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AN IMPROBABLE MUSEUM OF NOISE: Jeremy Grites

A right hand man is also a righteously rockin’ man…

TEXT BY TIM HINELY/ PHOTOS BY MARY GARITO

I don’t remember exactly when I first met Jeremy Grites but in the late 80’s/early 90’s he began drumming for a friend’s band called Noise Museum (a play on the name of a local museum in South Jersey). The friend stated that he had “found this amazing drummer who is like 15 or 16 years old!” After Grites tenure in that band ended I’d seen him at a handful of local gigs before I left for greener pastures in the Summer of ’92 (California)  but he and I kept in touch and he eventually became my right hand man at DAGGER, helping with reviews, interviews and loads of encouragement. I even made it out to Brooklyn once in the mid or late 90’s and saw his pad that was stocked with records and instruments and he showed me his ‘hood. Over the years he’s seemed to bounce between NYC, Philly and his native South Jersey seemingly playing with (or at least seeing) every musician alive. Fast forward to 2017 and we even had the pleasure to chit chat over drinks on the deck of a restaurant/bar in South Jersey on my trip there last summer and had a chance to meet his lovely girlfriend Mary (who took most of the pics for this interview) and even his dad. I’d thought  about interviewing him (email stylee, of course) for the past few years as he’s had a helluva history/run these past few decades and he shows no signs of slowing down. These days he’s mostly playing drums in Philly/Jersey combo The Improbables (check out their full length, Object To Be Destroyed on the Hidden Volume label) as well as occasionally playing with Wreckless Eric/Amy Rigby (see below). The guy simply doesn’t stop but took some time out to answer my questions with in-depth answers (if anyone knows what the DAGGER readers want it’s him). He’s also one of the nicest guys around so if you ever see him, go up and introduce yourself (but then you’ll have to buy him a beer) and chat music at the guy’s a textbook on all sorts of genres. So grab a birch beer, sit down and read on, you just might learn something.

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 Did you grow up in Absecon, NJ? Any punks in that town?

 Although I was born in Baltimore, MD, I did grow up in Absecon, starting in the late 70’s and through the 80’s.  In a way it was nice because there were a lot of woods and trails and the beach was only 10 minutes away.  Culturally however, it was (and still pretty much remains) a nightmarish wasteland.  People in that area don’t trust anything remotely different from what they have known their entire lives – and they usually reacted vehemently against those differences with a provincial-yet-smug sort of attitude.  Anything new or different in any way is a threat to their normalcy and they had to ridicule it – at the very least. Subsequently, there were very few punks / new wavers, and the few that existed kept a pretty low profile in the interest of self-preservation.  We did have some skinheads for a minute, but most of them were in jail by the time I was out of high school.  Fortunately I met the few misfits around town through skateboarding and surfing and that helped me survive and also find new music.

Do you remember the first song you heard that was weird (punk, new wave, etc.?) that made you think there was other kinds of music out there?

Well, it’s odd because I remember seeing Blondie on the show Solid Gold with my parents and loving them.  They were definitely ‘different’, but also one of the biggest bands in the world – likewise bands like the Police and Kiss who I already liked.  I was also really into the Go-Go’s and Devo as a kid, but before I actually understood the history of all that stuff or what it meant or represented.  It was just fun, catchy music.  I had already become a huge British Invasion fan and begun my record collection around 6 years old.  I had nearly every Beatles / Stones record in both mono and stereo and would spend hours digging through LPs and 45’s at flea markets while my parents shopped for antiques.  I was a weird little kid.  That was a good way to learn though, and my dad taught me how to haggle with the record dealers way back then.  (Same priciples still apply.)  Anyway, I think when I was about twelve I got ahold of the standard 80’s “Starter Kit” of underground bands like Big Star, the B-52’s, the Sex Pistols, the Velvet Underground, the Damned, Rain Parade, XTC, Minor Threat, Black Flag, Modern Lovers, the Stooges, Ramones, REM, the Smiths, Minutemen etc through some mixtapes from older friends.  That’s when the switch flipped.  After that I lost all interest in anything that was on the radio or what kids in my school liked.  I basically set my mind to meeting and befriending older kids/adults and milking them for as much musical knowledge as I could get.  That eventually led me to hanging out with students and community members that were on WLFR, the college station in our area – the most important of which were Champagne Bob Portella and Paul Glaser.  Their far-reaching musical knowledge and influence is still me with me to this day.  Anyway, I wormed my way onto some shows at WLFR while I was 14, and by 15 I was the yougest FCC liscenced DJ in the country and wound up with my own radio show.  After that I was off to the races.

 Do you remember the first record you ever bought with your own money?

Well, technically the Flea market buys would be the first, but I remember the first records I ever bought in a store were Paul McCartney “Tug of War,” and John Cougar “American Fool.”  I believe I got them at a Kmart with some birthday money from my aunt or grandparents.  That was before I really knew about record stores as actual stand-alone places where kids would go to hang out.  I thought you just got records at the supermarket or the record counter in Sears or Caldor.  I totally didn’t get it.  Once I figured out that there were independent stores that could order records for you and had cool, older kids working in them, then that was all I wanted to do.  I would hang out in the shops for hours listening and even taking notes.  I had a little notebook with records to try to find and ‘band family trees’ etc – trying to learn my history.  Super nerdy.

Did your parents encourage you to learn musical instruments? Were drums the first?

Ha! No, they did not encourage it at all. In fact, it was quite the opposite.  They were sort of on board with my skateboarding, but playing music was definitely an annoyance that were not keen on.  Actually, I think I asked for instruments and/or lessons and was refused, which is why I got a job at such an early age.  I bought a used drum kit off a guy out of the newspaper and convinced him to drive it to my house because I was only 14 at the time.  Once the drums were there and paid for with my own money, there wasn’t a lot my parents could do.  I got them dropped off and put them in my room while no one was home – poof! Instant drumkit!  Hahaha.  I did the same thing a year later with a guitar and amplifier.  It wasn’t until after I got into some bands and played some shows that my parents started to come around to it a little bit.  Once they saw I was actually doing something with it, and was decent at it, they didn’t mind as much.  Later, they embraced it fully because I think they figured out it wasn’t going to stop – so why not pretend to be proud…

First gig you ever went to?

I was lucky and got to see a lot of concerts when I was a little kid because we had neighbors that seemed to always have spare tickets to things.  So, I got to see the Beach Boys (with ALL of the Wilson brothers) and people like Johnny Cash and Dionne Warwick etc as early as like 5-6 years old in small theatres in Atlantic City.  I also saw lower tier bands play at the nearby college where my dad taught, so it’s tough to say really.  I can’t even remember the first punk show I went to because it all started so early for me.  Could’ve been 7 Seconds and a bunch of ther bands at the Omni?  Or it could’ve been the Dead Milkmen at the AC Elks or something?  I wish I could remember.  One of my weirdo friends from school and I used to take the bus from AC to Philly (which was scary) and walk from the (scary) bus station down to Old City (which was also scary) and watch bands from the sidewalk at a place called the Khyber Pass (dirty and scary).  That was a famous Philly venue with the stage basically in this huge bay window right on the sidewalk – facing in of course.  So we would just go sit or stand on the sidewalk and watch shows from behind the band because we were so far underage – there was no way we were sneaking in or passing a fake ID.  I saw a lot of great stuff that way though – the Magnolias, GG Allin, the Wishniaks, Throwing Muses etc. That was definitely an experience and traveling around unsupervised was definitely part of the fun.  Much later in life I became good friends with all of the guys in the Wishniaks and they remembered the two little kids out on the sidewalk for shows.  That was me.

Tell me about Noise Museum? Was that your first band? How old were, you, like 16?

 Yeah, Noise Museum was the first sort of ‘real’ band I was ever in, although it was pretty Busch-League in retrospect.  I joined when I was 15 and had been playing drums for about a year, so I was a babe in the woods in every way.  Prior to that I would just play along to records in my big, 70’s headphones – I’ve never had a lesson, on any instrument.  I would just try to learn every stop and fill on the records I loved and that’s how I learned to play with ‘people.’  I spent a lot of time with the Replacements and Husker Du LPs, plus Sonic Youth and the Who.  Those LPs really shaped how I played for about the first 10 years, until I discovered the Meters and James Brown.  Anyway, nearly all of the output from that band is fairly embarrassing to me, but it is definitely where all the ‘Firsts’ happened.  First gigs, then first gigs out of state, first terrible drunken gig, first heckling, first time recording, then the first time recording in a real studio, first piece of vinyl I was ever on etc etc.  All that stuff happened in that band, but I stayed in it way too long and it became a very detrimental and damaging situation.  Worst of all, I had almost no creative input – I wasn’t allowed to write songs or help arrange them, I had to compromise the drum parts all of the time – it became a real drag.  I did at least come away with meeting 2 or 3 life-long, important and invaluable friends through that band though, which is the only saving grace. After I quit I promised myself that any bands that I would ever join from then on had to be fun, or I was out the door.  That’s why Swivel Chairs started when I was 19.

Was Marlin Spikes next? Swivel Chairs? The latter is your solo project, right? Tell me a little about each of them.

 In the early days Swivel Chairs was always a duo – it was me and my college roomate Jason Brown.  We started on acoustic guitars and a four-track cassette recorder and kept plugging away all through college.  During that time we ended up playing OUR first shows and doing cassette releases etc.  It was all super home-made and fun.  When we graduated, I moved to NYC and Jay moved to Philly so there was a little bit of a break.  (I actually self released a boxed set of those early recordings in an edition of 50 and gave them to friends for a laugh)  That’s when I started making home recordings by myself on an 8 track machine and did a couple more cassette releases all under different names.  Marling Spikes started around that time as well with my new roomate in NYC, Matt Wilbur.  (Unlike me, Matt had been given music lessons his whole life and was a great guitar and piano player.)  That wasn’t even supposed to be a band really – it was just an accident, or what we’d do on the weekends.  But then it sort of turned into a band and so Jay joined up and we took a break from Swivel Chairs for a short bit.  The best part of that group was that everyone could play everything, so we’d all write and switch instruments all the time etc.  After being stifled earlier, I wanted everyone to be able to do whatever they wanted to.  We had some wildly careening nights in Brooklyn and in AC at McGuire’s Erin Bar during the summers.  It was a fun distraction, but I really wish we’d come up with a better name though.  haha.

How/when did you make it up to New York to live?

I moved to NY about 2-3 weeks after college graduation and was seriously floating around from couch to couch for a little while, but then settled in Williamsburg Brooklyn in 1995.  I am still there today, although it is virtually unrecognizable from when I moved in.  Living and working in NY back then (and now to a certain extent) was an absolute goldmine of culture.  Aside from the obvious stuff like architecture, galleries and museums, there was just so much going on everywhere.  There were shows every night all over the place, there were huge loft parties, artists and musicians everywhere, awesome grafitti, street musicians, you name it – and it was still cheap to live there.  I used to cut wood for Steve Keene in his studio and get paid in paintings – that was a thrill because he knew Sonic Youth and Pavement and did famous LP covers.  It was a hard place to get used to at first, and I was poor as shit, but it was a non-stop blast.  Some of the shows I saw were legendary and you could literally stay out all night.  Sometimes it was the simply random things that would happen like standing behind Lou Reed in a deli, playing pool with Elliot Smith every week at our local bar in the East Village, seeing Robert Quinne working in a guitar shop or having David Byrne almost run you over on his bicycle.  Plus, when you’re 21 everyone and everything is new to you and it all seems so cool, so it was a lot fun.

How did the gig with Fontaine Toups come about? What happened to that band?

 I suppose I have DAGGER to thank for that actually because Hinely asked me to interview them!  So, we met up at our mutal friend Laura (Rogers, from the Rogers Sisters)’s bar and just started hanging out, having beers together, telling stories and sort of becoming friends.  I managed to do an interview in between all of that and, while we are settling our enormous tab, they asked me if I knew any drummers because they had kicked theirs out.  I said that the only available drummer I knew was ME, which was completely true, and they suggested a try-out.  So, I went home and memorized their record just like I did when I was a kid.  Couple days later I auditioned and was accepted – possibly as much for my drinking prowess as my drumming – but either way, I was in and we all became great friends.  We had so much fun and I really love them all dearly.  In fact, I think that was some of the most fun I’ve ever had playing with people in my life.  Plus, being adopted into the whole, extended Versus, Plus Minus, Teenbeat family was amazing and mind expanding.  That whole crew are some of the smartest, nicest, coolest and most talented people I’ve ever known.  No joke.  Plus, the shows were killer and we got to do some fun things like open for +/- and Unrest at the Teenbeat 20 festival in DC – which remains one of my favorite weekends I’ve ever had in my life.

Tie up some loose ends for us….I know you’ve played with many other musicians. Fill us in.

Well, all during the late 90’s and early-mid Oughts Jay and I were always doing Swivel Chairs on some level and we managed to put out a few records in between all the other stuff – not to mention our day jobs.  Those were a lot of fun to make because we did them all at my house in Brooklyn and had a ton of guest musicians come through and play on tracks etc. – people like Bliss Blood from the Pain Teens and the Reverend Vince Anderson who was a legend in BK back then. At the same time I was spending a ton of time in Philadelphia with my girlfriendwife Mary Garito and her band Audible (who were fantastic).  I got to play with them a little bit towards the end of their run and fullfilled my dream of being a full-time tamborine player for an indie rock band!  Plus, I got to fill in on drums for their last-ever live performance – which is still a highlight for me.  Later, in the mid oughts, our friend Jim from Transit of Venus Records actually signed Swivel Chairs to his label right when TFT was going on hiatus, so I boosted half of Audible and they became ‘Chairs for a few years!  It was great actually because it was another love-fest of a band to be in.  We all just loved hanging out and playing music and they were all ringers.  Getting to be on ToV put us in some nice company too – Photon Band, Like a Fox, Trolleyvox etc. were all labelmates.  It was definitely a fun club to be part of.  Eventually everyone started getting married and having kids (also partially why we never did any touring), so Swivel Chairs packed it in.  It was a good way to go out though, and we played some good shows – our last show was opening for the dear sweet Barbara Manning!  I can’t tell if I answered your question or not.

How did The Improbables rope you into playing with them? That latest album (Object To Be Destroyed on Hidden Volume) is a scorcher.

 

They’re clever those Improbables, aren’t they?  Well, to start, Kevin and Dave and I have been friends since we were all probably 18 or 19.  I knew them from bands and DJ’ing back then and we had always kept in touch.  I had not been playing much of anything for the better part of a year, (least of all drums), but I had started doing weekly DJ nights and having a lot of fun with that.  Sort of back to my roots as they were…  Eventually, I started having Kevin and Dave both come and spin records with me – because they have amazing record collections and are two of the finest DJ’s in Philly actually. So one night at the 700 Club Dave told me that their drummer quit and they have a show booked in 8 days and that they’re going to look like assholes if they cancel – would I fill in?  Now at this point, I hadn’t even played drums at all for almost 7 years because I stole Audible’s amazing drummer Steve Cawley for Swivel Chairs and didn’t have to play anymore, haha.  So, I felt like I was gonna fall on my face, but I said yes anyway and we had 3 practices in 7 days to get 10 songs down.  It was really tough for me and I was super nervous – plus every Philly drummer that I admire was there that night watching me – it was brutal! The Hidden Volume folks were there that night too, so it was a bit crazy. Fortunately I got through it and about a week or so later they called me to meet up and asked me if I would join for real.  I really tried not to, but it’s a really fun band with great songs and two of my oldest friends, so there was really no way I could say no.  haha.  So, we started learning the old stuff and gradually started writing new songs together and it turned into a good unit.  Due in part, no doubt, by some good bonding moments like being dance-heckled playing a pizza joint or by having our practice space burnt to the ground by an arsonist (not kidding). But, nonetheless, we rallied and soon after I joined Scott Sugiuchi asked us to sign up with Hidden Volume.  We were psyched to be part of that whole growing family and burgeoning scene for sure.  We had a great summer recording and fall, mixing that LP with our friend Mike Kennedy (the mastermind behind the aforementioned Audible) who produced and recorded it. We have a follow up 45 due out later this year on HiVo and then we start work on the 2nd full length, so it’s going quite well. Plus, we are playing the HiVo Field Trip festival in Florida in February which is gonna be killer!  The Imps are probably the only band that I’ve ever been in where it feels like more than the sum of its parts, which is pretty cool.

 

Tell us about your involvement with Wreckless Eric and Amy Rigby.

Yeah – leave it to me to not play drums for 7 years and then join 3 bands as the drummer, haha.  I actually disavow any knowledge of or involvement with Wreckless Eric whatsoever.  (I’m just kidding, I put that in here just to see if he’d actually read this far into the interview.)  I literally met Eric through the magic of the internet and we somehow went from being virtual friends to actual friends.  It started through his painting site actually (some people may not realize, but Eric is a wonderful painter). Anyway, he had a show in Philadelphia that wasn’t properly promoted or advertised which sounded like kind of a disaster and afterwards the club refused to pay him.  He was really pissed and wrote a whole post about how terrible it was online – I contacted him the same day.  I said, “If you ever want to try Philly again, let me set it up – I think you will have fun and get a better idea of what Philly can really be like.”  To my surprise, he accepted the challenge and we put together a show with the Improbables and another great Philly band called AM Mills and sold the motherfucker out.  Everybody had a blast and he called me about 2 weeks later and asked if I’d like to play on his next record.  I was a little surprised and a bit intimidated, but said yes anyway.  So I went to his studio a few times and ended up being on the record that became “amERICa.”  It was a lot of fun and he is a human master-class in every aspect of music – history, writing, recording, performing, booking, fixing instruments – everything.  I’ve learned an immense amount from him and he doesn’t seem to have an “OFF” switch so I’m going to keep taking notes.  He’s got stories for miles and there have been lots of nights sitting at the dining room table laughing ‘til 3am. After “amERICa” came out we did some local shows and then he did a massive solo tour. When he came home he immediately started working on his wife Amy Rigby’s new record, as well as stuff he had written along the way for his next record.  They invited me along so, I started going to their studio periodically and began working on both records at the same time with them. It was a really interesting experience to do these albums because the two of them work so differently.  It was challenging, but it was great fun –And I’ll tell you what – Amy Rigby knows how to write a goddamn song!  I’m not kidding, she’s one of the most clever and adept songwriters I’ve ever played with. Both of those albums are coming out in February and March respectively and we are going to do some shows for each I believe.  I’m really lucky to have met them and become such great friends, they’re absolutely terrific people and very lenient bosses.

Who are some of your favorite current bands?

Randomly off the top of my head:  Bully, Night Beats, Olympians, Cactus Blossoms, Preservation Hall Jaz Band, Shopping, Field Music, Proper Ornaments, AM Mills, the Jay Vons, Slowey and the Boats, Courtney Barnett, I Think Like Midnight, Blank Realm, Eddy Current Suppression Ring, Swedish Taboo, James Hunter, Dead Ghosts, Menehan Street Band, Mystery Lights, Pow Wows, Reigning Sound

Also older bands with new stuff: Superchunk, Dream Syndicate, Spoon, Robyn Hitchcock, the Bats, the I Don’t Cares, the Chills

What are your top 10 desert island discs?

No order top 10:

Big Star – radio city

The Clean – vehicle

Duke Ellington – money jungle

Versus – the stars are insane

Mickey Baker – the wildest guitar

Superchunk – majesty shredding

Kinks – village green preservation society

Minutemen – double nickels on the dime

Frank Sinatra – live at the Sands

John Fahey – blind joe death (1st lp)

 

Any final thoughts?  Closing comments? Anything you wanted to mention that I didn’t ask?

Actually, I’ve been thinking a lot recently about all of the great records that came out in the “CD era” of the late 90’s – late ‘oughts that never saw a vinyl release due to lack of interest or funds.  There were so many fantastic albums that have sort of been forgotten and would sound amazing on wax.  So I thought I’d compile a list of the ones I’d love to see re-issued now that people buy records again.  It’s a selfish list, but the records are derserving nonetheless.  Here goes:

Audible – In Simple Intervals

– Sky Signal

The Deathray Davies – the kick and the snare

  • the day of the ray

Whysall Lane – s/t

Scrawl – velvet hammer

Bigger Lovers – honey in the hive

– this affair never happened…

Hensley Sturgis – open lanes

Jenny Toomey – tempting

Carolyn Mark – terrible hostess

The Essex Green – the cannibal sea

Mazarin – we’re already there

Lucksmiths – why that doesn’t surprise me

  • naturaliste

Bon Mots – le main drag

The Swimmers – fighting trees

the Handsome Family – in the air

  • the last days of wonder

the Sneetches – blow out the sun

Wayne Hancock – A town blues

The Feminie Complex – complete recordings

Leftys Deceiver – cheats

Photon band – back dow to earth

Legendary Jim Ruiz Group – oh brother where art thou?

Tsunami – a brilliant mistake

Matt Suggs – golden days before they end

Apex manor – the year of magical drinking

 

BONUS QUESTION- You had as long stint as a writer for DAGGER. Did Hinely pay you top dollar?

Hinely only ever paid me in compliments, but they were exceptional compliments so that was enough.

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ALL PHOTOS BY MARY GARITO (EXCEPT THE REAL EARLY ONES, NO ONE KNOWS WHO TOOK THOSE).

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https://theimprobables.bandcamp.com/

 

BLURT’S INDELIBLES (THE COLLEGE ROCK CHRONICLES, PT. 10): Rank And File’s “Sundown” and “Long Gone Dead”

Paying tribute to twanging alt-country pioneer Tony Kinman, who passed away this week from cancer.

BY FRED MILLS

Ed. note: For this installment of my “College Rock Chronicles” series (previously excavated: features on Big Star, Dumptruck, The Gun Club, Dwight Twilley, Winter HoursGreen On Red, Thomas Anderson, The Sidewinders, and The Windbreakers) I flash back to the mid ’80s and a pair of albums that caught my fancy back then and continue to be favorites to this day.

The indie music world received very sad news this week: Tony Kinman, a pioneering West Coast ground-zero punk in the late ‘70s with The Dils, and a pioneering alternative country twanger in the ‘80s with Rank And File, passed away at the age of 63. The cause of death was listed as cancer, his brother and bandmate Chip Kinman announcing the news on Facebook on May 4. Writing at his Facebook page a day prior, Chip explained, “Tony is home with his family. He is no longer receiving treatment and is comfortable and at peace. I have read him everything that people are posting and he is very moved. I will let everyone know when it is done. I love you all. Thank you, Chip.” (According to the LA Times, Kinman “was diagnosed with cancer in March, and had begun what had been expected to be a six-month program of chemotherapy, according to the CaringBridge page Chip’s wife, Lisa Kinman, created to keep fans informed. But the cancer turned out to be extremely aggressive.”)

The news of Tony Kinman’s death was particularly hard on the Americana community, for the Kinmans were more than just “pioneering” with Rank And File—they were a key influence upon and godfathers to the burgeoning alt-country movement that would commence picking up steam in the late ‘80s, by which time the band had broken up following three albums and several U.S. tours.

Yours truly was fortunate enough to see R&F on their first cross-country trek supporting 1983 debut Sundown—I still have my LP signed by the band—and I still have fond memories of hanging out and sharing drinks with the members during soundcheck and after the show. I hadn’t really kept close tab on the Kinmans following the band’s demise, although I did enjoy their post-R&F activities, including Blackbird and Cowboy Nation. More recently, Tony had worked with brother Chip on Chip’s latest band, Ford Madox Ford. There was a genuine lifelong bond between the two brothers as profound as any you’d care to cite.

Then in 2003 word arrived that Rhino Handmade was reissuing their two albums, along with bonus tracks, as a remastered CD, so I jumped at the opportunity to write about them for my column that appeared regularly in Harp magazine, “Indelibles,” in which I zeroed in on classic or influential albums that were finally seeing reissue in the digital era. So I consider myself even more fortunate to have been able to renew my acquaintance with Tony Kinman, if only for an hour or so over the phone. What follows below, then, by way of a remembrance of Kinman now, is an expanded version of the “Indelibles” profile. I found him to be more than affable, and quite willing to reflect on his old band’s fortunes—the good times as well as the less-than-good ones. He was rightfully proud of the music he and his brother and the other members (one of whom was Alejandro Escovedo—you may have heard of him) made together, stating simply, “I know what Rank and File was and I know what we did in terms of pioneering.”

A lot of us out here also know what you did, Tony, and we’re all immensely proud of you. Rest in peace, sir.

From Harp magazine, 2003: Nowadays, spotting lapsed punks hooked on twang is commonplace (just ask Ryan Adams or Jesse Malin). But back in the early ‘80s, when two alumni of West Coast punks The Dils –  aka “the American Clash” – turned up sporting wide-brimmed Stetsons, singing about trains, sundowns and border crossings and emitting a hard-edged but distinctively country rock sound, the sight was alien, to say the least. Some clever critic dubbed Rank And File “cowpunk”; the label stuck, subsequently being applied to the likes of Jason & the Scorchers, Green On Red, Lone Justice, etc.

Looking for an escape from punk’s “faster/louder” orthodoxy, brothers Tony and Chip Kinman (bass and guitar, respectively) had formed the band with another ex-punk, guitarist Alejandro Escovedo (late of San Fran’s Nuns), and after migrating to Austin and picking up a drummer, Slim Evans, began rehearsing and songwriting with a military-like dedication.

“You know how badly it can sound when people are just going, ‘Hey, even I can do a country song!’’ recalls Tony Kinman. “We didn’t want that. Plus, if you’re gonna say you play country music, you’re gonna come up against guys who can play and sing the pants off you. So you better be able to play. And we wanted to bring some life, skill and imagination into it.”

The diligence paid off; after a tour opening for The Blasters, Rank And File landed a deal with Slash, and recording sessions (with producer David Kahne) for Sundown quickly commenced. Upon its release in late ’82, critics wet themselves, as much for the record’s unique-for-its-time sound as for its obvious musical merits – visceral, twangy rock choogle fueled by some of the sleekest fretwork since the cosmic cowboy duels of Roger McGuinn and Clarence White, not to mention harmony vocals that conjured everyone from the Beatles and Eagles to the Brothers Everly and Righteous.

Muses Kinman, “I thought it was a good record. None of us had any experience in recording, and we were on such a low budget that the only way David could afford to bring it in under budget was to have us come in [to the studio] late at night after everyone else was done! But reviewers weren’t really ready for how good the material was – ‘Wow, this is pretty strong!’ – and that was gratifying.”

Rank And File promoted its album heavily, even landing a choice TV appearance on Austin City Limits. The schedule took its toll, however, and after the tour was over Escovedo took his leave, eventually embarking on a notable solo career. For a brief unrecorded spell, future guit-steel virtuoso Junior Brown was Escovedo’s replacement. (Kinman says Brown “was phenomenal even back then and he knocked ‘em dead, but wasn’t challenged enough” in the band.) Drummer Evans left too, so it was a two-man Rank And File that went into the studio in January of ’84 to work on a sophomore album, sessions that Kinman now admits were “definitely strange. It wasn’t the ‘all-for-one’ thing like the first one. Al was gone, Slim had gotten married and left the band as well, so it was just Chip and I. But we got it done.”

Rank And File may have been unstable personnel-wise, but musically speaking, Long Gone Dead is every bit as strong as its predecessor. Somewhat slicker in feel due to the presence of session players (including Tom Petty drummer Stan Lynch) and with additional country flavorings (prominently featured were pedal steel, fiddle, banjo and slide guitar), it still sounds fresh today, more “cow” than “punk.” As Kinman quips, “We almost invented the modern country sound of today, what gets on the radio. Country-sounding, but with a drive to it, like our version of [Lefty Frizzell’s] ‘I’m An Old, Old Man.’”

Reviews once again were terrific. Except, ironically, the one that appeared in Slash’s hometown paper, the L.A. Times, which Kinman says sparked an odd bit of tension between band and label. In fact, once the Long Gone Dead national tour (guitarist Jeff Ross and drummer Bob Kahr were now in the band) was over and it was time to begin work on the third Rank And File album, Slash waffled over everything from studio scheduling to producer choices – at one point Van Dyke Parks was on board – for nearly two years.

In 1987 Rank And File was recorded and released, but the delays had taken the wind out of the band’s sails and it was a substandard effort. Says Kinman, “Basically everything went to hell, and my attitude, Chip’s attitude, everyone’s attitude was getting more and more like, ‘Aw, screw it.’ And that’s basically why that third album sounds like it does. It’s a record that has some good songs on it, but the whole idea behind it was just wrong, like, heavy metal and hard rock or something, and by the time we got in to make it we just didn’t care anymore.”

Following a final tour, Rank And File called it a day. The Kinmans went on to the duo-plus-drum-machine Blackbird, subsequently picked up acclaim for yet another Stetsons-and-twang project, Cowboy Nation. Now, with the Rhino Handmade expanded/remastered reissue of the first two Rank And File albums on one CD as The Slash Years (see sidebar, below, for details), Kinman hopes his former band’s precedent-busting efforts in the pre-No Depression/alt-country era will finally get their due.

Admits Kinman, “For awhile it used to bother me that it was almost like we’d never existed — like, the only Rank And File ever got mentioned at all was in an Alejandro Escovedo article A lot of younger people playing now simply never had the chance to hear us. They make the jump from, say, Gram Parsons to the Knitters – or Uncle Tupelo. And there’s this whole void there, and I think it’s simply because our stuff was not around.”

“But,” he adds, with undisguised pride, “I know what Rank and File was and I know what we did in terms of pioneering.”

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Rank And File: The Slash Years (Rhino/Handmade RHM27816; 2003). Personnel: Chip Kinman, Tony Kinman, Alejandro Escovedo, Slim Evans

1982 saw Rank And File debut with the David Kahne-produced Sundown (Slash SR114); appearing in 1984 was Long Gone Dead (Slash/Warner Bros. 25087), produced by Jeff Eyrich. Plans were made years ago, then delayed several times, to reissue both LPs on CD. Finally, with the Slash label’s back catalog controlled by Warner Strategic Marketing, under which Rhino now operates, Rhino Senior V.P Gary Stewart – a huge R&F fan, not so coincidentally – got involved, shifted the project to Rhino’s Internet-only collectors’ imprint Handmade, and co-produced the CD along with the Kinman brothers. The Slash Years is a numbered/limited edition of 2500 copies (www.rhinohandmade.com ).

In addition to remastered sound, a 16-page booklet with incisive liner notes penned by veteran journalist Jimmy Guterman and a separate mini-booklet of lyrics and gig poster repros, The Slash Years includes four non-album bonus tracks. Three of them hail from the Sundown recording sessions: edgy anti-racism screed “Klansman,” an early staple of the band’s live sets; a cover of old-school country standard “Wabash Cannonball”; and twangy gem “Post Office,” which previously appeared on the cassette of Sundown and a Warners rarities compilation, Revenge Of The Killer B’s. The final bonus cut is a spirited (if slightly muddy-sounding) live recording from ’87, “White Lightnin,” a J.P. Richardson (Big Bopper) penned drinkin’ ‘n’ stinkin’ recorded over the years by everyone from Waylon Jennings and George Jones to the Fall and the Waco Brothers.

Additional Update:

The Slash Years, as noted, was a limited edition. It quickly sold out, and is considered relatively rare nowadays; at the time of this writing, the lone copy listed at Discogs was going for $99. In 2005 the Collectors’ Choice label reissued all three R&F albums on CD, minus any bonus tracks; this marked the first time 1987’s Rank And File was available on CD. And here in 2018, The Slash Years is available for streaming at Spotify.

SYNDICATE MAN: Steve Wynn

The songwriter stepped outside the Dream Syndicate mothership for his first two solo albums, originally released in the early ‘90s, which now get the expanded reissue treatment courtesy the archival maestros at Omnivore. (Watch a Wynn concert from 1992 following the text.)

BY MICHAEL TOLAND

In the late eighties, Steve Wynn was best known as leader of the mighty Dream Syndicate, and as such was associated with a certain sound. Though the band had begun to cross its own boundaries before its final record Ghost Stories, the Syndicate was still thought of as one thing: a semi-crazed guitar band that crossed the Velvet Underground with Crazy Horse. But Wynn was more ambitious in his vision, so it was only natural that he would put his latest batch of songs in different settings on Kerosene Man and Dazzling Display, his first solo albums.

They’ve now been reissued and expanded by the Omnivore label.

Originally released on Rhino Records in 1990, Kerosene Man opens up Wynn’s sound with colorful arrangements and thick, even lush instrumentation. Producer Joe Chiccarelli encouraged Wynn to look outside of his circle of friends and consider session cats. It’s a move that might be construed as an attempt to make Wynn’s songs commercial, but that’s not in and of itself a bad thing. Wynn’s writing has always been fairly straightforward – verses, choruses, melodies, hooks – and giving them production that, while hardly slick, wouldn’t sound out of place on the evolving Adult Album Alternative format would hopefully increase his audience. The single “Carolyn,” a tune that went back to the early Syndicate days, goes alt.country before alt.country was cool, while “Something to Remember Me By” enhances its dirty rock with female backup vocals (courtesy an overdubbed Julie Christensen of Divine Horsemen/Leonard Cohen infamy). “Conspiracy of the Heart” (a co-write and duet with Concrete Blonde’s Johnette Napolitano) and “Here On Earth As Well” essay gorgeous balladry with easy grace, unleashing a new facet of Wynn’s talent. With its jangling 12-string, crunchy solo and rousing chorus, opener “Tears Won’t Help” posits Wynn as the classic rocker that was always hiding under the Syndicate’s wall of feedback.

None of that’s to say Wynn doesn’t work his more eccentric mojo. “The Blue Drifter” indulges in his Lou Reed side, complete with saxophone coda, “Under the Weather” waits under the streetlight at midnight for a cool slice of noir rock, and the title track rollicks like a great bar band trying to cover Bob Dylan and “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” at the same time. The gnarled “Younger” – guest-starring Giant Sand’s Howe Gelb and future Continental Drifter Robert Mache duking it out on guitar – sounds more like an unused Dream Syndicate track than Nü-Steve. But the overall feel of Kerosene Man is smoother and more radio-ready than Wynn’s previous work, though it’s a sheen motivated more by a desire to get a set of strong songs in the vicinity of friendly ears than it is shifting units.

The Omnivore edition comes with a half-dozen bonus tracks, all recorded either in clubs or on the radio with his band at the time. A mix of originals and covers, the bonus cuts boast aggressive takes on Creedence Clearwater Revival’s “Graveyard Train” and Bob Dylan’s “The Groom’s Still Waiting At the Altar” and an absolutely molten version of “Younger.”

Wynn quickly followed up Kerosene Man with Dazzling Display, made with the same core team and originally issued in 1992. With a bigger budget, extra musicians and a year’s worth of experience on the road as a solo artist, Wynn was able to make what’s probably the most diverse and colorful record of his career. The first two cuts tell it: alongside the same studio band as on the last record, the bright, groovy pop of “Drag” features Three O’Clock/Mary’s Danish guitarist Louis Gutierrez, a horn section and a small army of backing vocalists, while the frisky folk/pop of “Tuesday” includes Gutierrez, Peter Buck, John Wesley Harding, string players and, on backing vocals, Flo & Eddie (the Turtles’ Howard Kaylan and Mark Volman) and the Psycho Sisters (the Bangles’ Vicki Peterson and the Cowsills’ Susan Cowsill – soon to join Wynn guitarist Robert Mache and bassist Mark Walton in the Continental Drifters). It looks excessive on the page, but by the grace of Wynn’s tasteful and efficient writing, his contagious enthusiasm for taking advantage of the studio environment and the skill of the players themselves, these top-heavy creations don’t fall on their faces.

Though the number of musicians on the rest of the tracks rarely reaches the same levels, they’re still presented in busier arrangements and shinier production than even Kerosene Man. But that works like a charm, suiting this particular set of Wynn songs well. The glittery pop of “Dandy in Disguise” and “When She Comes Around,” propulsive psychedelia of “Grace” and angry rock of “405” and the title track find their melodies buttressed by the arrangements, rather than obscured, and Wynn sounds confident and engaged amidst all the industry. Above all, it sounds like a natural evolution from the debut. Hardcore fans of The Days of Wine and Roses might blanch at first, but anyone following the road from 1982 to 1992 will be satisfied.

As with Kerosene Man, the Omnivore version includes six in-concert bonus cuts, recorded with Wynn’s touring band. The mini-set boasts a lovely “Conspiracy of the Heart,” with Johnette Napolitano reprising her studio role, and a hard-rocking version of Paul Simon’s “Boy in the Bubble” as highlights.

Wynn continued exploring this pop-friendly direction in later records, but it’s on these long out-of-print gems that he truly signaled his desire to never be hemmed in by expectations, his own or others. Kerosene Man and Dazzling Display are well worth rediscovery.

Photo by Greg Allen

WAKING UP TOGETHER: Great Lakes’ Ben Crum

The indie rock auteur discusses the different lives of his much-loved band. Hear some music here: www.greatlakesbencrum.bandcamp.com.

BY TIM HINELY

It was the self-titled debut in 2000 that was released on Kindercore that initially got me interested. I loved most everything on that label so when a CD by a band called Great Lakes popped into my P.O. box, I was excited to check it out. Like a few of the others under the Elephant 6 moniker (Apples in Stereo, Olivia Tremor Control, etc.), it exuded a sort-of grandiose ‘60s pop charm with bits of psychedelia, and some beautiful noise a la Pavement, too. Other records followed (including the brand spankin’ new, and very good, Dreaming Too Close to the Edge), and along the way, Crum lended his skills to bands such as Ladybug Transistor and the Essex Green.

The more recent Great Lakes records have been a bit darker, more guitar-heavy (less sunshine pop) than previous records, but still with excellent songwriting and an overflow of hooks. I wanted to know a bit about Crum and what made him tick, and when I shot some questions his way he was more than happy to expound and expand on his life from the early days until present day. If you’ve never heard the music of Great Lakes, then by all means check out one of their many releases—each one with its own distinct personality. Visit the band’s Facebook page, then read on, dear fans….

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Where did you grow up?

Mt. Airy, Maryland, though I finished high school in suburban Atlanta.

What was the first band that made you take notice?

The Descendents was really the first band that I was in to. I mean, I was discovering classic rock at the same time, but that 80s punk stuff was big for me. I came to them through skateboarding videos. They’re still one of my favorite bands, though I confess I haven’t kept up with their latest music. Fugazi was also an early big one for me. That first EP especially. I also loved, and still love, The Misfits.

When did you first pick up an instrument? Was it a guitar?

I was required by my mother, who played piano, to take piano lessons. She made me practice right after school. While sitting at the piano practicing my scales I could hear the other neighborhood kids playing and having fun. I found it miserable at the time. But my piano teacher let me come early to the lessons. She had a giant leather recliner and a nice stereo system with headphones. She’d let me play whatever records I wanted to listen to. That was my introduction to CCR. The main lick from “Down On the Corner” really grabbed me as a kid. That and the lead guitar part from “Up Around the Bend” had really caught my attention.

By middle school I chose to be in the school band. That lasted about one year. I think I mainly did it because I didn’t like the other options. I “played” saxophone. When I was about 14 I was watching Maryland public TV and I saw the One Night With You movie with Elvis. It’s taken from the 68 Comeback Special. I still love that stuff. I got out my mom’s old nylon string guitar and started teaching myself to play. I begged my parents to let me trade my sax for a steel string Guild acoustic. I took a few lessons, but those didn’t really take. I learned to play “Dust In the Wind” though.

What was your introduction to independent music? Was it hardcore? New wave? Something else?

I used to have a skateboard ramp in my backyard. All kinds of people would hear about it and come to my house to skate. There was an older dude who had a hardcore band and he gave me his 7 inch when I was about 15. That must’ve planted the seed in my mind that independently putting music out was something I could do. Before then, I don’t think it had occurred to me.

What was your first band? And how/when did Great Lakes come about? That was in Athens, GA, right?

It’s all kinda related, to me. The way I got started in doing music was that during breaks from college, around 92-93, I started getting together with high school friend, Dan Donahue, when we were both visiting our parents in Atlanta. We would write songs and record them on 4 track. We liked Galaxie 500/early Luna, The Flaming Lips, Pavement, Dinosaur Jr. And I remember he liked The Chickasaw Mudpuppies a lot and got me in to that stuff. He didn’t really play an instrument, though in the early days neither did I, really, so we both played whatever we could. He liked writing lyrics, though. That was his main thing. It always felt like a chore to me, and I was happy to have him be the lyricist. We called ourselves The Patty Melts. We had a song called “I’m Alive” that was kind of a fictional blues about how bad life was for the narrator, but the idea was that at least he was alive. A choice nugget of the lyrics, referring the guy’s wife, went: “ she’s a briarpatch with an eyepatch”, and later the narrator says:  “…gettin’ my ass up is a damn chore.” We made a pretty cool 4 track recording of that song. I had this homemade 4 string fretless instrument that my dad and brother had built. I’ve still got it. It was made out of paneling for the body and a piece of molding for the neck. The tuners were eye screws, screwed right into the wood. I tuned it to an open chord and played slide on it with a screwdriver as the slide. So we made this Chickasaw Mudpuppies-inspired song with that. By about 94 I started visiting Dan in Athens, where he was in college, and we would write songs and try to record them. Jamey Huggins, who was then in high school but came to Athens a lot on breaks and weekends, joined us on drums. We were all really into Teenage Fanclub by that time, and one night we stayed up all night and wrote a song that we thought was so good that we had to start a band one day. Even then, I was focused on the recording. Unless we had a cool recording of a song, it was as if it almost didn’t really exist. I think we all felt that way. I still do.

Meanwhile, I was in a band in college in Birmingham, Alabama with some friends. We were first called a few different names that I’ve forgotten, but when we started playing shows we were calling ourselves Wonderock, like a superhero or something. We had a couple good songs, actually. I remember getting some encouragement from the sound guy when we played our first show at The Nick. He was a pretty grizzled old guy, Johnny Mack, and he came up to us after our set and said begrudgingly, “Well, my toe was tapping and my toe don’t lie to me…” One of the members of that band, Craig Ceravolo, moved to Athens with me in 96 and went on to play in the earliest version of Great Lakes. Another member of that band formed a band called Three Finger Cowboy. They were on Amy Ray’s label and, I think, did a tour or two opening for The Indigo Girls. After that band I had a short-lived band with Craig, Jason Hamric, and Jamey, called Alaska. Craig, Jason, and I all lived together in Southside, and Jamey had come to Birmingham to stay with us for the summer. I think we chose the name because of that line in “Stephanie Says:, “It’s such an icy feeling / It’s so cold in Alaska”. We also called ourselves Cherry Valence for a bit (this was back before there was a band called The Cherry Valence). Anyway, that band had 3 members of what would become Great Lakes in it. I tried to convince Jason Hamric to leave Birmingham and move to Athens with us, but he wasn’t into that idea. He definitely would have been in Great Lakes, though, if he had moved with us. Great player, and great guy. So, anyway, in Athens, Dan joined us as a lyricist, and we merged Alaska/Cherry Valence and Wheelie Ride and The Patty Melts and became Great Lakes. And then Great Lakes evolved over time. But it wasn’t until 2009 or so that the current iteration, the longest running consistent lineup the band has ever had, came together. But Great Lakes is really more than a band to me. It’s what I consider my life’s work as an artist.

Tell me about your tenure in both the Ladybug Transistor and the Essex Green.

Well, when I got to Athens I arrived right as the Elephant 6 thing was coalescing. The first Neutral Milk Hotel and Olivia Tremor Control records had just come out and they blew me away. Elf Power, too. All those guys were into 4 track recording, like us, but, of course, they were way more advanced. We became friends with that whole group of people. And then, after years of recording (including really learning how to record), the first Great Lakes album came out on Kindercore/E6. Ladybug Transistor had a connection to E6. Their album The Albemarle Sound had certainly caught nearly everyone’s attention that year. I mean, if you liked Love and The Beach Boys and Van Dyke Parks’ Song Cycle and stuff like that, then that record was pretty much made for you. We loved it. That and that Lilys record that sounded like The Kinks (Better Can’t Make Your Life Better). Through E6 connections some of the people in Ladybug asked the Kindercore guys to release the first record by their other band, Essex Green. Kindercore happily did. We played a show or two together with Essex Green and Ladybug in Athens, which was fun. We hung out and kinda bonded over shared musical tastes, they way you can only really do when you’re in your 20s, it seems like. A few years later when I moved to Brooklyn they were some of the only people I knew. Jeff Baron, of both bands, immediately asked me to get together with him and Mike Barrett and play some music. We quickly realized that not only did we all love 60s psych and pop, but we also really loved old country music and the whole Flying Burrito Brothers style of country rock. Because we each knew so many country songs, and because we just loved to play, we would get together and play a lot. Mike and Jeff lived together, and had a cool little low volume set up in their apartment, and we’d hand out and play for hours, swapping instruments and trading off singing lead on all kinds of stuff. Eventually we started doing some of Mike’s originals, and Jeff and I would do some tunes. We talked about making a record, possibly of Mike’s original songs, and probably should have. But for some reason we ended up not doing that. But, like I said, we had a bunch of fun. It was also like some kind of music school for me, in a way. Jeff and Mike helped me train my ear to hear the changes, and to improvise. Previously, a live show for me had been about basically just executing what I’d written beforehand; but I came to see music differently through that experience of playing with those guys. I mean, with them, nothing ever sounded the same way twice, and I learned to love that. Then, soon after, Essex Green didn’t have a bass player for a tour they had booked, so they invited me to play. Tim Barnes (Silver Jews, Royal Trux) was on drums for the first tour or two that I did with them, and between Jeff’s great guitar playing and Tim’s incredible drumming and way of listening and responding, it was a great experience. That lineup of that band was definitely one of the best bands I ever played in. We did a tour or two with other drummers, and despite the fact that the Essex Green songs are great and I love playing with them, there came a point when I decided to bow out and focus on a new Great Lakes record, which became Diamond Times. But after that album came out Gary of Ladybug found himself without a guitarist. I guess Jeff didn’t want to do it at that point, so I started playing guitar with him. We did several tours, sometimes with Ladybug Transistor and Great Lakes on the same bill, and then we made what I call the Buckingham Kicks album together (officially titled Can’t Wait Another Day). I wanted to change the band name to Buckingham Kicks and release a self-titled debut, because the album we did was so different from previous LT albums, but Gary decided against that. The great thing about joining Ladybug Transistor, apart from playing with Gary, who is one of the better singers around, was that I got to play with longtime Ladybug drummer San Fadyl. He was another fantastic drummer, and he taught me tons as a musician. After he died tragically, my days in that band were numbered. But Gary soldiered on and made another record, and he’s still doing stuff now. I think he’ll keep making great records for a long time. I’d like to think that I’ll do more stuff together with the Essex Green/Ladybug Transistor folks. We’ve talked about wanting to do something, but logistically it’s a little tough. Maybe one day, though. There’s a new Essex Green coming out soon, though. I’ve been listening to it and it’s great.

When did you move to Brooklyn? What prompted the move?

I moved in 2002. I think I stayed in Athens a little too long for me. I’m not saying people shouldn’t stay in Athens. It’s a great place and I love it. But I was there 6 years, and it’s a small southern town, you know? That has its up and downsides. I think I should have left a little before then, but I didn’t for some reason. The way I actually ended up moving is that my girlfriend at the time was moving and I came along. We promptly broke up, but I stayed in New York because I liked it. Though New York is expensive, it’s a fun place to raise a family. We got to the Catskills, we have a great beach nearby, and we live in a community that is progressive politically. That goes a long way.

Tell us about the new Great Lakes record, Dreaming Too Close to the Edge. Where was it recorded? Who played on it?

Dreaming Too Close to the Edge, the 6th Great Lakes record, ended up being the third in a series of three records that sort of share a lyrical theme. The previous two, Ways of Escape and Wild Vision, are much more country-inflected, however. I think those two are good records, but they’re kinda heavy in terms of the moods and subject matter. This new one feels more fun to me. The subject matter is still pretty heavy, but the songs are back in major keys again. I think it’s a really strong batch of songs. I’m proud of it. I think with Ways of Escape I finally really found myself as a songwriter. I think the stuff I’ve done since that record has been my best work, and this new one feels very strong to me.

The lineup is pretty much the same as played on the previous two records. The drummer is Kevin Shea. He’s been with me for over 10 years now. Suzanne Nienaber sings with me again. Kenny Wachtel plays some guitar. Joe McGinty is back on keys, and Dave Gould on bass. There are a couple other people who played on a song here and there, Luis Leal played mellotron on a aong, and Andrew Rieger did a guest vocal on one song. They’re great musicians, all of them. And just nice, easy-going people. I have no intention to shake up that lineup. As long as those lovely people want to play with me, they’ve got the gig. Of course, it’s different when you’re in your late 30s and early 40s. We’re not trying to tour the world, and I really don’t have ambitions beyond making what I think are good records, and maybe playing the occasional show.

As for the recording of Dreaming, the drums were recorded at Brian Eno’s old space in Gowanus, Brooklyn. I think Martin Bisi has been there for 30 years or more. There’s a documentary film about the place. It’s now called Seizure’s Palace (when Jason LaFarge is behind the desk). It’s a huge room, but Jason’s got a great handle on getting good drum sounds in that space. A Boredoms record or two were done there, as well as several Swans records. It’s a great and really weird space. The keyboards were tracked at Joe McGinty’s vintage keys studio, Carousel, in Greenpoint. I played with him and got to know him through Ladybug Transistor (especially when we were rehearsing with Kevin Ayers, but he was also a good friend of San’s, too). Nearly everything else was done in my home studio. And I went to Don Piper’s Brooklyn studio to track vocals. He’s got a Neve desk there, and gets nice sounds. The record was mixed by Steve Silverstein, who mixed each of the last three records. Steve and I have a long relationship of working together, and he’s great.

Is Loose Trucks your own label? Do you release other music other than your own on it?

Yes. My old friends Andrew and Laura of Elf Power run Orange Twin Records in Athens. They put out a couple Great Lakes records, but for Wild Vision, the 5th record, Andrew suggested to me that there was really no reason anymore to give them a cut of the money. He just hooked me up with their distributor and I started my own label. So far, so good. But I teamed up with Mike Turner (of HHBTM Records, and the guy who released the first ever Great Lakes 7”) to help me with distribution this time. I think that’ll be a positive thing. The truth is, I’d never want to start a label, necessarily, but it just made sense for me to do it.

I haven’t released anything else on the label except the last two Great Lakes records, and I really don’t have any desire to do so.

Who are some of your favorite current bands or musicians?

Steve Gunn. I especially love Way Out Weather. That’s the modern record that I’ve listened to the most in recent years. I love the Fahey meets drone-y raga thing; but it’s the strength of the compositions and the melodies that I find elevates it above other records in that style. I also think David-Ivar from the band Herman Dune is one of the most criminally underrated songwriters around these days. And Bill Callahan has long been a favorite of mine. I think he’s peerless.

What is one musician you’d say who’s had the biggest impact on your music?

My biggest influence as a guitar player is/was Dean Wareham. First, I always thought his sound was really cool. And his solos and lead playing, from Galaxie 500 on, has all been consistently great. I mean, as a beginning guitar player I’d sing along with the guitar solos. It doesn’t happen that often, when the long guitar solo or outro is the highlight of a song, or just as good as the singing part. Wareham was kind of my guitar teacher in a sense, because the way he plays, it’s not super fast. It’s about the melodies and the feeling and the mood. Because his stuff wasn’t very technical, I was able to play along with his solos and lead parts pretty easily and figure out what he does and how he does it. Every now and again I still kind of think to myself, “What would Dean Wareham do on this song?” if I’m stuck trying to figure out a guitar part for a song.

Tell us about your day job as a teacher. How does it fit into your lifestyle? Any of the other teachers know that you’re a musician?

Well, I don’t have a very wild lifestyle, I can tell you that. I’ve got a 7 year old son and a 1 year old daughter. With a full-time job as a third grade teacher, I’ve got my hands full. Lots of responsibility. But I still find the time to play a handful of shows each year, and to release records regularly. I’ve kind of gotten into a pattern of working, that works for me. During the school year I write songs when inspiration hits. But then I have the summers off. That’s when I have more time to work on music. If I can get all the songs for a new record written, revised and ready to record by August, I can track drums for an album. And then the cycle of overdubbing on the recordings, while also writing new songs, can begin again. That’s really my pattern.

People I work with know I write and play music, and put out records. Sometimes they’ll come to the shows. Some of my student’s parent’s have actualy looked me up and bought my records. I leave a guitar in my class and we sing all the time. The parents know me as this gentle teacher who sings Paul Simon and Cat Stevens songs with their kids, but I could tell by the way they some of them talked to me about my music that they were a bit surprised, after hearing my music, at how thematically dark some of my stuff is. It’s not children’s music that I’m making, you know? If they’d asked me I’d have warned them.

As a teacher, I think about Robert Pollard a lot. He’s not only one of my favorite songwriters, but he made a bunch of his best records while he was working full-time as a 3rd grade teacher. It’s really not hard to balance teaching and music. The hours can be tough, though. I have to be on point at 8am when I have to face a class of 8 year olds. One of my regular working times is between 4am and 6am. It’s been less this way since we had our second kid, because I’m really tired from having a baby,  a 7 year old, and a demanding job. But I made most of the previous two records, and a lot of Dreaming, between the hours of 4am and 6am. That’s when my brain works best, anyway, I don’t even set an alarm. I just wake up naturally when I’m feeling inspired to work. It’s nice. The house is quiet, and I’ve got a tried-and-true system for recording electric guitars, bass, and keyboards silently. My wife is also very supportive, and often graciously allows me weekend mornings off of childcare duty so I can get some recording work done.  I’m one of those people that if I’m not recording and getting work done, I’m kind of irritable and feel unsettled. So it’s probably in her best interest to do that… (haha)

You’re the only remaining original member of the band., then? What’s that like?

Yeah. I’ve been the only original member of the band for over 10 years now. But it was really only for the first 2 records that the original members were a big part of the band, anyway, to be honest. And even then it was really just the first one that was the product of genuine collaboration. Back then it was me and Dan writing songs together, but by the time the first record came out we’d put together a big band that also featured Kevin Barnes from Of Montreal, Scott Spillane from Neutral Milk Hotel/Olivia Tremor Control, Bryan Poole from Elf Power, and Derek Almstead, Dottie Alexander, Heather McIntosh, and Jamey Huggins as a multi-instrumentalist and our main drummer. Jamey and I really collaborated very closely on the first record, in terms of working out the instrumentation on the songs. That was a really good, positive collaboration. And, truthfully, it hurt me when he chose to pretty much leave the band and focus on Of Montreal. But I understood his decision. They were getting really popular, and I couldn’t blame him. Then, in 2002, I moved to Brooklyn and Dan followed not long after, and once we’d both left Athens that was basically the end of the original lineup. Dan and I kept writing songs together, though, with him writing the lyrics and me writing the music. We went back to Athens to record Diamond Times, and a bunch of the old crew pitched in and played on the record, but by that point I’d formed a pretty strong connection with Jeff Baron of Essex Green and Ladybug Transistor, and had convinced him to come down from Brooklyn to Athens with me for the recording sessions. He ended up playing a big role in terms of making that album what it became.

The last released songs that Dan and I co-wrote, apart from one that made it onto Ways of Escape, came out on Diamond Times in 2006. After that album came out, I put together a 3-piece lineup of the band in New York, to tour behind that album. We did a long tour of the US, opening for The Clientele. It was Kevin Shea on drums, and Kyle Forester, who I also roped into The Ladybug Transistor as a keyboardist, on bass. We did a few tours of Europe with that lineup, too. What’s strange is that, though it’s not the original lineup, we played more shows together as a 3-piece than any previous or later Great Lakes lineup ever played, yet the three of us never made a record. Kyle left right before we began recording the 4th record, Ways of Escape. Around then Dan and I had a disagreement over the musical direction of the band and he abruptly moved back to Athens. Him leaving really turned out to be a great thing for me. Kevin Shea was happy to keep playing drums with me, and I wrangled a bunch of great NYC-based players to help me make that record. Towards the end of that process, Suzanne Nienaber started singing with me. As soon as we started doing stuff together I thought it sounded great. That lineup ended up being the players I’ve continued to work with for a decade and counting. We made Wild Vision together, which, to me, really felt like a highlight in the band’s discography, and then we made the new record, Dreaming Too Close to the Edge, together, too.

Looking back, I think I went out on my own at just the right time. I was feeling weird about singing somebody else’s words. And it felt so much better to sing my own. Dan also just wanted more say over the music than I was willing to give him. I think a lot of artists reach a point where they get fed up with making art by committee. At a certain point, you need control to really realize your vision. I’ve done 6 Great Lakes records now, with the most recent 3 being made without any other original band members. And it’s the 3 I’ve done on my own that I feel most proud of, to be honest. I’ll never disavow the early stuff, and if you’re a fan of unabashed 60s psych-pop then that’s the Great Lakes stuff for you.

The thing about bands continuing on without original members is tricky. A lot of times those bands aren’t very good without the original lineup. But I always think about The Byrds when this subject comes up. My favorite Byrds records are the ones Roger McGuinn made without Gene Clark and David Crosby. I mean, I love the Gene Clark solo stuff, and that first David Crosby solo record, too. And of course the early Byrds stuff is great. But those late Byrds records are the ones I like the most. I like to think of Great Lakes like that. Maybe some people prefer the early stuff, and that’s fine. But I’m just going to keep on doing my own thing, regardless of what anybody else thinks.

Any closing comment? Final thoughts? Anything you wanted to mention that I didn’t ask?

I’m always focused on what I’m doing next. I’m working on the 7th Great Lakes record now. More and more, I find myself drawing on more of my influences from the time when I was starting to play music, lthe stuff I was into in my early 20s. Dinosaur Jr., Pavement, Sebadoh, Luna/Galaxie 500, Teenage Fanclub, Guided By Voices, Built to Spill. Not that there’s a cohesive sound there, but that combination of sounds is really where my heart is lately. I’m working on the next record now and I can feel it going in that direction. It’s not at all thematically connected to the other records. I feel like it’s going to be good.

Thanks for your interest in my music, Tim. I appreciate it. (L-r in the top black-and-white photo: That’s Kevin Shea, Suzanne Nienaber, Kenny Wachtel, Chris Talsness and me.)

All photos by jami craig except the daytime outside shot, which is by Diego Britt. 

 

 

 

 

WAIKIKI AFTER DARK (Blurt Edition)

In which our Travel Editor—and resident Elvis authority—guides us through some fine, and in places, quirky, dining spots along the Honolulu beachfront. (Additional reading: “Dancing Barefoot: The Great Waikiki Mai Tai Taste Off,” Gaar’s guide to Hawaii’s  finest mixology establishments.) (Above: King of Hawaii: Johnny Fortuno as Elvis in Rock-a-Hula.)

BY GILLIAN G. GAAR

In Waikiki, everyone wants to snag a good seat to enjoy the inevitably beautiful sunset, and Blurt’s given you some suggestions as to where to do exactly that. But what about after the sun goes down? If you’re not heading to a luau (we’ll cover those later), here’s a look at what you’ll find in Waikiki, offering more than just hula dancing:

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Magic of Polynesia: This production gives a Hawaiian twist to a magic show. But it’s a bit of an uneasy mashup that would’ve worked better if there was something specifically “Hawaiian” about the tricks. Instead, it alternates between tricks, some hula, more tricks, some fire knife dancing, and so on. The tricks are pretty standard stuff (e.g. the assistant gets in a box and disappears, reappearing in the auditorium), but still enjoyable. Whoever the magician is (they alternate) adds some comedy to the proceedings as well. There are four packages: show only, one cocktail, dinner, and deluxe dinner. I’ve seen this a show a couple of times, but haven’t had the dinner. The main advantage of buying a dinner package is better seating. Ditto the cheaper tickets; you could do the show only ticket, and buy two cocktails, and that would still be cheaper than the cocktail package; but you’d get better seating at the latter. Rating: Fun show, but lacks the fire to make it a must-see. (Below: No rabbits, no hats: it’s the Magic of Polynesia.)

Star of Honolulu Dinner Cruise: The appeal of a dinner cruise in Honolulu is obvious, since you’re in one of the most picturesque places on earth. This company prides itself on presentation and customer service, which are both first rate. There’s transportation via bus to the dock at Aloha Tower (at one time the tallest building in the islands), where hula dancers entertain you until it’s time to board. There are four dinner options, and I’ve done two. The Pacific Star Sunset package, the cheapest, offers a buffet and Polynesian-themed show. The Star Sunset package has all-you-can-eat crab and tenderloin of beef, and a “60 Years of Aloha” show. I’ve experienced the Three Star Dinner package, with lobster and tenderloin of beef, plus the “Aloha” show. (Below: The picturesque presentation of the Star of Honolulu’s Five Star Sunset Dining.)I was disappointed that the “champagne” toast wasn’t sparkling wine but non-alcoholic. I was told this was because some of the guests were under 21; fine, give them the sparking cider, and sparkling wine to the rest of us. The mixed drinks were also weak; I asked for an additional shot in mine. The food was tasty and plentiful. The Five Star Sunset Dining & Jazz is the swanky one. The meal has seven courses, starting with appetizers on the top deck where you meet the captain, followed by soup, salad, lobster, sorbet to cleanse your palate, prime tenderloin of beef, and two small desserts (more fun than one big one). The dining room here is less crowded; it’s more cramped on the lower floors. And instead of a Polynesian-themed show, you get a jazz vocalist following your meal. I enjoyed getting a taste of the high life. Whatever deck you’re on, try to get a window table. You’re free to wander about the ship during the voyage, so be sure to go outside and deck to enjoy the view. I also recommend paying the extra fee to go on Friday night, when the ship stays out later to see the weekly fireworks display at the Hilton Hawaiian Village. The cruise isn’t cheap (prices start at $97), so reserve it for a special night out. Rating: It’s worth taking to the time to see the island from a different perspective — on the sea. (Below: Jazzin’ it up on the Star of Honolulu dinner cruise.)

Blue Note Hawaii: The Outrigger Waikiki used to be host to the long running variety show Society of Seven. It was then decided that the show was too long in the tooth, so it was closed down, the space was remodeled, and reopened as the Hawaii branch of the Blue Note jazz club chain. One nice thing about Blue Note Hawaii is there’s a good mix of local and national talent; shows with local acts are cheaper as well. The space seats over 300, but the design makes it feel relatively intimate, so you can get a decent view pretty much wherever you sit; the cheapest seats are at the bar at the back. (Below: The Winston Marsalis “Star Table” at Blue Note Hawaii.)There are two shows a night, with food available. On my last visit, I had the Chocolate Macadamia Nut Martini — like drinking a liquid chocolate bar (and it needed more alcohol). One drawback: you’re forced to order something, because there’s a $10 food/beverage minimum — which always makes ordering feel like more an imposition, than something you’re doing for pleasure. Another drawback is the wait in lobby before you’re admitted (especially for the second set, as you’re only admitted a half hour before showtime), something that could easily be solved by having reserved seats. Note also that because of the smaller size, popular acts (like Herb Alpert or Chris Botti) tend to sell out fast, so if you’re interested in such a show, don’t delay in getting a ticket. Rating: A quality venue with a good range of talent, and a nice change of pace from the tropical drink bar scene. (Below: All that jazz at Blue Note Hawaii.)

Rock-a-Hula: My hands down favorite show in Waikiki. They’ve just updated the show and I plan to see it on my next trip and tell you all about it, so I’ll just give an overview here. The show was created by Legends in Concert, who put on tribute shows in Vegas. There’s a rotating cast of tribute artists, but there’s always an Elvis (the wonderful Johnny Fortuno), who of course has a strong connection to Hawaii, having made three films here, not to mention his Aloha From Hawaii by Satellite concert from 1973 — and songs from his films and the ’73 concert are very much a part of this production (it’s even named after an Elvis song from Blue Hawaii). There are five packages here; show only, one cocktail, luau dinner, “Stageside VIP” dinner, and the deluxe “Green Room” package (which gives you a backstage tour). I recommend the Luau package (a great meal and good seats), but if you can spring for it, the “Green Room” package is terrific fun. Drinks are on the weak side; ask for an extra shot. After the show, stick around and meet the cast in the lobby. Rating: The strong performances and high production values of this show make it a guaranteed good night out. (Elvis and Michael Jackson in Rock-a-Hula, Waikiki’s best stage show.)

Lewers Lounge: This venue is tucked away in the ritzy Halekulani hotel. The lighting is low, and it’s the kind of place people casually drop into and out of throughout the evening; the perfect place to escape the hectic activity of Waikiki. There’s jazz every night, starting at 8:30 p.m. (most of the time you’ll see Maggie Herron, who’s on Wednesday through Sunday), and a menu of interesting cocktails and snacks; my favorite is the Lost Passion, a “sophisticated blend of tequila, Cointreau and fresh juices, topped with Champagne.” (Below: Double the fun: The delectable “Lost Passion” at Halekulani’s Lewers Lounge.)

Note that there’s a dress code here: “Casual Elegant Attire — casual t-shirts, tank tops, beachwear, exercise attire or flip-flops are not permitted,” and I have seen people turned away at the door for being deemed underdressed. I myself favor a black ensemble on my visits and have had no difficulties. Rating: A classy, sophisticated venue. A great place to stop in for a nightcap, or indulge yourself and stay all evening. And say hello to Maggie for me! (Below: Catch Maggie Heron Wednesday through Sunday at Halekulani’s Lewers Lounge.)

NOT TOO OLD-FASHIONED TO ASPIRE: TC&I (a/k/a XTC’s Colin Moulding & Terry Chambers)

Our correspondent—who you may know from a little old Athens, Georgia, band called Pylon, and subsequent related outfits—converses with the British legends about their new band, their legacy, the recent XTC documentary film, an epochal (to Georgians, at least) early, concert summit between XTC and R.E.M., and plenty more. Note: A version of this story also appeared earlier this month at Athens’ Flagpole magazine.  (Photos of Moulding and Chambers by Geoff Winn.)

 BY VANESSA BRISCOE HAY

In which XTC’s Colin Moulding & original drummer Terry Chambers discuss: Great Aspirations, a new EP from their project TC & I; XTC’s This Is Pop rockumentary. What have they been up to and where have they been?  I love the work of Andy Partridge, but I wanted to know more about the other members of XTC than I saw unfold through This is Pop... Plus, read a few memories of a legendary Athens, GA show 37 years ago that paired the legendary British band XTC with a very young R.E.M. A show that many fans of both bands wish that they could take a time machine back to. Colin Moulding and Terry Chambers were both very generous with their time and answered every single question I asked. A fan couldn’t ask for anything more!

 2018 marks the 40-year anniversary of XTC’s first studio album White Music that spawned the Andy Partridge penned singlesThis is Pop,” a manifesto proclaiming that punk was no different than pop andStatue of Liberty.” I was delighted recently to chat with the formidable rhythm section of XTC’s bassist Colin Moulding and original drummer Terry Chambers about their current project TC&I. Colin and Terry with some help from their friends have recently released an EP, Great Aspirations, via PledgeMusic. Great Aspirations harkens a bit back to the early glory days of XTC, but how could it not with this pedigree. Most people don’t understand how important the drummer really is to a songs pattern and flow – and with the songwriting skills of Colin Moulding, the EP is a delight to listen to. The four songs on Great Aspirations include adult themes about things like conservation and happily facing mortality.The XTC documentary This Is Pop just aired to rave reviews from fans on Showtime (trailer is belowI).

Last year, The XTC Bumper Book of Fun, an anthology of articles from XTC’s fanzine published between 1982-1992 with new material for 2017 came out to rave reviews from fans. (Loved the Limelight zine! And hey, whatever happened to The Little Express XTC zine out of Canada? – Archival Ed.)

VANESSA BRISCOE HAY: For someone who is semi-retired, you seem busier than ever. There seems a sense of both looking back and forward.

 Colin Moulding: I always like to be able to look forward to something musically, so the new stuff is where it’s at for me …. but of course, I’m very proud of what we’ve done too with the chaps over the years. Something new and experimental musically keeps me going in my ‘dotage.’

VBH: I’m right there with you on that. I briefly met you and Andy Partridge in January 1980 while passing through the Hotel Iroquois lobby. A lot of bands who were booked by Frontier Booking International or FBI stayed there – I also ran into other bands like The Clash, The Pretenders, Iggy Pop and The Police. Randy Bewley (guitarist for Pylon) spied you two sitting in the lobby doing an interview and asked me to give you our first single because he was too shy. I know that you don’t remember us, but we were thrilled!

CM: I hope we were courteous when we met.  I remember the cockroaches at the Iroquois… they were certainly friendly. (laughs)

VBH: You both were very nice. I can’t say the same for the cockroaches. On April 24, 1981, XTC performed in Athens, GA and the opening band was none other than R.E.M. My band Pylon were out on the road at the time, so I missed it.

CM: I don’t remember too much about that particular show.  But I know the reception we got in general across America was nearly always good. The size of the portions at meal times certainly made an impression on me! It was a great time to be young and into music.

VBH: Please tell me how your new project TC&I with former XTC drummer Terry Chambers came to be.

CM: Well, as you may know, Terry left the band in 1982 and moved to Australia to be with his wife at that time. He had made previous visits to the U.K., but this time it was different. When he came over in 2016 for a family wedding he expressed a wish that he would like to come back to England on a permanent basis.  He was. I think having personal problems and saw his future back in the U.K., so the novelty of it all was too much to resist.  I asked him there and then whether he fancied playing on some new songs of mine that I was contemplating recording and one thing led to another …and then we formed TC&I. A very enjoyable few months we had too, recording and having fun.

VBH: Had you been in contact with him or worked with him since he left XTC in 1982 (during the sessions for Mummer)?

CM: No not really —he would come back for family events and stuff, and maybe I would see him on occasions when our schedules would allow, but generally we were like ships in the night.

VBH: Are there plans for TC&I to perform live?

CM: We may do (that), but you must remember we pretty much played most of the stuff on the record between ourselves, so as such, we don’t have a band. Fnding players who are sympathetic to our sensibilities won’t be easy, but if we click with some other musicians then yes, it’s a possibility-I think quite soon we’d like to do some more recording too.  Fitting it all in is difficult.

VBH: Apart from the existing ‘Scatter Me’ video, will there be another video forthcoming?

 CM: We were going to do another for “Greatness” but it’s such a difficult subject to find tangible visuals for, so it may happen- depending on suitable visuals. We have some shots for it, but nothing we are happy with thus far

VBH: I have read that Terry Chambers’ son is a drummer like his father. Can Terry tell us anything about that?

TC:  My son Kai plays in an Australian band called October Rage.  They have a deal with a record company in Salt Lake City, Utah called Aircastle and they regularly play the U.S.- mainly in the mid-West.  They are a fairly heavy rock band.

VBH: Are you writing new material together for this project with plans to record it?

 CM: After ‘Great Aspirations,” there is plans to do more. Terry doesn’t write per se, so I have to have time off to formulate ideas for us to record. At the moment we’re doing promo for the EP, so I am not settled into this process yet. Besides, we want to keep them special and fun. The conveyor belt of the old days doesn’t apply anymore.

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VBH: The documentary This Is Pop was great! I would have liked to have seen a little more about the other members’ background. I really love Andy Partridge’s work, but I love the other members work too.

 CM: I think documentary film making is a certain (type of) art. The director must entertain, inform and keep his backers happy too. Andy’s breakdown and his subsequent refusal to tour was headline news -so there you have it. There were other tributaries that the story could certainly have taken, but in the interest of holding a (story) thread and keeping a strong central core, it was told this way.


VBH:
What attracted you to music initially and what was your first instrument?

TC: At first, I wanted to play piano for some unknown reason.  That idea never came to fruition.  I think maybe because I became obsessed with rock music in late 1968-69 and suddenly thought …drums! I was 14 years old. I had an inspired moment and sought out a drum kit reasonably priced at Kempsters, a music shop in Swindon. I think the kit cost around £35-50* which was bought from money that I had saved from my after-school job stacking shelves at a local grocery store.  The kit was a lovely blue coloured Broadway drum kit made by John Gray. When I got the kit home, I didn’t even know how to set it up and had no idea how to play.  I learned to play by listening to my sister’s records on an old mono record player hitting parts of the kit that seemed to sound like what was on the records. For example: that sounds like this one – then hitting the snare drum, bass drum etc.

I hope that this helps to explain my perhaps unorthodox playing style rather than the usual text book style.

*Note: This was about $80-115 in US dollars at the1975 exchange rate – which is now worth about $380-540 adjusting for 2018 inflation. A lot of stacking shelves, I’m sure!

CM: I first noticed being moved by hymns at school, but I couldn’t work out why some moved me, and others didn’t. What was that thing that gave me a lump in my throat?  “I Vow to Thee, My Country,” still moves me today. * This coincided with hearing pop music on the TV and radio-The Beatles in particular, as well as The Kinks, Dusty Springfield, and Spencer Davis. I loved the melodies of it all. My first instrument was the bass guitar-right from the start. I thought that it would quickly get me into a band and make me popular with girls. In fact, we knew people who just carried a guitar around with them most of the time, without a clue as how to play it, just for that purpose.

*Note: This hymn originates from a poem penned by Sir Spencer Rice which was adapted by Holst to music from his work Jupiter.

 VBH: Who was an early influence on your style?

CM: A chap called Andy Frasier. You may recognize the name. He played in the band Free, of which I was a huge fan. I thought the sound of his bass was very unusual-like an elastic band or something.

Free played in a very empty sort of way which appealed to me a lot more so than power chords. I’ve thought that less is more ever since…

VBH: Were your family supportive?

 CM: Not to begin with-no. You see I had forsaken my education to do music which rather horrified my parents. Indeed, I had five very dispiriting years after I had ‘dropped out’ where nothing much happened. So, I was beginning to come around to the assumption that they had been right all along, but the calling was too strong for me. You see one thinks that it’s all going to happen overnight when one has made up one’s mind what to do, but it very rarely does. Then along came punk rock and rather saved the day…it got us in.

 VBH: Yay, punk rock! Did you have a childhood hobby?

 CM: I was rather taken with astronomy and studied it for a number of years. I also had an interest in maps, which stays with me to this day. I still have my original copy of sheet 157 OS of my local area somewhere in the house.

*Note: Referring to an “Ordnance Survey” map with scale of one inch to one mile. 157 is the sheet number and refers to his hometown of Swindon, UK.

  VBH: I’ve never been to Swindon, but I originally came from a town which is much smaller than Swindon. Did you know the other members of XTC growing up?  How do the townspeople or the town feel about their most famous product?

 CM: I Knew Andy at school because we grew up close by.  The other members I met later in pubs and stuff, or in music shops. We are known to some in our town, and even revered and respected in some quarters. But, I’m sure to others they wouldn’t know who the hell we are, you see, for some, unless you come from London or New York you can’t possibly be that good!

VBH: I know that at one point in the 2000’s you washed your hands of music. I suspect that it was the business more than music because you became involved in some prog rock projects in LA. I must confess to having had a sweet tooth for this type of music in my teen years when I loved bands like Emerson Lake & Palmer, Yes, Pink Floyd and Renaissance.  Tell me a little about your involvement with this genre.

 CM: When the band fizzled out I went down like a wounded horse. It had been such a big part of my life that I couldn’t face starting anything new. Very much like when a romance comes to an end, one is still emotionally attached. I had to give it time before I could ‘love again.’ So, I think I just watched TV for two years, and made myself a nuisance at the local tennis club. Then, I began to get offers from a guy in LA named Billy Sherwood who was well in with a clique of musicians that I knew from my prog rock record buying days. He asked, “Did I fancy having a go at contributing to this stuff?”  So, I thought, what the hell. Billy actually plays bass in YES now, and tours live with them due to the untimely death of Chris Squire.

VBH: Are there any prog rock recordings that you were involved in that we should look for?

CM: Yes, my favourites are: “The Man Who Died Two Times,” from (LA prog rock band) Days Between Stations concept album In Extremis and “Just Galileo and Me,” from Billy Sherwood’s solo album Citizen.

VBH: What is it like to work with Rick Wakeman?

CM: Rick, I believe, was on a track that I worked on from Billy’ Sherwood’s Citizen record. Files were compiled and sent down the line and assembled at his end, so I never got to be in the same room. It was all very impersonal – but that’s the industry for you. You can work intensely in a room together for three months with a person and then never see them again – or be at the end of a computer in different towns. Well, they say the internet has drawn people closer together …. Well this would seem the opposite wouldn’t you think?

VBH: I have done very little work like that, but I would agree. You are known for earnest, yet indirect at times pop lyrics and song writing. I know that the first three songs to chart for XTC were penned by you.  The first single that I bought by XTC was “Life Begins at The Hop”. A highlight of the album Drums and Wires was “Making Plans for Nigel.” Perhaps my favorite XTC song is “Generals and Majors.” Many drummers have cited the sound on the 4th XTC album Black Sea as the best sound recording of a drummer.  There is a little discussion of that in the documentary This Is Pop. To me the whole band sounds very full and clear and the rhythm section is killer.

How did XTC and your producer Steve Lillywhite achieve the sound separation during the recording process of Black Sea?

 CM: That sound is the sound of the stone room at Virgin’s “Town House Studios” in Goldhawk Road, London. Not long built when we got to work there-In fact we may have been among the first to use it. We had done Drums and Wires there the year before and the big sound was being worked on even then. Later it was developed even more for Back Sea. It’s the sound you hear on Phil Collins’ ‘‘In the air tonight’…and on the Peter Gabriel album from around that time. Hugh Padham was the house engineer, and together with Steve, they developed it. Essentially the drummer is locked away in a room of his own that is made of stone.

VBH: Amazing. That explains a lot. Do you feel that you are coming full circle with your latest project TC &I with Terry Chambers?

 CM: No, because a circle would indicate that we had arrived back where we started and that’s not right. I feel the stuff on (the TC &I EP) Great Aspirations is breaking new ground.  To write about death in a positive way (“Scatter Me”) is a hard thing to do – plus others like ‘Kenny’ and ‘Comrades of Pop’ is largely storytelling over fanfares and riffs with sound effects. I’m more a narrator than a tunesmith in these instances. I thought it was something we hadn’t done.

 VBH: I see that you play bass, guitar, keys and sing lead vocals and that you wrote the songs as well. Who are the other players on this project?

 CM: We had some local players that sang and played the saxophone and trumpet, but essentially Terry and I played everything – more out of necessity than design.  You see we didn’t have the big budgets that we had on the XTC records. Susannah Bevington is from a local choir and Alan Bateman has played brass for many people locally. Mikey Rowe is the exception; he plays Keyboards for Noel Gallagher’s band High Flying Birds.

 VBH: Is it self-produced?

 CM: Yes – and we have a saying in England…’cheap as chips’ – that’s what music has become.  Considering the amount of time and expense that one has to go through, it’s a wonder anyone produces anything at all.

 VBH: Where did you record it?

 CM: It was recorded at my house. I have a facility in my garage. We would run long lines into the house to record things that needed separation like brass and the soprano voice that you hear on ‘Scatter Me’. When you record yourself, one doesn’t have the pressure that one has at the big studios where the clock is ticking……the pressure to get it right within a short space of time is immense. One shouldn’t subject oneself to such pressure. Yes, it was all very ‘Joe Meek’, but I figured that at least we were going to have a record that sounded different. Sure, you will make mistakes – but good things happen when you don’t know what you’re doing…. trust me.

 VBH: What technology did you use to record it?

 CM: I like the Otari Radar because the converters are so good. Then we transferred it all to Logic Pro. We had a very good mixer chap by the name of Stuart Rowe who rapped our knuckles when we got a bit wayward with the sound, so he was our guardian angel really. I only hope that we can afford him next year.

 VBH: Are there plans for further XTC projects?

CM: Well, certainly no new ones, that’s for sure.

VBH: How involved are you with the reissues?

CM: None whatsoever – they are totally Andy’s babies. He chooses what goes on them and it is his choice alone. I don’t think he appreciates any outside interference, so I don’t bother anymore. My feeling towards them is this:   They most certainly have saved us from the bargain bins, and I’m grateful for that, but I’m not a believer in (the release of) demos of any great number.   You see for me, ‘the extension should never be bigger than the house.’ in my view it rather dilutes the magic. He says the fans want them; I say the fans have had them.

VBH: Do you think that you will ever tour with XTC again?

CM: Extremely unlikely I’d say……. the individuals are far too disparate in thought for it ever to happen. But then I’m not sure whether I would want to …. I think I might feel uncomfortable being in their company after so long…

VBH: Okay, I have two questions for you Colin, from two friends who also love your music:

Jason NeSmith: “Do you have a favorite plant (or type of plant) in your garden?” 

CM: I’m very fond of my box plants…which I clip to a topiary shape…. very therapeutic…. i can contemplate the world whilst doing it….

Marianna Silva: “As I live in Brazil, I’m still waiting for my TC&I EP to arrive, so I haven’t heard it yet… But, it’s fantastic to hear Colin and Terry playing together once again. I’d like to know if there is a song or songs that he wrote (from the XTC catalog such as “Nigel”) that he wished that he had done differently on listening to it/them today?”

CM: Probably lots….certainly some of the later stuff which didn’t get done all that well….as I think we knew we were breaking up…like the last days of Rome or something….but going back further…I think ‘Cynical Days’ got some rough justice…it’s far too lounge-y and the clatter of the snare drum on the choruses is not quite right…..but if I went through it all I’m sure it would distress me too much….best not to think about it…

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 Here are a few memories or comments from some of my fellow Athenians about XTC or that  XTC / R.E.M. at the B & L Warehouse on April 24, 1981:

When I was touring Europe with Sugar, we had a truly excellent sound engineer from the UK by the name of Mick Brown.  It is typical for a touring sound engineer to tune each venue’s PA with a recording with which they are very familiar and hold in high regard.  Every single day of that tour, Mick’s choice was XTC’s The Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead.”   It was constantly stuck in my head, but I never minded.  Great song. Great production. Great band. — David Barbe (Chief Engineer & Producer at Chase Park Transduction, Director of UGA Music Business Program, Mercyland, Sugar, The Quick Hooks, Bar-B-Q Killers, Drive-By Truckers)

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The show R.E.M. did with XTC at the B&L Warehouse was one of the most fun nights I’ve ever had, and XTC were as hot as any band I ever saw. The crowd simply would not let them stop playing, and I think they were as surprised at the multiple encores as they were happy to play them. The musicianship of Colin and Andy, and the power of the band, gave us something to shoot for. — Mike Mills  (R.E.M.)

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I remember thinking that this was the first time I had seen R.E.M. in color… there was a “tree” of colored lights on the stage and R.E.M. looked like a real, pro band! Also, I remember that XTC had a projector projecting words and dots on a screen behind them – “Cuba” “Generals and Majors” etc. The other random memory from that night was that a big old football player-sized frat boy took my chair from me when I stood up to dance saying “get your coat off of my chair, boy” – Bryan Cook (Time Toy)

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 In 1981 I was a very young student at UGA, living in Reed Hall. Since the previous year my friends and I had been seeing R.E.M. whenever we could, and we were always on the lookout for their next show. We were excited to learn they’d be opening for XTC, we’d been hearing “Life Begins at the Hop” and “Making Plans for Nigel” on WUOG and thought it was cool that our local heroes were opening for a big-time band. At the time our ideas about what constituted “New Wave” were vague at best; none of us had much access to the music press or records, but we thought of UK punk as having kicked things off and of UK bands as being on the leading edge. The night of the show we walked over to the B&L Warehouse from the dorm, crossing the railroad tracks behind the art building. The venue felt big compared to Tyrone’s, which is what we were used to, but the same crowd seemed to be there. R.E.M. did their usual energetic set, much to our satisfaction, but when XTC came out it was instantly obvious which was the better band. They were tighter, they had better sound, and their songs and arrangements were on an entirely different level. It was the show of the year for us and helped us realize that what was going on in Athens really was part of something bigger. Black Sea is still my favorite XTC album. – Brad Cahoon (Athens resident since 1979, Retired)

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There was great energy in the room that night, the audience was enthusiastic, and I think the bands picked up on that. I just recall having fun from start to finish – Jeff Hollis (UGA Alumnus, Attorney)

 

 

SERIOUS FUN WITH… Giant Kitty

Now on their second full-length, the Houston postpunk/riot grrrl outfit talk about their home city and living in a redder-then-red state, about the experiences of Muslims as well as trans citizens in America—and about the influence of… drumroll, please… Keanu Reeves on their music and their art. (Above photo: via the band’s Facebook page / by Trish Badger Photography.

BY ROBIN E. COOK

Houston’s Giant Kitty blends fun and political awareness seamlessly. They observed Trump’s inauguration alongside other Houston bands with an ACLU benefit: “We Belong: Houstonians of Muslim Descent Dissent.” (Singer Miriam Hakim is a Syrian-American Muslim.) On the thundering “This Stupid Stuff,” the band explores everyday prejudice and stereotyping, and the video amplifies the message via Post-Its. The topic is personal not only for Hakim but for her bandmates. Guitarist Cassandra Chiles and drummer Trinity Quirk are transgender women (they also tied the knot onstage in 2016), while the band’s newest member, bassist Roger Medina, is Mexican.

But then the band changes gears and pays tribute to Keanu Reeves on “Don’t Stop That Bus,” with a video that recreates scenes from his most famous movies. For their second album, Rampage, Giant Kitty mixes charged commentary, searing riffs, and just the right amount of sass to make it a blast to listen to.

BLURT: Could you give me some background on the band?

Cassandra Chiles: The band was founded about five years ago. We started as kind of a riot grrl band, and kind of morphed into more of a punk-ish…

Miriam Hakim: We have a riot grrrl attitude. Whatever the hell music we’re making is what we’re making.

Roger Medina: Punk rock.

MH: Yeah, we’re punk rock. Some people might argue, but it doesn’t matter.

RM: It’s like alternative punk, a lot of different styles.

MH: We draw from a lot of different influences, but I think ultimately, you know, we’re just sort of writing personal songs about things we care about and are relevant to us, and I feel like that’s pretty punk rock.

RM: We’re a band for the people, yo!

CC: I think there’s a good balance between the serious issues and the humor element that a lot of bands don’t have.

I noticed that too, like, for instance, your recent videos, like “This Stupid Stuff” for instance.

MH: I think there’s that quote, “The personal is political,” right? And really for us, I feel like that’s kind of our mantra. We write very personal songs, and because of our identities and our experiences, sometimes those personal songs end up being a wider message, like “This Stupid Stuff.” But ultimately what we’re really doing is we’re writing about our experiences and hoping that somebody else can connect to them too.

I have a question about Houston. It’s definitely thought of as being a pretty liberal city, isn’t it?

MH: Definitely. I think we were the first major American city to have a gay mayor, Annise Parker, a few years ago.

And I think that really goes against the image people have of Texas as being this totally redneck state, because you do have places like Austin and Houston.

Trinity Quirk: We’re still a red state no matter what at this point, so we’ve got our share, definitely.

MH: It’s true, and I think a lot of the northern-southern divide is more of an urban-rural divide. Texas has some of the biggest cities in the United States. Not just Austin, but Houston, Dallas, San Antonio, and everywhere in the Valley, they all vote Democrat and have for a long time. So I think it’s really just a matter of how the districts are drawn in Texas. That’s why it goes red. But it’s not necessarily as solid red as maybe people outside of Texas would understand.

CC: Even Dallas, which tends to be more conservative . . . it’s really almost a dead middle ground area, at least I find it to be.

MH: I’m from Dallas, and I would say, yeah. And also, there’s something to be said for being more lefty people, like we are, from a red state. Because there’s some sort of camaraderie that we have and this sort of underdog mentality that in some sense I feel like, you know, the things we’re passionate about, maybe when we visit a blue state, they’ve sort of already won that battle, right? And for us, we’re still fighting, we’re still passionate about it. And we still understand like the day-to-day effect that it has. So me being a lefty person who’s lived in a red state all my life, I feel like it gives a little different perspective on it.

You did a show of bands with other Muslim members, a fundraiser for the ACLU. Could you tell me about that?

MH: I organized that with a couple of other people in Houston from the band Ruiners. The lead singer, Shan [Parsha], he’s half-Pakistani, I’m half-Syrian. And, you know, the day after the election, we were really upset, and we felt really betrayed. Both of us grew up in the United States. I guess both of our parents are Americans now, but we have parents from another country that’s kind of vilified, and both of us are Muslim. And so we just felt really helpless and really, like I said, betrayed.

We were chatting on Facebook, like what can we do to feel better and help others feel better. And we decided is that Houston has so many bands with members from Muslim families that why don’t we, on Inauguration Day, throw a big concert and get all the bands that we can with members from Muslim families together?

We specifically wanted to raise money from the ACLU, because they don’t just fight for rights for Muslim people. We wanted something that would fight for everybody. And so yeah, we threw this big, very affirming concert, and thankfully all these people were on board with it. That was Roger’s first show with us, which I feel is really appropriate and meaningful and that was a dark day for a lot of us. And the fact that we did that and we raise almost $2,000 for the ACLU, I mean, maybe it’s a drop in the bucket, but I feel like for a lot of us that were there that day it helped us feel like at least we did something.

Do you feel like trans rights after the election took one step forward, two steps back?

CC: I think that there is a backlash because . . . basically, when Trump got elected, I think a lot of people were very shocked that he actually won the election. And because that empowered the extreme right backlash on all minority groups whether they’re not Americans, they’re not white, or they’re not cis, or they’re trans or gay, I think there was a pushback.

As far as the actual rights . . . it’s inevitable. I mean, they can cry all they want to, the extreme right, about trans rights, gay rights, or immigrants or anything, but the deed is done. It’s going to keep pushing on, pushing forth. If you look at the whole of history, history always moves toward the left, progressively, and always continues to evolve and we’re here. We’re not going anywhere.

And the whole idea that trans people have just recently popped up is a bunch of garbage also. I was from the Renee Richards generation in the seventies. Before me it was Christine Jorgensen generation of trans people.

And I think that’s the biggest thing I can say to anyone who is trans or even questioning or even in the middle of gender or genderqueer people or anything is that, you know, just be yourself and just keep on pushing.

Getting back to the red state/blue state divide, I remember reading an essay by Samantha Allen, a columnist for The Daily Beast. And she was writing about how in these seemingly conservative areas you find these communities, these LGBT communities. Do you agree with that?

CC: Oh, absolutely. All you have to do is look at someone like Caitlin Jenner, who comes out late in and is assertively right wing. It seems from even an outside point of view it’s counterproductive to her own benefit and well-being. And even now, as she finally comes out and admits that Trump has set back the trans community—in her opinion, not mine—twenty-plus years, she still is an adamant supporter of this right-wing GOP agenda. So I think the thing to keep in mind here with that too is that you can be LGBT and still be across the political spectrum. And I think that’s what frightens red people the most, is that someone who is hardcore Republican and gay.

MH: People can emerge in places you don’t necessarily expect because of how different the development’s been there. So, I mean, there’s lots of statistics about what parts of the country queer women congregate, what parts of the country queer men congregate. And because of the gender pay gap, based on gender and race and all these intersections about pay gaps, because of how those happen, you actually see a disproportionate number of queer women living in Southern areas and rural areas. People congregate in places that maybe intellectually one wouldn’t think would happen.

And you guys still have a sense of fun with your music. I’m reminded of your video for “Don’t Stop the Bus.”

MH (points at TQ and CC): Those two made the whole thing! The whole thing they made by hand! (Chiles laughs) I feel like, what was it, two months? Every free moment you had, you were making that damn video! It’s incredible.

(to TQ and CC) So you guys are the Keanu Reeves fans in the group?

CC: I think all of us are.

MH: We’re all Keanu Reeves fans, but they’re the ones who took it to the next level and made an intricate video about it.

TQ: That was just one day of rehearsal. I can’t remember how that came about, but we started talking about it, and they’re like, “We should write a song.” It came together in about 30 minutes and it was hilarious.

CC: We wanted to make a couple of videos. We had no money, so we scraped together every favor from every friend we could find. It was just, you know, “What do we have?” Well, I have an art background, so I can make these puppets I used to make as a kid. Our manager at the time, he was excited about it, so we just kind of went with it, but we had no idea if it was just going to look ridiculous or we were gonna pull it off. I think we pulled it off pretty well, for what it was.

MH: And you all had a lot of fun making it.

CC: It was a lot of work, but it was a lot of fun in the end.

Below: The band performs “American Dad,” which hails from 2016 but, in light of the Bill Cosby news this week, is more relevant than ever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

YOUR BIG EARS ARE QUITE BECOMING: Big Ears Festival 2018

Once again Prof. Rosen makes his pilgrimage to Knoxville. Check out his 2014 report, as well as 2015, not to mention 2016 and 2017. We sense a trend here. Warning: musical hallucinations ahead. (Pictured above: Steve Gunn)

BY STEVEN ROSEN

One of my favorite events at the annual Big Ears Festival in Knoxville, Tenn. — and I’ve now gone to five of the six — is the Kick Off Event. I’ve come to enjoy the way that festival head Ashley Capps and Mayor Madeline Rogero always work a Captain Beefheart reference into their opening remarks. Capps, whose AC Entertainment founded Tennessee’s famous Bonnaroo festival, once operated a Knoxville venue called Ella Guru’s, named after a track on Beefheart’s Trout Mask Replica album. Rogero was a frequent patron.

Rogero didn’t disappoint when welcoming attendees to Big Ears 2018, held March 22-25. After first noting she had been given a note in big capitol letters that said “DO NOT CONGRATULATE” Capps, she said she would do it anyway — a jokey reference to some idiot thing, one of too many to remember clearly for more than a day or two, that President Trump had done that week. And then she congratulated “our Spotlight Kid, Ashley Capps,” working in the title of Beefheart’s sixth album, a 1972 release.

In last year’s Big Ears coverage, I mentioned how I thought Capps, for all his love of the rock radicalism embodied by the late Beefheart’s work, now seemed more attuned to the more carefully expressed intellectual experimentalism of an American New Music composer like Frederic Rzewski, who at age 78 appeared at Big Ears 2017 to perform on piano his 1975 “The People United Will Never Be Defeated!,” a political composition based on a Chilean folk song. Capps wrote to correct me: He was attuned to both equally — he had wide tastes. “Big ears,” so to speak.

Fair enough. But after attending much of this year’s festival’s four days, I might list some additional musical interests for Capps — the free jazz movement of the 1960s and 1970s, and also Appalachian folk music.

The latter was not a retreat into traditionalism or regionalism, certainly not when it was best embodied by the duo of Anna & Elizabeth, who were celebrating the pending release of their first “major label” record, The Invisible Comes to Us on Smithsonian Folkways Records. If that doesn’t seem like a major contemporary label to you, but rather a historical throwback, you’re not on the same wavelength as Anna Roberts-Gevalt. “That’s the nerdy-est, best-est label to be on if you’re like us, if you like the old weird stuff,” she told a hushed, enraptured audience of several hundred on Friday afternoon at the beautiful St. John’s Cathedral, one of Big Ears’ many venues.

She and Elizabeth LaPrelle search for and revive older, forgotten Appalachian ballads, often ones by women. And at the concert, they sang such songs as Margaret Shipman’s “Here in the Vineyard” and Victoria Morris’ “John of Hazelgreen” with soulful purity. But there’s also an element of the art project, of experimentalism, in their work that is groundbreaking. Besides the stringed instruments they both play, LaPrelle also uses a self-made “crankie” to project mysterious silhouetted images and sometimes woodcuts, as visual accompaniment. She also uses a small, harmonium-like shruti box to inject a drone into their sound.

They ended their show in an unexpected way, walking down a church aisle to be among the audience and start singing a simple but darkly evocative refrain: “I don’t want to die in the storm/Let the wind blow east/Let the wind blow west/Lord, I don’t want to die in the storm.” Asking the crowd to join in, people unselfconsciously responded — transporting themselves, in the process, into the minds and fears of someone in the past, perhaps isolated in an Appalachian winter, struggling to survive another day. It was a theatrical yet completely, unpretentiously natural ending, and marked Anna & Elizabeth as artists to watch.

As for the more traditional Appalachian music events that Big Ears programmed, such as the Square Dance and Fiddler’s Convention presentations at Knoxville’s outdoor Market Square, I didn’t hear much discussion of them. It’s possible the chilly, rainy weather cut down on participation, but it’s more possible that Big Ears attendees go there for something else. With such a full slate of avant-garde artists, especially those with roots in Free Jazz, who has time to square dance?


There were the jazz elders, the giants of progressivism, and all of them gave terrific performances. The 76-year-old drummer/percussionist Milford Graves, sometimes holding his sticks in such an off-handed, almost-sideways manner that one had to wonder if he would be able to strike a direct hit on his instrument. (He could.) He played with energy, precision, propulsion and — rare for drummers — melodicism during his Saturday afternoon show at the filled-to-capacity Bijou Theatre. He got so worked up he sometimes seemed to be talking to his instruments. He was matched by pianist Jason Moran, who was pushed by his older partner to play with the kind of commanding, demanding, exciting sense of purpose that recalled (the now late) Cecil Taylor. The work seemed improvised, with the two responding to each other and enjoying what they were creating.

Graves was followed at the Bijou by Roscoe Mitchell, one of the Art Ensemble of Chicago’s founders, currently enjoying the success of one of his best-received albums, Bells for the South Side. With a large ensemble (playing as a set of trios), he worked through music that had a quietly alluringly dissonant artfulness (a spacey, fusion-y fluttering reminiscent of Miles Davis’ 1970s-work, only without the rock overtones). He played soprano, sopranino, alto and bass saxophones, sometimes letting James Fei also join in with his own dynamic sax work. Craig Taborn’s keyboard work was blistering, and the young Tyshawn Sorey contributed blurringly fast drum work and some piano. The concert, like the album, built to a version of Art Ensemble’s cathartic “Odwala” that was turned to 11, as Spinal Tap’s Nigel might say. You could see audience members in total thrall, unable to sit still as if they wanted to testify to a higher power. (Sorey, by the way, is a recent winner of a MacArthur Foundation “genius” grant, and on early Sunday afternoon played a set with his own trio that had a very classical New Music feel.)

Also notable among the jazz performers was the Brazilian percussionist Cyro Baptista, part John Cage and part Spike Jones, who with his Banquet of the Spirits group could get engaging sounds from any object that came near him. You watched him and his group and wondered, “Is he playing that through his nose?” or “Is that a swimming-pool noodle he’s waving around?” His musical interests are omnivorous, and it’s as much a pleasure to hear what he plays as to watch how he makes his sounds and beats.

Evan Parker, the prolific, 74-year-old British saxophonist who has recorded with Anthony Braxton, Peter Brotzmann, Steve Lacey and Roscoe Mitchell, was indefatigable during a Friday solo show at St. John’s Cathedral. (Free Jazz is such a good use for a historic church.) And, in one of Big Ears’ loveliest surprises, the 78-year-old Jon Gibson and a young band performed his 1973 masterpiece Visitations in its entirety at the same church on Friday night. It was originally released on Philip Glass’ label because Gibson, a flutist and saxophonist, was a member of Glass’ ensemble. It reminded me of Paul Horn’s Inside in its pristine, isolated and meditative respect for sonic clarity, but also had such modern touches as synthesizer and accompanying video imagery.

While I wasn’t able to see the full late-Friday night set by The Thing, a squealing, rocketing Scandinavian trio that plays Free Jazz as if it was scronky rock ‘n’ roll (Albert Ayler meets MC5), what I did catch was enough for me to want them for my next dance party. Saxophonist Mats Gustafsson has a friendly, celebratory relationship with the audience that reminds me of Jon Langford — he’s a guy who so obviously gets off on what he’s doing that he spreads joy all around him.

I also saw some uneasily categorized acts. A couple were disappointing: Norwegian singer Jenny Hval’s vocals got lost amid the conceptual theatrics of her Friday presentation at the Bijou; neither the singing nor the playing sounded very good at the highly anticipated Alice Coltrane Turiyasangitananda: The Ashram Experience concert on Saturday at St. John’s Cathedral.

But others really stood out: Pedal steel guitarist Susan Alcorn clearly can play anything (she accompanied Anna & Elizabeth at their concert), and her solo show at The Standard on Thursday night was a tour de force. She confidently played compositions by Astor Piazzollo, French composer Olivier Messiaen (the solemn and sacred “And I await the resurrection of the dead”) and her own beautiful work-in-progress that she had yet to name. Alcorn, herself, with her smile and poetically anecdotal introductions to her music, communicated a kind of beatitude. Her pedal steel was her church organ.

Jenny Scheinman (above) plays both violin and fiddle, by which I mean she plays contemporary jazz with Bill Frisell, Nels Cline and others, and she makes Americana albums, writing reasonably conventionally structured songs that she sings while accompanying herself in the folk tradition.

She had a perfect project for her latter persona with Kannapolis: A Moving Portrait, which she presented at the Bijou on Saturday afternoon and for which she was accompanied by Robbie Fulks on guitar and banjo and Robbie Gjersoe on guitars. This is a revelatory project: Duke University commissioned her to create accompanying live music for short silent films that H. Lee Waters shot from 1936-1942 in Kannapolis, North Carolina and nearby towns. The footage is a valuable document of everyday life — for the town’s blacks and whites, men and women, adults and children — during some tough years. That’s valuable enough, but Waters also experimented with film technique, giving the end result an avant-garde dimension.

Lyrically, Scheinman’s accompanying songs dwelled on the subject of anti-nostalgia; they sometimes seemed to be commenting on our act of watching rather than on what we saw. I’m not sure the film needed that extra conceptual layer, but her melodies were striking. Fulks’ solo number, “I’ll Trade You Money for Wine,” from his album Gone Away Backwards, was especially strong.

The Saturday night concert at the historic Tennessee Theater (above), celebrating its 90th year and so spectacular in scale that it’s the state’s official theater, is the marquee time-slot for Big Ears. This year, that slot was occupied by Diamanda Galas, a daring choice.

Dressed in black, with long black hair and the deepest, gravest voice imaginable, she is a Goth for the ages, but she’s also something more. Whereas “Goth” was a music trend of the New Wave 1980s, an atmospherically gloomy attitude that was a form of youthful romanticism, Galas treated it as a worldview of life-and-death urgency. Her severe singing became a requiem for those lost to AIDS, a cry to not forget.

Now, at age 62 and playing the piano solo before a reasonably large crowd in the 1,600-seat theater, she chose and then vocally deconstructed her songs to make sure listeners got the full gravitas of their sadness, fear, loss, despair. Yet the show was not a downer — her artful control, her knack for heightening a song’s inherent tension, is too enthralling. She’s a radical interpreter of pop music. She began with the traditional country song, “Pictures from Life’s Other Side,” popularized by Hank Williams (who recorded it as Luke the Drifter). She followed with B.B. King’s “The Thrill Is Gone,” virtually stripped of the familiar melody in order to emphasize the stark desperation inherent in the title. She later did Johnny Paycheck’s “Pardon Me, I’ve Got Someone to Kill,” perfect for her oeuvre.

But the highlight was a long, moaning and hypnotic version of Ralph Stanley’s “O Death,” drawn out like Patty Waters’ jazz vocals of the 1960s. To paraphrase one of Joni Mitchell’s most famous lines, Galas stokes the grief-making machinery of the popular song. She’s a national treasure, speaking truth to that popularity.

My Saturday night ended late — at the Bijou, the Rova saxophone quartet, along with a small orchestra of additional players including percussionist Baptiste, guitarist Cline, rockin’ synthesizer/electronics player Yuka Honda and more, began their “electric” version of John Coltrane’s 1966 cosmic Free Jazz classic Ascension at midnight and didn’t end until close to 1:30 a.m. It was a “reimaging” of the work — players were free to riff on the work in-between the beginning and end. The most remarkable thing about this, aside from the pure space-is-the-place otherworldliness of the untethered work, was the way you could hear every player, despite the volume. The mix was perfect.

After it was over, I walked back to my hotel and found a well-dressed older man in the lobby, clutching two fluff dogs — one in each arm — to his chest. I thought I was hallucinating, after that Rova’s set. I still think I might have been.

 

Photos courtesy of Cora Edwards, Eli Johnson, LK Feliu, Andy Vinson. (Individual credits can be viewed in the photo titles.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THROWING HORNS: Blurt’s Metal Roundup Pt. 666.12

Hard rock! Stoner metal! Crustcore! Psychedelia! Grunge! Thrash! Skronk! Black metal! Trash punk! Bad boy boogie! (huh?) Smell the glove and make the sign of the umlaut, kids, it’s the 12th installment in our latest genre study, with Corrosion of Conformity (pictured above, from their Facebook page), Visigoth, Azonic, The Melvins, Windhand, Tribulation, Watain, Atlas Moth, and more. Go here to read the first episode, Pt. 666.1, here for Pt. 666.2, here for Pt. 666.3, here for Pt. 666.4, here for Pt. 666.5here for 666.6, here for 666.7 , here for 666.8, here for 666.9 , here for 666.10 and here for 666.11 – if you dare. Incidentally, following the album and band blurbs are links to audio and video, so check ’em out.

BY METAL MIKE TOLAND

Whether taking underground metal by storm with its madly creative sophomore album The Formulas of Death or reinvigorating death ‘n’ roll with the brutal but catchy The Children of the Night, Tribulation has made a lot of waves for a death metal band. After two major recorded statements in a row, the Swedish quartet already has a hell of a legacy to live up to on Down Below (Century Media), album 4. Demonstrating the band’s commitment to songcraft, “Nightbound” and “The Lament” set the scene with melodic metal as indebted to early 80s NWoBHM acts like Angel Witch as Luciferian death metal pioneers like Entombed. With atmospheric interludes and an emphasis on keyboards, Tribulation’s prog leanings reassert themselves boldly on “Lacrimosa” and “Here Be Dragons,” the latter an epic sure to be a concert staple in years to come. Bassist Johannes Andersson maintains the most articulate necrotic growl this side of Opeth’s Mikael Akerfeldt, while guitarists Adam Zaars and Jonathan Hultén burst with riffs and textures that demonstrate a wider awareness of rock than merely headbanger’s delights. There’s a serious goth rock jones working its way through the quartet’s system here, especially in the lyrics, which might be a turn-off to anyone outside the realm of black eyeliner and brooding. (It explains the band’s penchant for covering the Cure, though.) Plus the quartet’s relentless forward motion on past LPs makes the record feel a bit like spinning wheels, without the leap forward (or sideward) one might expect. Still, there’s nothing wrong with Tribulation consolidating its strengths, and Down Below is sure to end up on lots of top ten lists at years’ end.

Tribulation’s countryfreaks in Watain also garnered a lot of attention from outside the metal world with its previous album, 2013’s expansive, highly crafted The Wild Hunt. Now that eyes not covered in corpsepaint are upon them, the quintet responds with Trident Wolf Eclipse (Century Media), an album of raw black metal that recalls the savagery of early efforts like Lawless Darkness. As beastly as “Furor Diabolicus” and “Sacred Damnation” sound, however, they’re not crude replicas of old school slash ‘n’ thrash. Leader Erik Danielsson and his latest coven evolved into more sophisticated songwriters over the years, and haven’t abandoned their compositional dexterity in pursuit of Trve Cvlt Metal – they’ve just turbocharged it with the carnivorous mania and demonic horsepower of the original wave of Nordic devil-chasers. Old school Watain fans may see this as a step backward (or a return to roots, depending on perspective), but fans only recently along for the ride may be pleasantly surprised.

Five long years have passed since Austin/Dallas deathgrinders Mammoth Grinder have laid down the hurting on poor innocent ears. Maybe that explains why the band’s fourth LP Cosmic Crypt (Relapse) sounds like a rage-soaked dragon escaping its cave for the first time in millennia. Leader Chris Ulsh (who also drums the hell out of Power Trip) leads bassist Mark Bronzino (who also guitars in Iron Reagan) and drummer Ryan Parrish (also of Darkest Hour) through a maelstrom of hellfire riffs, boulder-shattering rhythms and craggy roars that would grind any unsuspecting miscreant to fine dust. Picking a favorite is like deciding which body blow was the most effective at snapping your spine, but “Locusts Nest,” “Molotov” and the perfectly titled “Blazing Burst” will separate the old farts from the young ‘ns pretty quickly.

A couple of years ago, Hooded Menace unleashed a lumbering hellbeast of a record called Darkness Drips Forth, alerting the wider world to its eldritch presence. Now the fiendish Finnish foursome follows up with the mouthful that is Ossuarium Silhouettes Unhallowed (Season of Mist), its fifth album. As with its breakthrough, the band fills the grooves with crushing doom/death. What might normally be soaring melodies slow down to a crawl, as if being dragged under the earth’s crust by mole people. Drums pound nails into foreheads with deliberate sloth, while some sort of feral beast slowed down to half-speed roars about “Sempiternal Grotesqueries” and a “Cathedral of Labyrinthine Darkness.” Despite the hallucinatory fog, however, actual melodies do emerge, seething in your ear like an evil fairy that flits away when you turn your head. Savage yet graceful, Ossuarium Silhouettes Unhallowed makes no concessions to affability but still evolves into a more attractive monster.

The Atlas Moth has evolved into one of metal’s most interesting bands, and that’s not meant as a backhanded compliment. The Chicago quintet is one of the most wideranging and versatile in extreme metal, defying stereotypes by treating death metal, black metal, prog metal, doom, psychedelic hard rock and hardcore as the facets of the same gem. Coma Noir (Prosthetic), the band’s fourth album and first in four years, leans more towards the extreme side of its personality, with leader Stavros Giannopoulos turning in some lungbusting screams against a thick wall of distortion. But, as usual, atmospheric synths, shifting dynamics, clean vocals and a penchant for anthemic melodies add varying light and shade to the Moth’s madness. “The Streets of Bombay” roars like a hurricane when it doesn’t flow like lava; “Galactic Brain” shoots off into space before crashing into the nearest comet. “Smiling Knife” starts with proggy hammer-ons before loping like a buffalo across the plains, while “Chloroform” begins with a NWoBHM requiem prior to breaking the spell with raging crunge. “Actual Human Blood” brings roiling thrash into the equation without sounding at all like it’s trying to bring back the eighties. “Furious Gold” puts Giannopoulos’ sanity-shredding shriek right up against guitarist David Kush’s melodic rasp, the vocalists battling it out over tuneful pound that’s still heavy as a dead dinosaur. Stem to stern, Coma Noir is both the Moth’s most forbidding and its most accessible LP so far.

A far more straightforward prog/extreme proposition, Howling Sycamore makes an impact on its self-titled debut (Prosthetic). Musical mastermind Davide Tiso (guitarist for weirdo metal icon Ephel Duath) recruited drummer Hannes Grossman (Necrophagist, Obscura), guitarist Kevin Hufnagel (Dysrhythmia, Gorguts) and saxophonist Bruce Lamont (Yakuza, Corrections House, Led Zeppelin 2) to lay down a storm of complex, knotty noise that takes inspiration for the complicated end of death metal as much as it does from the 70s. The biggest surprise is the addition of singer Jason McMaster (Dangerous Toys, Broken Teeth), wailing into the cosmos like he hasn’t done since he fronted prog/tech metal pioneer WatchTower back in the Reagan years. Brutal yet light on their feet, “Ostinate Pace” and “Midway” crush buildings like Godzilla during a surprisingly graceful dance number, while “Chant of Stillness” enters ballad territory without sacrificing the band’s thrust. Quite impressive.

The strain of classic metal purveyed by Visigoth, all swords, dragons and manly men doing manly things whilst wrapped in loincloths, sounds almost quaint, even goofy today. Yet it works when performed with enough conviction, and the Salt Lake City quintet has that in spades on its second album Conqueror’s Oath (Metal Blade). Guitarists Jamison Palmer and Leeland Campana unleash riffs that focus on catchiness more than complexity, while rhythm section Mikey T. and Matt Brotherton rampage like an army of giants. But the heart of the band is singer Jake Rogers, whose magnificent pipes and complete lack of irony will have you reaching for your battleaxe. From the fist-raising anthems “Warrior Queen” and “Steel and Silver” to the speed-demon rumble of “Blades in the Night” and “Outlive Them All” and the rolling good times of “Salt City,” Visigoth flails the heck out of every note with the skill of experts and the zeal of true believers.

The mighty Corrosion of Conformity rumbles on after three decades-plus, and the Raleigh, NC quartet’s tenth album No Cross No Crown (Nuclear Blast) shows no signs of slowdown. Unsurprising given the return of singer/guitarist Pepper Keenan, NCNC revisits the band’s patented Southern rock/doom metal hybrid, last heard on 2005 In the Arms of God, with a vengeance. Sounding fired up after so much time off (well, sort of – he’d been playing, but not singing, in Down), Keenan turns in a ferocious set of performances, singrowling like it’s his last session on Earth. Guitarist Woody Weatherman, bassist Mike Dean and drummer Reed Mullin respond with backdrops oozing with riffs and rhythms that bespeak as much familiarity with Iron Maiden as Lynyrd Skynyrd and Black Sabbath. There’s something refreshingly meat-and-potatoes about “Cast the First Stone,” “Wolf Named Crow” and “Forgive Me” – they’re unapologetically hard rockin’, no frills required.

Even more full of battery acid and bitter coffee than before, Wrong returns with Feel Great (Relapse), the follow-up to its splendid debut. Bass and drums dance a hardcore-inflected four-step on your tailbone while a pair of guitars grind staccato grunge riffs and hack-and-slash noise rock solos against each other like two exes’ prelude to a hate fuck. Vocalist Eric Hernandez seethes and mutters, as if he’s trying to fit in with the rest of the idiots but might have been released from the institution a bit too soon. From the blasted sludge of “Upgrade” and the crossover whipcrack of “Crawl Instead” to the stunted anthemry of “Come Apart/Medn” and the jackhammer kung fu of “Pustule,” Wrong revels in tension and release, inviting as much lighter-waving commiseration as wild-eyed slamdancing. Wrong will rule the world someday – we’re sure of it.

We’ve covered Windhand and Satan’s Satyrs in these pages before, but given the former’s atmospheric, leisurely paced doom and the latter’s irreverent garage metal, we’d have never guessed that the bands would share a self-titled split (Relapse). Sure enough, though, here we are. The thing both groups have in common is a (n un)healthy interest in the creepy horror flick aesthetic of the 60s and 70s underground. So the contrast between the acid witch heaviosity of Windhand’s “Old Evil” and “Three Sisters” isn’t as far off from the Satyrs’ freak rawkin’ “Succubus” and “Alucard AD 2018” (plus a cheeky take on Jimmy Reed’s “Ain’t That Lovin’ You Baby”) as you might think. Does this mean a joint tour isn’t far behind?

Sometimes metal is at its best after it’s dropped a whole lotta blotters. Octopus, a dynamic quintet out of Detroit, gets that on its debut Supernatural Alliance (Rise Above). Led by powerhouse vocalist Masha Marjieh and guitarist J Frezzatto (ex-Electric Six!) and including ex-Big Chief bassist Matt O’Brien, the band soaks hard riffs and otherworldly atmospheres in wah-wah guitars, out-of-phase tones, grimy organ and a general sense of the children having pillaged the psychedelic pantry a few times before hitting the studio. Heavier than your average 70s-worshipping gang of stoners, but more colorful than unrefined metallic sludge, “Strike,” “The Center” and “Sword and the Stone” will rattle your lobes and juice your ‘nads.

Psychedelic Witchcraft count themselves as fellow travelers on Sound of the Wind (Listenable), the Florence, Italy band’s third record. Vocalist Virginia Monti and her crew of occultists can wax drifty and mysterious (cf. the title track), but kick out the jams quite nicely on “Wild We Go,” “Rising On the Edge” and “Lords of the War.”

Swedish ensemble JIRM (formerly trading under the ridiculous moniker Jeremy Irons and the Ratgang Malibus) also mixes psych into its metal on third LP Surge ex Monumentis (Small Stone). Singer/guitarist Karl Apelmo wails with absolute abandon, and the rest of the quartet supports his zeal with a mountain of speaker-vibrating accompaniment. “The Cultist” boogies like a child of the grave after an acid-spiked alt.rock cocktail, while “Dig” and “Tombs Arise” reach to the heavens with wings the size of Rodan’s. “The Nature of the Damned” expertly balances lush textures with amp-frying volume, pushing Apelmo to even greater dramatic heights. Without losing the lysergic elements, JIRM cranks up the overall heaviness to an epic sweep here, like Tool gone NWoBHM. A magnificent achievement.

Fourteen long years have passed since we last heard from Zeke. But Seattle’s greatest punk metal wackos have lost none of their spit, fire or rage in their time off. Hellbender (Relapse) takes no prisoners, roaring through its fifteen songs in twenty minutes, somehow avoiding blurriness and leaving every riff and tune intact. Axeslinger Kyle Whitewood spurts out solos that would give Kerry King fits, while longtime lead throat Blind Marky Felchtone still sounds like he gargles battery acid before every vocal session. “Working Man,” “Two Lane Blacktop” and “Devil’s Night” would snap the neck of the most dedicated headbanger, but said hesher would be grinning wildly all the way to the hospital. Though nowhere near as savage, fellow travelers Against the Grain smash plenty of bricks on its way to having Cheated Death (Ripple Music). The Detroit quartet’s fourth record continues to mash Motörhead and Thin Lizzy into its hometown hardcore and power rock, with a little Kiss thrown in for good measure. Waxing blazing (“Going Down Fast,” “No Sleep”) and soulful (“Devils and Angels,” “Smoke”) by turns, AtG waves lighters only to throw them in your face.

The never-resting Melvins waste no time in following up last year’s A Walk With Love & Death with Pinkus Abortion Technician (Ipecac), another LP throwing a spotlight on the four-stringers in their midst. This time (as opposed to 2016’s Basses Loaded) the honor roll is cut down to two: regular bottom feeder Steven McDonald and special guest Jeff Pinkus, leader of Honky, erstwhile member of the Butthole Surfers (whose Locust Abortion Technician gets tributed by the title) and frequent Melvs collaborator/fill-in bassist. The disk opens with “Stop Moving to Florida,” a mashup of the James Gang’s “Stop” and the Buttholes’ “Moving to Florida” that’s one of the flat-out boogieist things the long-running band has ever put to tape/wax/bytes. But that’s just the tip of the mudberg, with the Melvs/Surfers amalgam delving into acoustic-to-electric doom folk (“Flamboyant Duck”), blink-and-you’ll miss it thrash punk (“Embrace the Rub”), oatmeal cinnamon psychedelia (“Don’t Forget to Breathe”), a loving Beatles desecration (“I Want to Hold Your Hand”) and, of course, the band’s usual grunge ‘n’ roll (“Prenup Butter,” “Break Bread”). The record ends, appropriately, with a grinding bash through the Surfers’ sludge metal tribute/pisstake “Graveyard.” Maybe it’s just us, but the Melvins seem to be on a years-long hot streak, and Pinkus Abortion Technician doesn’t break it.

When Kyle Shutt of the Sword put together his Doom Side of the Moon project (which, for those who missed it, is exactly what it sounds like: an acid metal version of Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon), he managed one show before turning his attention back to his main band. One album from the 70s can’t fill up a whole show, so of course his band played a few non-Dark Side tunes as an encore. The self-explanatory Encore (self-released) grunges through “Have a Cigar,” “Pigs (Three Different Ones)” and “Wish You Were Here” with the same mixture of reverence and glee that marked the LP. “Pigs” is an especially inspired choice, given how many classic radio warhorses Shutt could’ve chosen instead, and the rocked-up take on “Wish” blows the dust off and neutralizes the mold.

Though busy with his long-running power trio Blind Idiot God, prepping both new music and a comprehensive reissue program, guitarist Andy Hawkins still found the time to record Prospect of the Deep Volume One (Indivisible), his second album under the name Azonic. Recorded in a day with BIG’s Tim Wyskida on percussion, Hawkins reaches deep (pun intended) into the unconscious for a series of atmospheric improvisations, sculpting tortured riffs and waves of feedback on the fly. Between the sheet metal shreen of Hawkins’ axes and the rumble of Wyskida’s timpani, the pieces explore doom from a different angle than BIG’s usual blood and thunder, showing a different side of Hawkins’ muse and to the concept of heavy rock in general.

Speaking of wordless heaviosity, multi-instrumentalist Dana Schechter returns with her project Insect Ark for second LP Marrow Hymns (Profound Lore), joined by drummer/electronicist Ashley Spungin. Despite the duo’s residences in Portland and Brooklyn, the songs have a decidedly Southwestern feel, as if they were conceived during a long twilight drive through the New Mexico desert. Schechter’s distorted lap steel swoops and howls over rhythms that shift like sand in the wind, imbuing “Sea Harps” and “In the Next” with the ghostly feel of spirits conjured up during a peyote ritual. It’s not a million miles away from fellow soundscapers Earth, though less pastoral and more haunted. Paris’ WuW luxuriate in a similar but more sinister vibe on Rien Ne Nous Sera Épargné (Prosthetic), the duo’s debut album. Multi-instrumentalist brothers Benjamin and Guillame Colin artfully blend acid-tinged doom atmosphere with post rock’s melodic dynamics for a warm blanket of scalding lava that moodily, dreamily rocks.

A Bizarro World spin-off of Finnish improv psych metalheads Circle, the delightfully-named Pharaoh Overlord has a shtick on Zero (Hydra Head). Over motorik-driven, synth-laced heavy psych, a troll (and by troll we mean the big, craggy people-eaters of fantasy literature, not internet assholes) babbles about…something…in a voice so guttural it sounds like a pile of broken rocks grew a larynx. It’s an odd contrast, to say the least, and given song titles like “I Drove All Night by My Solar Stomp” and “Lalibela Cannot Spell Zero,” clearly one intended to bring on eye-rolling smiles. Unfortunately, by the time the album ends, it starts to feel like the troll and the guys furiously acid rocking out behind him are working at cross purposes, sending Pharaoh Overlord to the novelty bin after a couple of spins. Too bad, but there’s always Circle, after all.

The mighty Monster Magnet marches to the beat of its own tom-toms in the heavy rock world, so much so that leader Dave Wyndorf would object to his band’s appearance in a metal column. But that’s what makes this veteran New Jersey act a steady hand on the wheel of roiling rawk riffpound – consistency of vision and will to execute. Which brings us to Mindfucker (Napalm), the twelfth LP in a three-decade odyssey to bring the world back from the brink of non-rock. Easing up on the psychedelicism that’s usually a major part of the music’s DNA, Wyndorf and friends strip down to a Detroit-styled hard rock rampage, getting down and dirty for as much of a goodtime rawk album as is possible in today’s divided social landscape. Being the relatively optimistic dude he is, Wyndorf tries to keep the hedonistic flames burning, but he’s well aware that the water hose could fire off at any moment, which lends some tracks a sense of desperate mania born of fear-fueled adrenalin. Using power chord debauchery to fight back against impending doom is a time-tested way to rock the fuck out, and the Magnet blazes brightly in that vein via “When the Hammer Comes Down,” a wild-eyed cover of Robert Calvert’s “Ejection” and the appropriately-branded “Soul.” Click on the title track first – it sets the tone and lays out the strategy with one of the finest cuts in the band’s long career.

Audio and video samples:

Against the Grain – Cheated Death Bandcamp:

https://ripplemusic.bandcamp.com/album/cheated-death

 

The Atlas Moth – Coma Noir Bandcamp:

https://theatlasmoth.bandcamp.com/

 

Azonic – Prospect of the Deep Volume One Bandcamp:

https://azonicsonic.bandcamp.com/album/prospect-of-the-deep-volume-one

 

Corrosion of Conformity – “Cast the First Stone”:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljxyItzRZm4

 

Doom Side of the Moon – “Have a Cigar”:

https://youtu.be/UnD-tuu21rw

 

Hooded Menace – Ossuarium Silhouettes Unhallowed Bandcamp:

https://hoodedmenace.bandcamp.com/album/ossuarium-silhouettes-unhallowed

 

Howling Sycamore – s/t Bandcamp:

https://howlingsycamore.bandcamp.com/

 

Insect Ark – Marrow Hymns Bandcamp:

https://insectark.bandcamp.com/album/marrow-hymns

 

JIRM – Surge ex Monumentis Bandcamp:

https://smallstone.bandcamp.com/album/surge-ex-monumentis

 

Mammoth Grinder – Cosmic Crypt Bandcamp:

https://mammothgrinder.bandcamp.com/album/cosmic-crypt

 

Melvins – Pinkus Abortion Technician Bandcamp:

https://melvinsofficial.bandcamp.com/album/pinkus-abortion-technician

 

Monster Magnet – “Mindfucker”:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tsvvS142wWg

 

Octopus – “Supernatural Alliance”:

https://listenable-records.bandcamp.com/album/sound-of-the-wind

 

Pharaoh Overlord – “Maailmanlopan ateriana”:

https://soundcloud.com/ektrorecords/pharaoh-overlord-maailmanlopun-ateriana

 

Psychedelic Witchcraft – Sound of the Wind Bandcamp:

https://listenable-records.bandcamp.com/album/sound-of-the-wind

 

Tribulation – “The Lament”:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvJQGOFltSk

 

Visigoth – “Warrior Queen”:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=raBpZfbSX10

 

Watain – “Sacred Damnation”:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sSLWQXwyn-k

 

Windhand/Satan’s Satyrs split Bandcamp:

https://windhand.bandcamp.com/album/split-with-satans-satyrs

 

Wrong – Feel Great Bandcamp:

https://wrongriff.bandcamp.com/album/feel-great

 

WuW – Rien Ne Nous Sera Épargné Bandcamp:

https://wuwmusic.bandcamp.com/releases

 

Zeke – Hellbender Bandcamp:

https://zekeband.bandcamp.com/album/hellbender

 

 

 

 

SXSW 2018: The Blurt Photo Gallery

Our gal on the ground survived yet another week of Austin madness and even got a few pics in the process. Pictured above: Nikki Lane during her SXSW showcase.

By Sadie Claire

MARCH 9

A Quiet Place Movie Premiere: Emily Blunt & John Krasinski

American Animals Movie Premiere: Blake Jenner / Bart Layton

MARCH 10

Filmmaker Darren Aronofsky

MARCH 11

Balloons cast: director Dave Franco plus Abbi Jacobsen

MARCH 12

This Is Us cast: Mandy Moore, Milo Ventimiglia, Justin Hartley

MARCH 13

Actor/Director Ethan Hawke

MARCH 14

Hearts Beat Loud premiere: Brett Haley, Nick Offerman

Preservation Hall Jazz Band at the Mohawk

MARCH 15

Paradox movie premiere: Daryl Hannah & Neil Young

Chico Chico at the Elephant Room

MARCH 16

Joshua Burnside at BD Rileys

Keith Urban

Lo Moon at Radio Day Stage

Neuman at Sounds From Spain

Common Deer at Swan Dive

Shane Cooley & the Midnight Girls at Rachael Ray’s Feedback House

Blaze Movie premiere and concert at Paramount Theater: (top to bottom) Ethan Hawke, Ben Dickey, Gurf Morlix, Joe Ely, Alynda Segarra, JT Van Zandt, Nikki Lane

MARCH 17

Mint Field at Antones

Francobollo at British Music Embassy – Latitude 30

Otzeki at British Music Embassy – Latitude 30

Jaimee Harris at the Driskill Hotel Victorian Room

Jourdan Thibodeaux et Les Ros Et Ailleurs at Antones

Curley Taylor and Zydeco Trouble at Antones

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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