see, it's pretty incredible - especially those dance moves! The big problem with the L.A. punk scene, was the despite it's proximity to the labels, it was completely ignored by the labels. The Screamers sound, in particular, was believed to not be able to translate well to recording. The music of the proceeding ten years, I believe, proved that entirely wrong. All that is left in that was are these very rough demos which are really not particularly listenable, but are the best we can do. I would just recommend watching them over and over again.

I believe both Gear and du Plenty died of AIDS, but the other two members went on to pretty significant careers. Paul Roessler played keys for the death-rock pseudo-supergroup 45 Grave (with the Germs Don Bolles and future Dream Syndicate guitarist Paul B. Cutler), while drummer K.K. Barrett works as a Production designer and has worked on all of Spike Jonze's films.


The Screamers - Demos 1977-78

Don't Search for Love, Make It

There's definitely nothing like this.

Within the first few weeks of high school George Brady, a talented musician in his own right was bringing in extra large photos of his father proving that Jimi Hendrix had stolen his Caribbean look. It was pretty convincing. The saga continued two years ago as two friends of mine, while enrolled in an NYU documentary course, made a documentary (whcih I wish were online almost as much as Brady himself does) about the musician at the suggestion of one of his neighbors who was in the same group. That was when I first discovered this remarkable album art. It was about a year later, though, that I managed to hear the music, and I think it's pretty cool. My friend Sam Park strongly agrees.

Think CAN with a steel drum. That is probalby the best short description I cna give, but a strong one regardless. The steel drum is what makes this so unique and such a fascinating listen. The drum works in this psychedelic milieu much like the organ does, but with a more abrasive, organic, and exotic tone. The album kicks off really hard with "Glass House," maybe the best song on the album and the band jams out quite well, honestly, on par with a lot of the artists of the same time in West Germany. The energy on this track does not wane through the rest of the album especially on "Once Upon a Candle." The band functions well, letting Brady's unusual talents shine through while accompanying him perfectly. Brady's lyrics and vocals play a massive part into this album being so otherworldly, as his voice is not the greatest and his lyrics tilt rapidly between psychedellic psychobabble (see "Halucinodream") and stream-of-consciousness preaching. However it all works well and as hard as it would be to believe after seeing some of this documentary, Brady's "It's a Good World Outside" sounds sincere and is pretty effective.


Victor Brady - Brown Rain (197?)

I'm The Man With the Cabbage Head

With the deluxe American re-issue of his masterpiece Histoire de Melody Nelson, and subsequently arranger Jean-Claude Vannier's L'Enfant Assassin Des Mouches Serge Gainsbourg's name has become a household world not only of the knowledgeable hipsters, but all of them. Obviously, though, they don't know much else about him, and that's where we differ.

This album, like the aforementioned one, is conceptual. Rather than Serge's own obsession with an Englsih teenager, this one is about another man. One with a cabbage for a head, and like the Kids in the Hall woudl years later, he really pulls it off. While it may not reach the same level of transcendent perfection like Histoire... this record dives into more styles rather than just funky orchestral porno music. Serge, as he would continue to, dives into the world of reggae and straightforward pop in addition to the psychedelic prog the dominates, all with his cinematic bend. With the complexity of the character's story it is a bit harder to follow, at least without knowldege of French, than Histoire..., but the music picks it up even when it can be a little jammy at times. While the music is not as perfectly arranged and there are some throwaway tracks, there overall Serge-ness is prevailent as always, and the music has a way of really carrying you away into the sleazy, sleazy Seventies. Standout tracks include the epic opening title track, "Aéroplanes," which with a little punchier of a mix could be your ultimate action-sexploitation film theme. "Flash Foward," with it's repetitive acousitc guitars and analog synths is the blueprint for much of what AIR became famous for, particularly on The Virgin Suicides, so much that you hardly notice the presence of a track called "Premiers Symptômes"! However, it is "Marilou sous La Neige," which is the real star and was an early favorite of his for me. Definitely a good next step for those already infatuated with Histoire de Melody Nelson and Initials B.B. but wary of something too loungey or Afro-Cuban.


Serge Gainsbourg - L'Homme À Tête de Chou (1976)

The Heavenly Touch of the Synthesizer

After seeing their album and hearing their name so much I was assuming that Black Moth Super Rainbow was just like Animal Collective at their worst (at a time when I was "washing my hands" of them). I finally gave them a chance and was pleasantly proven wrong and they became a part of my every day life for a few weeks last summer. What is so amazing about them is that they are the first band since the synth-pop explosion to really show the beauty of the synthesizer. By the time of BMSR's breakthrough, their primary instrument had become much-maligned as a music machine with no depth and nothing but artificiality. We all know that the instrument of Kraftwerk, Gary Numan, and Dane Conover could never be such a thing! Where AIR had made the analog synth hip and pretty, this group from Pittsburgh reminded everyone just why Walter (at the time) Carlos' Switched On works were so popular. BMSR shows just why these great tools were invented- to eliminate all restrictions of live music creation, and through their dedication to vintage instruments proves just how much the likes of Robert Moog succeded. This is a brilliant and transcendent record that comes as much from the woods of Western Pennsylvania, as it does from the blissed-out mind of a modern music geek. Great for almost any occasion.


Black Moth Super Rainbow - Dandelion Gum (2007)

All We Wanted to Do Was Eat Cucumber Sandwiches

This is where Robyn Hitchcock's long an remarkable career begins. While it is not one of his best, especially when compared to the Soft Boys' masterpiece follow-up, it is still essential for any fan, and has an amazing cover.

This can be pretty hard to track down, unfortunately, and has been out of print in this country for god knows how long. The Boys really are beginning to get their sound together here, particularly in Hitchcock and Kiberly Rew's dynamic guitar interplay. Their place in the punk movement is much more evident here than on Underwater Moonlight, as is the diverese roster of influences far beyond the sixties psych-pop and postpunk most evident on the follow-up. Regardless of retrospective comparison, this is a pretty solid album, especially at the beginning. "Give it to the Soft Boys" is a great theme song for such a unique (especially in their time and place) group. "Pigworker" is like a real, though no less humorous version of Spinal Tap's "Sex Farm," and a whole five years earlier. "Human Music"'s slowed-down melody forshadows some of Kitchcock's prettier moments in later solo/Egyptians work, while "Sandra's Her Brain Out," may have the quintessential Hitchcock title and lyrics. In many ways this is the ultimate Hitchcock testament as it set the stage for the next thirty years (and probably the rest of his career) in every imaginable way.

Though there are few artists hailing from Cambridge, the Soft Boys are one of the best examples. Hitchcock's voice is enough to carry that city's own tradition and that in addition to his music continues the tradition of Syd Barret, the man who gave the place its original Rock 'n' Roll voice.

I understand there is a deluxe, bonus-tracks version of this album, but I have never seen it in any format... yet.


The Soft Boys - A Can of Bees (1979)

Please Make Me Feel The Beat, You're the One That Drives Me Wild

While I did not take this picture, I could have.

The story with Gary Wilson is that he is from Endicott, NY and released the album You Think You Really Know Me, recorded in his parents' basement in 1977. It was a bizarre, smooth set of outsider music all about unrequited love. Unrequited love to the degree of almost stalking. It is cool though, Wilson comes from a tradition of sleazy lounge music as seen in such titles as "Groovy Girls Make Love At The Beach" and "6.4 = Makeout." After 1980, though he kind of disappeared whilst the album made huge impacts on the likes of the PNW underground and Beck, whose "Where It's At" not only name drops Wilson but shows a clear influence from him. In the early part of this decade Wilson resurfaced as there was a desire to re-issue his first album. He was working in an adult cinema and performing in a lounge band in San Diego. Then he started recording again.

This album picks off where he left off 27 years earlier, which is particularly depending on which album you hear first. Really, the only change here is the addition of his sped-up voice as the alter-ego. Here are more songs from the stalker's point of view even including some of the same characters as in the first album. In this regard some of the best tracks are "Linda Wants To Be Alone," "Gary's In The Park," and "Gary Saw Linda Last Night" - both of which are some of the most exciting parts of his show. Both tracks also come from Wilson's uniquely Endicott voice, namedropping the local geography also heard in "Newark Valley" and the instrumental tribute "She Makes Me Think of Endicott." As creepy as it can get at times, this is a fun set of loungey outsider pop.

Wislon still performs lounge music on the side and it seems like his live band may be the same. When I saw them last summer many members looked very old, as in older then Wislon himself (he is in his mid 50s) - a telltale sign of a lounge band. Still, those guys were a lot more fun, original, and rock 'n' roll than any under-30 band I have seen.


Gary Wilson - Mary Had Brown Hair (2004)

A Truly Royal Scam...

I was told by a friend tonight that the legend R. Stevie Moore had recently passed away, and while his myspace has been re-named "R. STEVIE MOORE R.I.P.," I believe this has to do with his plan to not play live again and death rumors seem false. I know he may not matter as much to everyone has he does to me and my friends, but I think there would be some easily accessible obituary on the man, who if in fact alive is only 57.

Regardless of whether or not it would be in memoriam, I needed to put up some more of his work.

Here is his second "proper" LP, which some people, including the friend who gave it to me, even prefer to Phonography, but to be honest I have yet to absorb it enough to say. Regardless it is a solid set that continues to prove his immense talent. His signiture sound and songwriting skill is on display as much as ever and there is indeed some growth, and some very bold moves including the title "Don't Blame The Niggers." His humor comes out even more on the songs, although the wonderful skits are absent here. This album also marks his move to New Jersey and the WFMU clip that he samples shows the warm welcome we gave him up here despite his perpexling move. The album begins with a bang in "Cool Daddio," which like "Funny Child" may hint at domestic issues that caused the artist's move out of Nashville. Like it or not (as easy on both sides) his love songs are not quite as sincere, but what is lost is replaced with an acerbic whit in the sub-legal "Schoolgirl" and pre-SNL ambiguity of "Oh Pat." It is all delightful, and hopefully so is R. Stevie's future.


R. Stevie Moore - Delicate Tension (1978)

Cor, Baby, This is Really Free!

Here is an artist I'd been meaning to check out for a while and this video totally sold me on him just last night. I guess to compare him to anything (if you haven't watched the video yet) I would say a crazier Billy Bragg, though the same could not be said for frequent collaborator Wild Willy Barratt. He looks more like a Southern rocker, IMO. Perhaps needlessly to say, what I like most about John Otway is his theatricality, fearlessness, and just-plain-weirdness. I have not had the time to absorb the below compilation yet, but of course I love the song fromt he video, which is quite different from the version seen. "Beware of the Flowers" was also a hit in the UK, and so far I am feeling the rest of this comp. "Headbutts," more of a comedy act, was also pretty well known-and earned the duo a sponsorshit from Shure microphones, which of course, was well-deserved.


John Otway - Greatest Hits (2002)

Better than Daniel Johnston, I Assure You

So, basically, this is me forcing myself to post something not from L.A. or New Zealand, but truthfully I listen to this album about as much if not more than everything else I have posted lately.

R. Stevie Moore is an outsider musician. In my opinion, he is the best outsider musician. He hails from Nashville originally and comes from as musical background as his father was Elvis Presley's favorite bassist and a member of the Nashville A-Team, making R. Stevie one of the first second-generation rock musicians. After this record, which was originally released via his uncle on only only 100 copies he relocated to Bloomfield, New Jersey where he has lived ever since. He is the father of home recorded rock and is idolized by the likes of Ariel Pink (who has covered two tracks off this album - "Hobbies Galore" and "She Don't Know What To Do With Herself"), The Elephant 6 collective, and many more. The sound on this album is almost like a lo-fi take on Todd Rundgren's Something/Anything? and is no less American. From the epic instrumental "Melbourne" to the tacked on bonus tracks coming from the extensive work he had already accomplished before this record everything is flawless. The songwriting is brilliant and it's all done with a great sense of humor that extends to some hilariously offbeat skits between songs. Bottom line: this album is a masterpiece. This is outsider music at it's best, if you hear this and still prefer Daniel Johnston you need to give up on music because you will never get it. In addition to every track I've already mentioned so far, "You and Me," "Goodbye Piano," "California Rhythm," "I Want You In My Life," and "Why Should I Love You" are some of the best.


R. Stevie Moore - Phonography (1976)

Additionally, here's a great video of Mr. Moore on Floyd Vivino's WNJN faux-children's show (proto-Pee-Wee's Playhouse) The Uncle Floyd Show on which he would regularly appear:

Simply Put: New Musik - Does It All Add Up To You?

As a change of pace I thought I would write about one of the most forgotten groups on the New Wave, the perfectly-named New Musik. They created some of the most perfect synth-pop you will ever hear. It is a rare sound as any of their songs will sound as strong and full played by a lone musician with nothing but his or her voice and an acoustic guitar. Their sound, while in some ways dated is also quite ahead of its time as this acoustic-electronic integration is constantly being attempted to less successful results these days. They actually had some hits, but have all but been forgotten. Based on music alone it is a wonder why, but the band's unhip aesthetic bizarre lyrics comprised mainly of metaphor and apocalyptic visions may have had something to do with it. My friends and I were lucky enough to discover them via an old mix tape that Tommy's dad had compiled in the early 80s featuring "Straight Lines." Their popularity in their time yielded many videos, mainly from Top of the Pops:


Check out the bassist's playing in this one!





Anything else you could wonder about them is on this extremely informative website.

And of course, here's is the little bit of their music I have (including all the songs from the videos).