Daily Archives: February 18, 2010

275. Black Diamond Heavies – “Alive as Fuck”

So my better half is off in Adelaide for work for a couple of days.  While there she’s managing to catch The Gossip playing the side show they haven’t deigned to bless Melbourne with.

Album cover black diamond heavies alive as fuck vinylI am at home frantically trying to get through a backlog of subject preparation before uni starts again.  What better way to perk up this pretty miserable Thursday night, than with some spinning blue vinyl from the Black Diamond Heavies?

I picked this limited edition LP up a few months back.  It was recorded at a show in some Kentucky Masonic Lodge. 

It doesn’t contain much in the way of new material, and certainly no new sound.  The vibe is still filthy, garage, funk blues. The voice is gravelly, the drums are pounding, that cocaine is still causing troubles.

Somehow the recording quality of this release is better than their earlier studio efforts. The result is oh so seductive and inspiring. In particular I want to see these guys live again… c’mon down lads:

File under: It’s great to be alive

274. Richard Easton – “Boganvillea”

This is the debut long-player from a Perth bloke with a pretty sweet voice, and a solid bunch of backing musicians.

Easton went on to record for the auspicious Candle label, but his sound was pretty much in place with this release.

He isn’t as acoustic or poppy as his Candle brethren.  If anything, he’s closer to the jangly guitar of fellow Perthites The Church and The Stems, although he doesn’t quite have their pop sensibilities either.

This is pretty mellow, contemplative stuff.  The lyrical content is pretty standard fare (that little issue of love etc.), although Easton does a good job of making the everyday seem a little more familiar and magical at the same day. His tribute to the Sandman panel van is probably not what most bogans would be expecting. His tirade against the plant in the album title is strident and reminiscent of some of my recent gardening adventures.

The guitar work is effective, and the gentle sundry sounds (bass, some keyboards/organ/accordion) envelope and complement his voice very warmly.

There aint much on here that jumps out and grabs your attention, but likewise, it gels together neatly.  I’ve enjoyed having it wash over me as I’ve worked away today.

File under: Aromatic and pretty (but avoid skin contact with the sap and thorns)