New Hope on Earth

Well, I just got back from another show at 5011 in Mid-City. A week and a half I went to see my friend Benefit Friends, but had to leave before he played. However it was still a good time thanks to Tubby Boots and the San Francisco band that preceded them. That band sounded like Ratatat with the guitarist from Tortoise if that rings any bells.

Tonight was an even better show, though. The first band - Furcast was amazing. They were like an epic goth-inspired Black Moth Super Rainbow... but no, that would be playing them off as a little bit more derivative, but shit, they were really great. Corridor may have been even better. Merely a heavily-affected acoustic guitar and drummer they had a very full sound.

Both bands I genuinely liked and fully endorse. I am sure they all have myspaces, but I don't really keep up with that kind of thing. Either way I think despite Jay Reatard's death we have a lot to look forward to again.

The Vaccine to Hearing Loss

Whether you love or hate Antone Newcombe this is going to make you feel stronger either way.


Now, despite what Newcombe says in the above video it is not as easy as you might hope to find all of his music on the internet. After struggling though, I did.

This release, I feel, is particularly important to share as the usual and understandable place to start with BJM is Tepid Peppermint Wonderland: A Retrospective. This album was recorded on TVT Records, which as we all know may function more like a major than any other indie. Though actually with even less patience as this was BJM's only record with them, and they were followed by an almost as brief period with GbV. Naturally, the label would not share these tracks for that wonderful compilation. It sure is a shame as the band was on a roll as much as ever and the record highlights many of the band's strong points.

Recorded during their time in Los Angeles, their sound is rooted as much in 60s psychedelia and the Velvets as ever. However, his album named after an 80s Bowie quote not only is the most typically 90s indie rock I've heard from them but also explored the subtle nuances of 90s psychedelia revivalists. There is no better example of this than the Elephant 6 (Specifically Gerbils-esque) pop of "Jennifer," besides maybe "Dawn" with Newcombe seeming emulating Wayne Coyne. Likewise the magnificent opener "Going to Hell" Newcombe gets in touch with his inner Dylan more than just musically to outstanding results. Tracks like "Nothing to Lose," "Dawn," and "Lantern," are typical BJM at their finest being the perfect medium between Spacemen 3 and Rain Parade. This album is a little more acoustic guitar and organ heavy than a lot of BJM's other work, but not of course with any less of Joel Gion's famous tambourine. Keep the revolution going!


The Brian Jonestown Massacre - Strung Out in Heaven (1998)

Days in Aftermath

Srsly Jay Reatard being dead. I can't believe it. I feel bad about not writing about it in the past few days, but I suppose this is where a positive attitude falls short. Great musician, great performer.

Believe Me!

It seems that over the past year Dara Puspita has become a familiar sound in hip circles, perhaps a mostly as a name to drop, but to be honest, not even this cynic sees it that way. That being said, I am a little late on this, but I should throw in my two cents as well, and perhaps as in such "dire economic times" two cents has more value than we have thought. Either way, I just want everyone to know they heard it here too, plus it's been a while since I've posted one of those girl groups we love so much.

So, Dara Puspita or, in English "The Flower Girls" were an all-singing, all-playing girl group from Java who in my opinion represented everything great about sixties rock. This well-coiffed quartet had the sass and presentation of America's finest negro girl groups, the songwriting of the British invasion, the energy and low fidelity of garage/proto-punk, and all with a delightful psychedelic tinge. Obviously it's a ton of fun. This is as pure as it gets as the forward-thinking West had yet to see such a perfectly self-contained X-chromosome unit and this pre-dates even the Kim Fowley-dictated Runaways by nearly a decade. Like much of the music I have posted it is catchy and memorable even when largely in a foreign tongue, so don't let that bother you on pop gems like "Bhaktiku" and the fantastic title track which demonstrates the finest lo-fi production prior to GbV's Propeller, and maybe even beyond. For those intimadated by the language barrier you may want to start with their beautiful cover of the BeeGee's "To Love Somebody," or their own work in "Believe Me." Regardless this aptly-titled album is a real pleasure from beginning to end.

In some ways, I feel like Dara Puspita will be to 2009 what Os Mutantes was to 2004, so get hip to them before liking them too much makes you seem a bit behind the curve. On the other hand, David Byrne has yet to champion them and their cohorts, so you may be fine. Either way, if you love fun pure, rock 'n' roll, especially from girls this is essential.


Dara Puspita - A Go Go (1968)

Going Where No One Else Can Be

"Sailor" had always been one of my favorite Brina Jonestown Massacre songs, so I am pretty ashamed to have not known it was a cover. Here is the original. More "complete" update later.

And HERE is a link to the album.

Choke on the Wonder of It All

Of course, first off I apologize for disappearing like that. I'll try not to do it again. I am tired as I jsut got back from a show in Mid-City I will likely write about this week.

So here is the first solo album from the one man whose hair outdoes Robert Smith's - Echo and the Bunnymen's Ian McCulloch where he proves the band may be different be he is not. After a substantial break since the masterpiece Ocean Rain he returned with a strong set that does not disappoint. It is another great piece of evidence in the Liverpool stands as one of Rock's greatest cities.

While I can assure any fan of Echo that they will be pleased this is not another album by that band. It's a little less moody and dramatic than them and the music is more akin to New Order even as the singer's voice remains as expressive and pleasant as ever. However, this is not to say that record is full of synth-dominated extended dance tracks. McCulloch is still about well-written poetic psych pop songs best fit for a lonely bedroom or romantic night than a crowded club. The opening track "The Flickering Wall" is sure to engage the most critical listener with it's dreamlike lyrics and production and sing-along chorus you will be glad to have stuck in your head for days. The lullaby-like title track is another standout as is the single "Proud to Fall," and the head-scratching "Horse's Head" with its Godfather imagery is delightful pretentious in that distinctly Ian McCulloch way.

Even if you are wary of solo records from leaders of legendary bands, this one really is a essential for any fan of 80s UK indie rock.


Ian McCulloch - Candleland (1989)

Obnoxious Actions, Obnoxious Results, They Teach Us to Refuse to Be Taught

Thanks to most likely the greatest creations of our time, Pandora, I have finally discovered the ultimate band I shouldhave heard 6 years ago... The Chameleons.

Hailing from outside Manchester, the psychedelic postpunk quartet led by bassist Mark Burgess is the perfect thing in between The Teardrop Explodes (to whom they own a massive debt) and the Smiths, as well as a missing link to post-rock. They released three albums in the mid 80s: Script of the Bridge (1983), What Does Anything Mean? Basically (1985), and Strange Times (1986) before breaking up and re-uniting in 2000. These three records are all fantastic and utterly life-changing, yet they all follow expected patterns: First a raw, energetic debut, then an somewhat excessive piece that relies on studio wizardry, and then an absolute masterpiece.

The debut begins with the near goth of "Don't Fall" which take away it's atmospheric psychedelia would not be out of place on an early Bauhaus release. However, it only gets better from there with "Up the Down Escalator," which's lyrics set the standard of symbolism, introspection, and transcendence. This continues in particular onto "As high as You Can Go." The sophomore release after an indulgent synth intro kicks into "Perfume Garden" which succeeds in melding rock guitars with airy synths and pure emotion so many artists these days fail to replicate. Pretty much every other track does this as well, particularly "On the Beach" and "Looking Inwardly." The final masterpiece Strange Times truly captures everything great about the band with the energetic "Mad Jack" opening and the real show-stoppers "In Answer" and "Tears" solidifying its title as one of the greatest records of the decade. The latter (which has a perhaps even better version on the second disc) and "Childhood" also contain a nostalgia that also sets it as a perfect swansong.

This is 100% essential for any fan of 80s UK indie rock, postpunk, and psychedelic rock... especially if you are a fan of Kilimanjaro.

The Chameleons 80s.

When I Saw You There I Saw The Best Part of Me Was Yourself

As a true Official Iron Man, I would, of course consider Robert Pollard the greatest songwriter ever. Beyond that, I would say the other contributing member of GbV and father of their lo-fi sound Tobin Sprout is the second. Anyone who has fairly listened to their records Propeller through Under The Bushes Under The Stars need not question why. After all where would those albums be if not for classics like "Ester's Day," "A Good Flying Bird," "Little Whirl," "14 Cheerleader Coldfront," or "To Remake the Young Flyer" Slightly less deserving as the greatest records of all time, that's where. Well, here's an entire album of that kind of thing.

This album, release concurrently with Pollard's Not In My Air Force, the initial reaction to Sprout's now out-of-print album was more favorable than Pollard's unexpectedly experimental piece. This one fits in noticeably more with the prior three GbV releases than that album does. In fact, one of the most recent album's standout tracks, "It's Like Soul Man" is re-recorded here - actually with a more clean and professional recording. Luckily it's not even the best song as "My Beloved Martha" and "E's Navy Blue" manage to outdo that GbV masterpiece. that is not to say they are the only two. Really this album is as solid as most of GbV's LPs and to be frank, maybe even better than average. It is the perfect for anyone who ever wished for just a bit more of "You're Not An Airplane."


Tobin Sprout - Carnival Boy (1996)

It's the Story How I'm S'posed to Feel Because You Told Me So

A true American tale of its era. Us in the United States should be able to recall Spring 2002. A time not long after the 9/11 disaster where any incident that could be called terrorism was, understandably, assumed the comlicated, calculated work of Islamic extremists.

One of the many times the media (yes, for any foreigners, it's more often the media than the government... even the Bush administration) was wrong was in the case of the Midwestern Pipe Bomber. The guilty party turned out to be a Kurt Cobain-worshiping Minnesota college kid named Luke Helder. Rather than hurt anybody, Helder wanted to just fight conformity by setting off minor explosions across middle America inthe shape of a smiley face.

9/11 aside, the media, especially in regards to teens/young adults was still reeling from Columbine and eager to point the finger at music. This is where I was first lucky enough to hear Apathy on a rare event of my dad driving my brother and I to school listening to Howard Stern. Copies of the bomber's band's album Sacks of People went for as much as $200 and Stern was lucky enough to get one on the air. As expected, it's a bunch of mindless teen angst played over an honestly well-done imitation of Nirvana that lives up to the perp's attire when busted.

A few years after the incident I managed to find the album's supposed masterpiece "Conformity," but lost it in computer transitions. After years of casual search, I finally got it again along with this site that seems to feature the whole thing. I'll get it later and probably put it up. If anyone has the full album with allthe proper titles and track order, please let me know. This is the Billy Beer of the aughts. Have a blast.

Apathy - "Conformity" and more...

Didn't Realize the Sign, 'Cause it Was the Sign of the Times

As trendy and hip as the city became this decade, it's easy to forget that Portland that actually made it's greatest contribution to music actually came before most of the world actually knew that people actually lived in the Pacific Northwest. That, of course, would be the Wipers, led by the enigmatic Greg Sage.

I am not sure of the availability of their work these days, but when I first got into them at a middle school teacher's suggestion it was all pretty rare. His suggestion was, increasingly weak due to it's Nirvana connection, Is This Real?, with "Return of the Rat." So when I managed to find this compilation in Ann Arbor's Encore Recordings, I was a little disappointed to to find neither that track, nor anything from the classic debut on here. After acquire the all-classic first three albums though, my appreciation for this compilation grew exponentially. With only one track from Youth of America and two from Over the Edge, this set features the best of Sage's supposedly spottier later work.

Most of the tracks on here stand up to the classics' "Messenger," and "Taking Too Long," so this is the perfect source for more Wipers. The opening track "Nothing Left to Lose," is one of Sage's all-time best and his darkly dreamlike virtuosity over a simple rhythm is not only the perfect transition between postpunk and grunge and enough to make one instantly fall in love with the Wipers. However particularly strong, that track is only one of many so carefully selected (especially counting the CD-only last three tracks) that would suggest that the band's last three albums of the 80s were as strong as the first. Also included are a couple tracks from Sage's supposedly lackluster 1985 solo debut. These, "Soul's Tongue" and "Blue Cowboy" are some of the best on here. They certainly have a different sound, slower, cinematic, yet no less effective. Their desperado air seem to be as much of a window into this elusive soul as any of the Wipers' finest moments.

They sometimes call the Wipers a "wrong-coast Mission of Burma," but anyone who's been to Boston can tell you it's the other way around. While that band came to represent their city's pretense and pomposity, the Wipers came to establish the whole sound of their region. Bravo.

The Best of the Wipers and Greg Sage (1990)

Water, Keep On Falling...

Well, back from another trip to the Bay which included a much needed trip to Amoeba after months of being to lazy to go to the one in H-Wood while it was still open...

While in their home town, I was looking for any Viva Saturn, but to no avail. While checking the Rain Parade section, though, I was pleasantly surprised. First, I saw that for the first time ever Crashing Dream was available on CD, but I also found this one for the first time on any format.

Here is a posthumous compilation of Rain Parade's finest odds and ends. Mostly demos, it's a great look into their later work for the Emergency Third Rail Power Trip purist, as the stylistically similar album art should imply. The first ten tracks show the band in preparation for Crashing Dream before Island records cleaned up their sound a bit. Personally, I think most of the album version are better, but these are worth hearing, even if you agree with me. Though, perhaps this could only be said about such standouts as "Mystic Green," as this collection's version of "Gone West," despite its invasive synthesizer is better than the proper album's. Additionally, this includes two tracks (including a title number) from that album which, at least in this context, stand up to the others.

The last nine tracks of this collection are the only available examples of Rain Parade's last days and the unsurprising change of pace. Here the band's final sound was one much darker and indeed for the most part heavier than any previous phase. While at times they remain slow and more comparable than ever to David Roback's post-Rain Parade project Opal, even more are rockier than one would have previously though possible, with the live "Got the Fear" sounding a bit like early Built to Spill. However, this should not be a surprise considering how much Rain Parade's Paisely peers had changed by this point (1987), and these rough demos are better than anything The Bangles or The Three O'Clock released that year.


Rain Parade - Demolition (1991)