Sunday, May 1, 2011

Get Smart!-Action Reaction

I went through a weird period as a kid where I obsessively watched Get Smart. Maybe it was the shoe phone, maybe it was utter boredom. I’m not sure. But after all those hours of watching I can’t tell you a single thing about that show. Nothing at all. The Get Smart that I do remember and think about is this band that people seem to have forgotten. I’ve never talked to a single person who has heard about this band. This, I do not understand. With all the reissues of forgotten 80s bands this still seems to have no clout. Maybe it was their location (Lawrence (but smartly relocated to Chicago)) that led to this band falling by the wayside. They were even on a imprint of a large label so they should have had even a little success. But in times like these where you can look up a video of someone vomiting on a baby’s head on your phone, you’d think that this group would have a hoard who have neck tattoos of the members faces. Perhaps this band is just too fucking good for the mass of human garbage. These songs probably have too much energy and tension for your average person who likes commercials with ironic mustaches and coffee from Macdonalds. But you're probably some one who likes Wire and the Embarrassment and Your Food, so you'll like this too.

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William S. Fischer-Circles

I never had this happen to me before. I was hanging out in a tattoo parlor (just got two new Aubrey Beardsley pieces done), watching a documentary on Daniel Higgs, when two hillbillies-who-think-their –black came in and started yelling up a storm. Distracted from the documentary, I couldn’t help but overhear these dimwits. One of them even prefaced every sentence with “asshole.” But I started listening a little closer as they were now talking about one of them getting his name tattooed on his forearm in some medieval type of font (great idea big brain). Here I realized that the one wasn’t just saying “asshole” every time he spoke, he was yelling “asshole eighteen.” So now I’m pretty convinced this guy had tourette’s or something. Unless saying “asshole eighteen” is the slang that the kids are using these days. But that whole event kinda got me thinking about being in situations where you hear something truly defamiliarizing. And that made me think of this album. It starts of with some pretty traditional soul/psych/funk moves. But then there’s some experimental electronic pieces, orchestrated movements, guitar workouts, and tracks that seem to combine all of these in one. It’s a weird one, but a good one at that.

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The Human Instinct-Stoned Guitar

Here’s a case of some pretty overt advertising. Calling an album “Stoned Guitar” can be a pretty risky endeavor. I’m sure there’s some stupid potheads who bought this just based on the title (potheads seem to like to by junk that shows that they smoke pot for some reason). And when you call an album something like this it really needs to live up to that experience. Good thing these guys pulled in Maori guitar god, Billy T.K. to provide the smoke fueled guitar here. I can see that this might get a little too noodlely for those who aren’t too hip to guitar to begin with but if you can handle some shredding then this should be a pretty rewarding listen.

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Will Sergeant-Themes from 'Grind'

Some of the one of the best things I’ve heard lately:

Location: On the street of the Italian/hipster area of Pittsburgh.

Speaker: Crazy bum.

What I Heard: “Goddammit…We got the Asians and we got the Indians and the Mexicans. It’s like I’m back in Fucking Viet Nam.”

Response: Well, what can be said about this beautiful example of twisted logic? Not much, I suppose. This just shows how stupid people are (not that we needed any further examples). So for all the Mexicans in Viet Nam I post this Echo & the Bunnymen related album. If you don’t care for that band then 1.) you are dumb, 2.) you still might like this album. If it the crooniness that prevents you from getting into their albums, then there’s no need to worry since it isn’t here. But all of the awesome guitar tones are present. There’s also some desolate keyboard action. Drum machines too. Really great cold instrumentals from a guy who still should get more credit.

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Who Reads this Shit Anyways?

This post will be a bit different than usual since it is not some album that I have cherished over the years, but instead this post will focus on readers who have submitted music in hopes that little taste maker me would post it up here. So I’ve gone through the lot and compiled a list of links for you guys to visit and see what the readers around here are creating. We’ll see how this goes and if it’s successful I’ll do another round. But if you’re a band and you send me some bullshit chain message you will definitely not get posted here. Or if you’re that guy who’s sent me the same damned e-mail about 6 times. That one where you compare your music to Bright Eyes. Dude, you clearly don’t read this. Otherwise you’d know that that simile would be like telling me your music tastes like syphilis. Not going to happen, guy. So here’s the bands:

The Kansas Bible Company

Lark’s Tongue

Chase Harrison

Wreck and Reference

Awjita

Cream of Turner

Solar Wimp

YALL

Lords of Bukkake

Waylon Thornton and the Heavy Hands