Raymond Boni-Rêve en Couleurs

Weirdo guitar alert.  And maybe you are familiar with his guitar antics/heroics from the NWW listed Operation Rhino platter.  Perhaps not though (I’ll eventually post that too).  In the meantime, if you’re someone who has even the slightest gravitation toward the outer limits of guitarsmanship then this is your golden ticket.  I guess that makes me your Willy Wonka.  But then, does that mean that Boni is an umpa lumpa since he’s technically the producer of the product and I’m the mere purveyor of the goods (my ex used to tease me that I look like Gene Wilder)?  Not too sure if I want to push that analogy too far otherwise I’m apt to turn my students into blueberries and torture them in other masochistic ways.  So just listen to this and I’ll shut up now.  And the 20 minute eponymous close out is makes this entire album worth nabbing.

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Half Church-12"

There was a time that I seem to recall back in the 80s when aspiring American bands eyes were cast toward the goings on of the British Isles.  When you see bands like the Fall, Swell Maps, Joy Division, and the millions other that I love creating new sounds that made the American music scene seem like a bloated armadillo on the side of some shit ass Texas highway, then it stands to reason that you would wish to import those sounds and recast them in an American image (this country isn’t as original as we wish to believe).  And that’s where Half Church’s sound seems to be birthed from.  San Franciscians, I believe, they might as well have been from any area within 150 miles of London.  I think I’ve always had a bit of an Anglophone fetish so I can fully understand these American bands that were just sick of their homegrown sounds.  Heavens knows I still am.  And what happened to these fellas?  As far as I can glean, this was their lone recording.  What a drag.

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Disco Zombies-The Invisible E.P.

This one might piggyback nicely on the Thought Criminals 7" I posted a day or so ago. Not that it sounds all that similar, but it just seems like an appropriate one-two combo. Aside from that I'm not too sure what else to write about this lot. They're British. They play music that I enjoy. This is a 7". You all know I suck at descriptions anyways. That's why my write ups are typically narcissistic self indulgences and pity parties. Oh no, I've given away the secret to my (lack) of success. Go start your own blog.

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Drain-Pick up Heaven

Time to go back to the decade I probably privledge above all others--the glorious '90s. I still can't exactly pinpoint why that decade seems to be the most interesting to me. I suppose it is in part because it predates the decades before my life started to derail, I could still kind of skate, I didn't have inch long grey eyebrows, or get throw my back out everytime I sneeze. But for the young'uns here, you might not remember this release. Who am I kidding? You probably weren't even born when this came out. If yu have any interest in the psycho noise stomp coming out of Texas around this time, then this will be a nice little pil to swallow. Containing members of the Cherubs, Hugh Beaumont Experience, and the Butthole Surfers (released on King Coffey's Trance Syndicate label (remember that label?)) this album is imaginably a bit difficult to pin down. Some valient attempts do not always make for wild successes, but it the attempt that makes this worth your eartention. I won't say that it tops any of the previously listed bands, but I don't think that was ever it's intent.

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Dschinn

I know things can often get a little too out around here and it can all start to seem like an exercise in esoterica. This post is to remind us all that there is nothing qrong with rock and roll. I know it's fallen out of fashion as of late, and few people seem to just want to play some rock music. Those fuckers who drape themselves in irony have tried to poach legends (ZZ Top, et al.). Despite their passionless attempts to pilfer quility rock and scornfully wear their faux vintage concert tees, I cannot turn my back on simple beauty on the simple beauty of well constructed rock. And that's more or less what you get here, albeit filtered through a very German understanding of the genre. It's also a NWW listed band. Final note, people stop pretending to like things that you don't actually like. No one finds you charming just because you have a perm and wear a Scorpions shirt (of course I love them to death as well).

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Greg Ashley-Painted Garden

This guy's roots go back to garage bands like the Gris Gris and the Mirrors, and thems good enough roots if I do say so. I like both of those bands just fine, but it's his solo work that really cooks my catfish. He doesn't drop all the garage rock elements, but this leans far more toward the fractured acid dappled works of Roky, Syd, and Skip. I have no idea about the state of Greg's mental health. I can only assume he's doing much better than that mighty triumphrant. People looking for more of the harrowing/beautifully damaged side of the psych continuum with find much to be satisfied with here. Even rainbows can contain some dark hues.

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Art Zoyd-Symphonie Pour Le Jour Où Brûleront Les Cités

There will never be any apologies by me for my love of prog. And it doesn't even have to be "cool" prog. Hell, I love spending the day fantasizing I was Keith Emerson's karate instructor on the ELP '77 tour. While I can definitely handle the cheesy aspects of the genre, I'll cop to the fact that I do tend to like the less commercial acts. This obviously falls in the later category. There's just something sinister and creeping about these tracks that make it an apt soundtrack to night stalking or other pleasure sports. If this had some creep out cover and a band name that didn't sound like a matchbook illustrator, then maybe this would receive more esteem. Again, another NWW list (my goal is to get up at least one album per band--expect Franz de Byl; I don't want to deal with that nutter).

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Agitation Free-Malesch

When your early line up includes members who later joined Guru Guru and Tangerine Dream (love 'em both), then you know you've got something worth pursuing. This is something that I kept thinking I've already posted but somehow I suppose it just slipped by. But I'm always fucking up something or other. At least this is one of those mistakes that I can actually correct, unlike some of those that will haunt me forever (ooh, how spooky and mysterious I know). But the even graver mistake is missing out on this prime slice of NWW listed kraut goodness. It's not super obscure or anything but that doesn't mean that it isn't one of the classics of the genre. Or of any genre for that matter.

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The Charlottes-Lovehappy

If a band is considered to be a favorite of John Peel then who are you to say anything contrary? Not that I've actually have heard criticisms for this band. Even with the amount of stupids I deal with everytime I leave the house, I've yet to hear anyone give anything but praise to their recorded output. But that doesn't make me think anything better of all the human garbage. It just shows that this group is under discussed. You'd think that the Slowdive connection would be enough to sustain interest, but then again, I have met several cretins who actually didn't like Slowdive. Their critics kinda remind me of one of my most hated groups--religious wannabe hipsters. I've already convincingly argued about how Jesus is never cool unless discussed in a super weirdo psychedelic way, so don't try to convince me that your church is "really different" or "really open and accepting." Dummies, you're talking about a church. I had this misfortune of having to hear one of these simps get all jazzed about Jesus when I was trying to buy a cup of coffee. Your church is Urban Outfiters. Go worship the holy spirit of that ass from Death Cab for Cutie or something. I don't get you fuckers and I certainly don't want to.

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Art-Supernatural Fairy Tales

Who dare speak ill of my beloved Spooky Tooth? Fools, I say. I guess their collaboration with Pierre Henry is considered kinda cool. But after that, it seems like people seem to lose interest. But then again, we all know that people are saps and typically like whatever bullshit they believe they are supposed to like. That being said, you will like this album. It's proto-Tooth action and that means you should be listening. So now that you've been told you better listen and love it honey.

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Il Balletto di Bronzo-Ys

Because I just saw that another good blog (michael jacket) has gotten its ass pummeled by our beloved mediafire I figured I'd post something you could have found over there before the deluge swept away all of their links. And who doesn't need more Italian prog in his/her life? And it's another NWW list for the list lovers. Wow, two in one day. You lucky dog. I am just too kind.

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Monitor

Ask anyone who knows me and they can definitely vouch for my shitty luck. Burning 4 computers while writing my dissertation, totalling my car, countless failed relationships, theand about a million other things that only speak to my loser ways. I'd say these things are hilarious except for the fact that they actually happen to me on what seems to be a weekly basis. One of the few moments of good luck I've had in the past decade was pulling this little known gem out of a dollar bin. I liked the cover, had no idea what it was, but seeing the Meat Puppets involvement (really early Puppets at that), I figured a dollar wasn't all that much. Digging deeper, I found a connection to the L.A.F.M.S. and that sorta explains what's here. It's weird like most of the stuff from that bunch, and yet, it is still of a different sort. I guess that doesn't make for much of a discription. Oh well.

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The Outsiders-C.Q.

Totally fucking essential Dutch psych is not a phrase one hears too often. Don't get me wrong, there is plenty good to be found from that scene, but I won't say everything is a must own. This one, however, does happen to fall into that rare category. The cover rules. Wally Tax's androgenous performance is especially noteworthy (check his release as Tax Free-terrible pun, great John Cale affiliated album). The guitars were more than capably handled by the deftly monickered Ronnie Splinter. The list I just provided should clue you into how special this record is. Oh, and it's also culled from the NWW list for more cultural cache.

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The Roots of Gamelan: The First Recordings-Bali, 1928 New York, 1941

Roots, bloody, roots indeed. I suppose I can understand half of this packaging. The 1928 Balinese recordings of one of my most cherished instruments seems about the right time and place. But New York 1941? Was their some proto-hipster thunkin' a gamelan in his Park Slope loft just after a short ride on his fixy (p.s. these bikes are lame). New York is always trying to take credit for everything and it's one of the 10, 373 reasons why I hate that city. I suppose the more accurate number is 18,897,109 but I'm sure there's one or two decent folk who unfortunately reside in the most arrogant place in the world. Even though these recordings confuse my sense of history, they are still crucial listens. In summation, New York=lame, gamelan=awesome.

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Sun Dial-Other Way Out

Yes, I have a problem with bands that try to just emulate a historic moment of music. Let's be honest now, how often do you find yourself listening to an album that sounds like it should have been recorded 20-25 years before it was released and actually feeling like you weren't listening to some rather misinformed youth? Well, given the current state of music, I suppose it's unfortunately more frequent than you would wish. I just don't get listening to things when I can go right to the source. If you're not going to improve upon the formula, don't touch it. Now, here's an example when my snooty ass gets handed to me because Sun Dial are often (an unfairly) maligned as a prime example of what I just decried. But people who talk that sort of rubbish must have some waxy (and hairy) ears. Sure, there's plenty of of classic psych moves here to fill a thousand loon pants. Yet, and here's the rub, it still sounds new. New and old simultaneously. Kind like how I've looked the same way since about junior high. Not that I'm some baby face, but I looked like an old creep even when I was thirteen.

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Thought Criminals-Hilton Bomber 7"

They predicted it all in some sense when they stated "I won't pay for punk records." And why the fuck should any of us. In these times when all our beloved sites are being lambasted by ridiculous file server impositions, I feel like it's time we all wise up and recognize that this is not a new argument. Perhaps you were too young to remember how this argument played out when cassettes became readily available. You might even be too young to realize that this rhetoric existed with the advent of compact disc recording technologies. Guess what, weirdos who actually want to find the type of music found here will still buy it. I think we all see that now. Thought Criminals sought it way back when. If you're in a band and want money then your band most likely is shit and you might as well sell insurance. So for all those who complained about me posting anything here (not counting dudes who were doing reissues where the money actually went to the artists) you may go fuck yourself forthwith. Herbie Hancock, Yes, etc. I had no idea you were so poor. I also am surprised that you can shift more than 50 copies of a 40 year old record. Who the fuck are you fooling?

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A Certain Ratio-The Graveyard and the Ballroom

Maybe it's because I spend most days seeing only black faces (yes, I'm white) but I've always been a been a bit suspicious of white people fakin' the funk. Any novice in the history of funk and point to a litany of white dudes who actually produced relevant works (in some case even vital). And I've never been quite sure where my allegiance falls with this band. Their weird fake tans and boy scout uniforms always seemed a bit ridiculous at best, and possibility fascistic in its ultimate best. Being limeys doesn't help the matter none. Nevertheless, this record certainly makes it clear why so many dummos wish they could play like them now. Synthesizing punk, funk, pop, out sounds, and all the rest is no easy feat yet this record plays with that youthful joy that makes my old brittle marrow (probably cancer filled by now) bounce around with joy. Even lame old white dude like me can't resist a little nerdy hip sway when this comes on.

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Гражданская Оборона-Multipost

It's odd noticing that this band has risen in the ranks as being one of the most sought posts I've done thus far. We're talking almost 2,000 different people have been looking for albums by them and have stumbled on this site. That may as well be 2,000,000 people in the way my maths work. But what a fucking great band (see my past write up for more detail as to why they are one of my all time favorites). I almost don't feel like writing much else because when a band has a special place it almost seems like I might be dispelling some of the allure by comparing to this and them. I think I can do a pretty decent job of being empathetic and trying to understand
issues from others' perspectives, but I cannot imagine what it would have been like to live in Russia and to hear this group for the first time. Granted, my knowledge of Russian music is a bit limited, but this still just seems out of place in nearly every context. Perhaps kids will finally start bringing the mystery, passion, and poeticism which made this group matter so much. I know I complain a lot about kids starting shitty soundalikes and thinking they're all the better for it (i.e. see every band that started to record post 2000), but if people want to dare try to emulate this lot, well, you'd make an old man proud. Anyways, here's 4 albums to get your collection going (one is a repost). I cannot overstate just how vital these recordings are. Nab them all now or wait for mediafire to delete my links again and then cry about it (I will not keep reposting them).

Оптимизм (1985)

Поганая молодёжь (1985)

Свет и стулья (1988-9)

Здорово и Вечно (1989)

Bluenose B-E.P.

No need to be jealous anymore internet friends, I've decided to ditch all of my physical friends. At least the ones in Kansas City. Turns out, none of them can actually understand what it means when I find an Eames chair for $25, or talk about recipes, or clothes, or books, or movies, and certainly not music. I suppose it's my fault for surrounding myself with 20 something girls who treat me like a dad or weirdo and/or gay older brother. I'm good for moving their furniture, cooking them dinner, listen to their complains about the stupid 20 something rapist guys they date but that's about all. So I'm done with the lot. Better it's me and my kid brother and sis on the phone than have a bunch of people use me for bullshit and then get mad that I don"t want to jaunt off to some booty grinding club with them (not that they'd be rubbing their booties on me anyways). And this album is a good example of the type of texts I'm talking about (using texts in a liberal sense here). I can play this for those types and what would they care. And some of you might not either. But this is shit I actually get excited about. Haven't we all had enough of dispassionate people? When will enthusiasm and passion be chic? Hate to sound like an old curmudgeon (well, not really) but what happened to people giving a fuck about the things they love?


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Urinals-Negative Capability

I espied that some internet trawlers reached my site in the hopes of downloading that 100 Flowers comp I posted some time back. And had the dickless fucks (no offense ladies, I'm talking about metaphorical cocks) over at mediafire didn't close my account, they could have enjoyed a truly great band. But if there's still an interest I thought I'd put up this one, seeing as it was what 100 Flowers was before they were 100 Flowers. Did I mention that band name enough in one post? As far as I know this is all their stuff. And being that lately I've been hanging out with a bunch of art school punks half my age or so who only know whatever shit passes as hip these days, I might need to go back a ways and teach some history. An early entry, but an essential one at that. But oddly enough, one that is probably enjoyed more by non-punks than actual (I mean wardrobe wise) punks.

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"I'm completely operational and all my circuits are functioning normally": Creep Scanner Mix #2 Robots

If you're past the age of ten, then you probably realizes that humans suck. If you haven't by now, I suppose you also believe in dirty hippies flying through the air and healing lepers too. So this theme mix is for our superiors: robots. I suppose it's a bit obvious and not that off beat of a subject, but tons of good music has praised our metal mates and I just want to share some cuts. Also, I keep thinking about how a decade or so ago I heard about some German sex bots that were in the works. What ever happened to that technology. I promise, once those hit the market you'll never hear from me again. So get to work Adolph, I'm tired and lonely. For the rest, enjoy this lazily compiled mix. And I'm open to theme suggestions. Really, I will try my hardest to compile mixes of whatever topic is thrown at me. So send your suggestions along and I'll see what I can do.

And here's a picture of my new band. Note: I'm the one without the hat.

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Tages-Tages!Tages!Tages!

I think this is a rather dubious comp of a wide swath of this Swede psych-pop combo. I don't have a real cover so I just chose a 45 for your eyentertainment. And putting this thing together I realized that the track order and titles have all gotten fucked up now, but you'd be quite the dummy to let that prevent you from enjoying these sounds. And ass, you can always edit it later. I just heard from a neighbor that she thought a bunch of people lived in my apartment because of the number of empty beer bottles I put out on the curb. Unfortunately, it's just me and a cat, and she doesn't drink. But, with beer in hand at the moment, I have to say that these songs rule.

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Swell Maps-Jane From Occupied Europe

Right off the bat, "Let's Build a Car" is the best song ever (not found here). And don't argue with me about this because I carry a straight edge and a knife and I've been known to fight people for less than this. Seriously, I recently had to tell some fat fuck to close his mouth because he was talking about vagina feet and other nonsense while I was at my bar. So if minor offenses like that are severely dealt with how do you think I would react to someone challenging me on this issue. And we all know of bands that have two "geniuses" in their ranks (fuck no, not the Beatles, unless you mean Ringo and George). But howsabout three. Man, this band is so good I want to waste all of my money on some resurrection device just so they can play again. Say, does anyone know who that black magic(k) stuff works anyways?

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The Telescopes-Precious Little

NO, No, no. There is no good reason to get into this argument about whether they ripped off Spacemen 3 or not. I don't care. We are all constantly ripping off people. I don't say that you wear jeans because some railway worker sported them some decades ago. Most likely you wear them because you say some idiot in a shitty band like Girls wear them (is that where your stupid hair cut and love of cults comes from?), but it doesn't matter. Lets drop this notion of "authenticity" and realize that we're all just a bunch of phonies pretending to be something better than we are (i.e. garbage covered in skin). So, I'm not going to hear complaints about this band. Everything they've done is gold to my ears. And in a hypocritical turn (check out the volta), young'uns stop playing this type of music. If you weren't at least a teenager when this stuff was coming out it's better to have your parents tell you about it. Unless you're going to get all Spirit-like and have a parent (or step-parent for that matter) in your band. Then you're cool.

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Sandy Bull-Inventions

What needs to be sed about this string bender that already hasn't? Not much I suppose. Lovers of Fahey, Basho, Takoma records, American Primitive all have reasons to celebrate Bull's catelogue. Being that I'm a man who indulges greatly in all the aforementioned subjects, far be it for me to say anything cross about this man's work. In fact, as much as I love all of those things, ole Sandy seems to hold a special place in my heart. Is it the arsenal of string instruments he poses with on the cover? Or those clean cut, Beach Boyish looks (that masked a nasty horse habit)? Dunno what it is. I suppose it's probably his ability to take anything notes can be made with and create sounds that seem more like an alien soundtrack or those amazing songs you hear in your dreams and wake up convinced they actually exist.

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