Attending my first gig in ages inspired me to blow the dust off the blog-machine…
Venue: Corner Hotel, Richmond, Victoria, Australia
Date: Friday, 27 July, 2012
Who?: Seattle rockgods proving that age shall not tame.
Crowd?: The place was full of blokes of my vintage or older (i.e. into their 5th decade). I think I may have spied one or two of the XX chromosomed gender, but it was mainly dudes relieving the joys of grunge. This made for a chatter-lite night (as did the volume levels). There was a fair preponderance of what I have tagged “nano moshing” – namely a barely discernible bounce on the heels and slight nodding of the head while not spilling any beer and definitely not bumping any of the other portly gentlemen in the vicinity. My sight lines were wonderfully devoid of raised “smart” phones. We’re clearly old enough to remember actually watching a gig and recording it in our actual memory.
Best Bits: Mark Arm’s indestructible voice, that fantastic bass sound (from the Aussie no less) and the interplay with the lead guitar. The memories of just how good grungy rock can be. “Touch me I’m sick”
Could be Better: I could be younger. I could remember to bring earplugs
Dream Venue: The Punters Club, The Old Greek Theatre, The Evelyn before the refurb of the mid-90s
Dream Lineup: Taking a ‘stages of life’ view, perhaps The Stooges, The Datsuns and whatever young band is now rocking out in this fashion but whom I haven’t being paying enough attention to notice (they just don’t play them much on talk radio!)
Worth a Second Look?: Hell yeah. Once my ears recover (and my liver). The band may now look like a quartet of dads from a Northcote primary school working bee, but they know how to construct a pure wall of sound.
Give us a look:
Back in the day
I have particularly fond memories of this Washington DC outfit striding onto the stage one sunny afternoon at the Meredith Music Festival.
They were unkown to me, and to most in the crowd. Yet, within minutes, I was hooked.
The black-clad quartet beguiled us with a unique mix of punk and funk and bluster. As on this debut release, they were pedalling some patented “gospel yeah yeah sound”.
It’s all about style, about laying down a primitive bass line, some sparse guitars and crooning over it in a falsetto Screaming Jay Hawkins style. We’re urged, call and response style, to drive some mythical revolution through our embrace of all things Make-Up.
This is The Cramps without the rubber and perversion, and one of the rare instances where a gang of white folks playing garage manage to capture the true funk-gospel vibe.
This is a live album, but it still doesn’t quite capture the pure adrenalin rush of seeing them on stage. This video does go a little closer (even if the sound quality is on the poor side):
And here’s a cracking track off the album:
In hindsight, I’m wondering whether the band wore red on stage…
File under: I’m there
I have a surprising amount of this sugar-sweet bubble gum indie-pop stuff in my CD collection.
These are albums full of light, breezy (and brief) tunes with doo-wop backing vocals, hi-energy choruses often from a male-female combo.
So far we’ve seen The Brunettes, Call & Response, as well as their 60s brethren. Some time in the middle of this century we might get to the Canadian masters of this stuff (The Salteens).
This here San Fran combo are slap bang in the middle of this genre, and mine its riches and are burdened with all its negatives.
The most upbeat, infectious tracks (Overcoat, Wonderful and Bub) hit the mark and evoke the silly Saturday afternoon shenanigans you’re looking for:
Elsewhere, the album is too restrained and slight to maintain attention. Songs wander past without you even noticing.
It turns out the lead man from this band went on to found the super successful musically-driven kids show Yo Gabba Gabba, which has a few appearances and contributions from the aforementioned Salteens (among many Indie-music types), including this rather terrifying number:
You can take this genre too far!!
File under: Beware of living life to its fullest
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Very surprisingly I’ve been to two live musical events within a week.
Artist: Dirty York
Venue: Rainbow Hotel, Fitzroy, Victoria, Australia
Date: Friday, 10 February, 2012
Who?: Melbourne’s premier Southern Rock perpetrators.
Crowd?: Typically thick around the waist, follicly challenged (but with considerably facial hair), raucous and appreciative, a complete lack of hipsters.
Best Bits: The riffs, the voice, the energy and good humour, and a clear passion for an underrepresented sound these days (i.e. LZ + BC), and that the band completely fit the bill (i.e. they nailed the skinny hipped, long and languid look).
Could be Better: in a bigger room (so the drummer could really bash out)
Dream Venue: Sunbury 1973
Dream Lineup: Motorhead, Billy Thorpe, Lynard Skynard.
Worth a Second Look?: Absolutely.
Give us a Look:
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Tagged Australian music, Aztecs, Billy Thorpe, Dirty York, Gig reviews, Gigs, Led Zeppelin, Live shows, Lynard Skynard, Melbourne, Motorhead, music, music review, rainbow hotel, The Black Crowes
I have a question for all you music lovers out there: what is your approach to music in a language you don’t understand?
Do you seek out a translation of the lyrics at all? Do you try to imagine what a song might be ‘about’? Or do you just let it wash over you?
This ‘best of’ tunes from South African maestro Mahlasela features songs in a variety of that nation’s languages. Some are in English, such as this one:
Others are impenetrable to me, but it matters little, as Vusi’s voice is truly captivating. He seems to conjure up some universal language of joy and hurt.
He plucks out a rhythm on occasion with his vocals (doing that clicking and breathing thing of his countrymen, but in a less cheesy fashion).
This album purchase followed seeing him live about six years ago, a show that certainly entranced my missus and I. It is still a thrill that this album captures much of the revelatory nature of that show.
On a strange aside, on several songs Mahlasela’s voice evokes Peter Gabriel, yet none of the tunes seemed as contrived or overwrought as Gabriel’s. I wonder if I would think the same thing if I understood the language?
File under: He IS the voice
I’ve decided to spice up the blog a little by also sharing my views on any live musical shows I might encounter. I’ll try and build a complex system that allows comparisons so that my end of year rankings are more reliable!
Artist: Pugsley Buzzard and his Trio
Venue: East Brunswick Club, Brunswick, Victoria, Australia
Date: Sunday, 5 February (afternoon show), 2012
Who?: Some bloke from up Sydney way peddling boogie barrelhouse piano blues. Think Tom Waits meets Dr.John.
Crowd?: It was all about quality (i.e. there weren’t more than 25 people there), and our table of 32-40 year olds lowered the average age very considerably.
Best Bits: The swagger, the voice, the tuba (!), the love and respect for the classic sounds of New Orleans, the Truckstop Honeymoon cover.
Could be Better: One or two less solos (that’s you Mr.Drummer!), better miking on tuba, a little more banter
Dream Venue: Your local bar, a juke-joint (whatever that is), somewhere dark, dingy and bourbon-soaked (but without hipsters or singlet wearers)
Dream Lineup: Probably not Tom Waits. Maybe Chuck E.Weiss, Truckstop Honeymoon, Serena Ryder… and then Sharon Jones to get us all dancing.
Worth a Second Look?: For sure. He’s playing a residency around the corner (Grumpy’s Green) Wednesdays in March. I’ll get down to one or two nights.
Give us a look:
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Tagged Australian music, Chuck E.Weiss, East Brunswick Club, Gig reviews, Gigs, Live shows, Melbourne, music, music review, Pugsley Buzzard, Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings, Tom Waits, Truckstop Honeymoon
The decision of Henry Saint Clair Fredericks to adopt a stage name was understandable.
But perhaps instead of the subcontinent’s most famous mausoleum, he could have chosen “Sidney Opera House” (and passed himself off as the part of Sun House’s clan). Or got all funky with “M.Pire State” (and hooked up with a partner called “Bill Ding”).
OK, that’s enough silliness. This is a compilation of (mainly) covers Mahal recording during the 1990s.
This album is slightly warmer and more engaging than the prior reviewee. But, he still isn’t taking many risks with song choices. I’m not sure the world needed another version of Honky Tonk Women, and he manages to underwhelm with one of my favourite standards (John The Revelator).
He does a better job with Mercedes Benz, and one of the rare Mahal-penned tunes here is by far the most fun – as he gets all excited about big-butted belles on Big Legged Mommas Are Back In Style. I was expected Sir Mix-a-Lot to pop up any time with a bit of this:
Searching around for decent Mahal clips, I stumbled upon a series from back in 1972, of which this is the best:
That’s the sort of stuff I’d like to see from him here.
File under: Not arresting enough