Monday, March 12, 2007

SXSW!

So yeah...
In the morning I am climbing aboard a van and heading (like every asshole in america) to Austin for SXSW.
Since this is the biggest topic presently in rockblog I thought I would inform you of where I will be.

All of these shows are with sea wolf

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Wednesday
3-5pm - Daytrotter (recording for internet site)
8pm - Official SXSW showcase - Blender Bar at the Ritz, 320 E. 6th St

Thursday
5:35pm Set time - Dangerbird Party @ Mother Egan's, 715 W. 6th St

Friday
2:30pm - Set time (Hot Freaks party) @ The Mohawk, 912 Red River St

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So yeah, c'mon c'mon and come out if you can.
Blah blah blah blah...

In other news.
I am going to bed.


Saturday, March 10, 2007

FROM A DRY CAMEL!

I found these for you.
Outsider fantasy art, aka the next big thing.





And while we are looking at amazing things...



PS: SOCMZ put up some new tracks today and they fucking rip... get turned on at myspace.com/mindzoo666

Friday, March 9, 2007

ITEM ONE:
Check out this killer fucking writeup for the Plastic Crimewave Sound show tonight in Cleveland at Pat's. Take a minute to read it, as its some of the best music writing I have read in awhile. Steve Krakow has a fucking Doors tattoo! "I maybe gave them up for like 10 years. Then I read that [underground Japanese guitarist] Keiji Haino was once in a Doors cover band. Those first two albums are perfect."
Its a solid read. Do it.

ITEM TWO:
I found myself desperately wanting to hear ZZ Top's "Master of Sparks" last night circa 2AM. My records are back in Ohio presently, and so I got on ye olden soulseek and proceeded to procure a copy of Tres Hombres.
A few minutes later, after hitting play, I fucking remembered that the ENTIRE ZZ Top back catalog got 'remixed' in '87. And by 'remixed' I mean FUCKING SLAUGHTERED! The last thing the endless boogie of '70s Top needs is fucking gated reverb.
Luckily a lil' bit of hunting and I found some vinyl rips and discovered that last year they re-mastered (aka not remixed) Tres Hombres and and Fandango, but the fact that they did the remix in the first place is appalling.
I just wanted to jam 'em shits on my ipod whilest rollin' through the deserts of texas.
Give a dude a break.






Wednesday, March 7, 2007

I'M LIVIN' ON COMMUNE ROCK (FINAL)

Dearest Vetrans of the Time Wars:

Y'know how sometimes you sort of 'forget' about a record or band for a moment...
Often they are the ones that help you get from point a to point b. The ones whose work helps to connect where you started and where you are now. When I first heard Magma in 8th grade I couldn't make any sense of it, but I saved the mix tape that contained that song (as well as "Fools Gold" by Spring, which after losing the track list I spent YEARS trying to figure out who the fuck that song was by) and every few years would dig it out and listen wondering if I could make sense of what was coming out of the speakers. Eventually I did make sense of what Christian Vander was trying to tell me, but it took time. I needed audio gateway drugs.
This post, however, is not about Magma (although I could ramble about that band for days) it's about the criminally un-hyped work of Agitation Free!



As many of you know, a few short years ago I was bordering on being completely obsessed with the unique flavor that was Deutschland Pink Floyds, esp the commune living variety. Today, while sitting on the couch digging through the archive on my laptop I remembered how much I have neglected some of those bands as I dug for even more and more obscure (and often worse) bands, recordings, etc. I think most of us in total fucking nerdland have this problem, as you dig you sometimes loose track of some of the steps along the way. You never forget the first stone you stepped on but you do lose contact with some of the other stones you step on from time to time. Agitation Free's "2nd" re-blew my mind today.

In Austin there was a lil' store by the name of 33 Degrees that I would attempt to get to as soon as I got to that fair city. It was fucking amazing and Sound on Sound stole a LOT of ideas from it. Probably the biggest idea that i borrowed from 33D was that everything was open; however, another idea that I yanked from their clutches (and some of you may not remember) was having separate prog, psych, and krautrock sections. One must rember that before our modern tymmes, before easy obscure-o file sharing and blog posting, you had zero fucking ways to hear the sounds of these records, which made this open product philosophy the most amazing concept I had seen in years. You must also remember that other than ordering a 30 dollar import CD from Forced Exposure, as NOBODY in Columbus was stocking 'em, you had NO way to hear anything new of this ilk. You could read review after review, typically only referencing other bands that you hadn't heard (yet) and hope that the reviewer knew his/her shit and was on point and order it, hoping for the best. I can't even imagine how hard it was to dig for and hear these jams pre-internet.
Anyway, what made going into 33D so amazing was basically that I could just walk inside, dig, put headphones on, and learn. I owe whomever was ordering for them a hundred handjobs, as they somehow had EXACTLY just what I was hunting to hear the sound of. Gawdamn I'm now way off track, as I am not here to eulogise (yup, they closed a few years later) 33D.

Upon one of my many voyages inside 33D I picked up the Garden of Delights CD re-issue of Agitation Free's "Malesch", based on the fact that it was on Garden (who had put out the XHOL re-issue that fucking split my head in half, shoving me down the path Tago Mago had led me to the gate of) and had a fucking pyramid on the cover. In case you are not aware of it: no one has ever made a bad record with a pyramid on the cover. Its just a fucking fact, dude.

Over the next couple weeks I read the liner notes over and over and just because fascinated by this band. The idea of a band going to Egypt and it playing some huge role in influencing the sound of the record they were about to work on is completely idealistic and romantic. The claim that the record I held in my hands was in fact just that was too hard not to add to the record (ie: whoa dude, rock mytholigy). Factor into this 'mythology' that I was just learning about all the hippie squats and communes of Europe that helped to feed and enable (what would become) my favorite artists to make music so far out and outside the realm of commercial viability (ie: underground music has existed since music itself). The idea of existing in this group setting basically as a means to play music constantly and that all their energy went into that was the most inspiring thing to me at the time and still fucking is. At the time I was living with 7-9 people in a shitty house (although we were increasing its shitty-ness tenfold on a daily basis through our various antics) and in my mind we were inches from being a house as a commune. Which is probably nowhere close to true, but I was always stoned and people were living in vans (ok not people, just BJ) behind our house so it definitely had that sort of vibe to it, more so than a typical 'punk house' does. Then again I lived with Lazer and was high more or less constantly, so maybe my memory is blurry.

Over the following months following that trip to 33D I hunted furiously to get every second of audio I could by Agitation Free, and I was blown away more and more with each record I scored. The fact that "Malesch" wasn't a fluke, or even the obvious high point of their discography (which they don't really have, in my opinion) was mind blowing. To find out that it was part of a body of work that is this consistent was unreal, it's amongst the hardest things to find (or create). Look at Guru Guru, they turned to absolute shit when they learned how to play too well. The fact that Agitation Free managed to make 4 solid records WITH line-up changes is fucking impressive, period.

Sadly, in the grand scheme of history Agitation Free are often seen as more of a farm team than as artists in their own right, since members ended up in such units as Tangerine Dream, Ash Ra Tempel, and Guru Guru. This, sadly, does a great injustice to how fucking good Agitation Free actually are in their own right.

For as free as they are (or can be) there is considerably better musicianship than in most other improv rock bands. At no point do they sound on the verge of collapse unless intentionally so, yet they can still space and free out and up pefectly. Their synthesizer work! Gawdamn! It's flat out perfection! Overflowing with actually unique sounds and fitting perfectly into the compositions and never overtly flashy even when its the focus. Why do you not hear more people raving about this band!

You owe it to yourself, right now, to listen to 'Through the Moods' from "At the Cliffs of River Rhineand hear a band that knows exactly what the fuck it's doing and how fucking cool synthesizers can be. If that isn't enough to make you shit your pants then listen to 'Haunted Island' from "2nd" and unleash a heavy monster of a closing track, not to mention that the filtered vocals are absolutely brilliant.
Note: If you want to ever get me to give your record a good review do this trick, I am a sucker for it. Period. Check out the spot on the Orang-Utan LP where they do it.

There is an amazingly detailed history of the band on their website (seriously more bands need to write their history with this level of detail) that you should go check out:
http://www.agitation-free.de/anfange.html



Go listen to 'em, now.

Dig, digging, dug.

AESTHETICS

I am tired (again) and it is late... so this shall be a quick one.

But...
Here is a lil' somethin' somethin' for yalz:

1ne:
I changed up the 'look' a little bit. Enjoy, fellow art school dropouts.

2wo:
If you have watched any episodes of the Mighty Boosh yet then go to fucking youtube now and watch ANY of them. If you are nerdy enough to spend your time reading bullshit drivel like mine then you are certainly nerdy enough to watch this. Its killer fucking comedy from the UK in a very classic sense but through the eyes of guys who make jokes about Brian Ferry, sub-genres of jazz, and familiars. Watch it. Now!

3ree:
I found the most perfect fucking home ever and I want to live in it.

Fucking Laurel Canyon.

I am going to bed.

Expect some big write up about XHOL and Wolfgang Dauner soon, so go ahead and listen to some of their shit now so we can be on the same page when I post it.

Get on America!

Sunday, March 4, 2007

YOUNG SUPERMEN!

So I just got back to LA... and I am fucking completely beat. This weekend marked my first two shows with Sea Wolf and it fucking nuts, at least to me, for a number of reasons (none of which involved high levels of liquor, drugs, or wizardry).

Here are a few:
1. It's weird being in a van with people I barely know for seven hours (which has happened twice already and in exactly a week I will be in the van for fucking 24 hours to make it to Austin). To state the obvious, the vibe is completely different than being in the van with your closest friends in the world. It is not bad AT ALL, just completely different than what I am used to.
2. Dressing rooms are weird. Esp when there are multiple dressing rooms. Period. The only thing that made the dressing room at the Troubadour cool was the fact that Don Henley has almost assuredly done coke there.
3. I am not afraid to admit that having a guitar strapped to my body is basically my safety net. It feels absolutely and totally fucking weird to be on stage and not have that comfort zone AT ALL.
4. San Fransisco looks like NYC on acid. SRSLY!
5. Being given money on which to eat, instead of cooking beans over a camping stove by the side of the highway next to a broken down van, is absolutely fucking weird. If this continues I think I will still find a need and/or desire for occasional homeless style meals, as some of my fondest memories of BTDATDBS tours are the moments where we might as well been bindle toting hobos. Such magnificent times as when we would cok beans and faux hot dogs in a public park while Greg slept under the trees. Often this would lead to even more misadventures, such as Jason and i wondering around which ended in us either gambling or getting lost in a graveyard that somehow the forest led us to.
6. Clinic are old. I saw them without the masks. They are old. Make no mistake. They could be your dad, or at least his BFF.

More will be revealed in time.

In other news...

While listening to headphones I came to the realization that Human Instinct's "Stoned Guitar" might be a tad over-rated. I am, by no means, saying its not fucking awesome. I am, however, saying its not totally fucking awesome. Yes I agree, 'Black Sally' is a great fucking song, the freak-out moments are great, the wah-wah work is fucking spot on, and the feedback on the title track is fucking gnarly BUT the garage cream jamming gets a little old... it's neither amateur enough to be riveting nor good (but bad) enough to be inspiring.. its just kinda limp. DO NOT get me wrong AT ALL it's a great rare early hard rock LP but I think it's mythic status is a bit overwrought simple because the record IS FUCKING TITLED STONED GUITAR!
I really do have a weak spot for garage cream jamming (seriously dude come over we'll get high and do some shitty cream jamming but I get to be Ginger, sorry thats just how it goes BUT if you plan on being Clapton at least have the decency to buy this before you come over), but this just doesn't seem all that inspired really. It sounds more like they are wearing the style of the time without setting into it properly, or maybe they were just too stoned (or their guitar was, get it! ha! motherfucking jokes, son!) to pull it off.
I think the cover sort of does a good at illustrating whats inside, as just like the record itself the cover has a lot of good ideas BUT just kinda falls a little flat. The warped monotone guitar is brilliant, the landscape painting, the typography beautiful, but when it is all put together it looks kinda shitty (but still kinda awesome) and I don't know exactly why... JUST LIKE THE RECORD INSIDE! WHOA!
Sorry if I just shit in your favorite sandwich, brah.

I am ending this transmission now, as the episode of Star Trek with KHAN is on TV right now and he totally just grabbed some girls ass, so y'allz can fuck off.

Friday, March 2, 2007

THIS IS NOT NEWS

FYI AMERICA:

Are you NOT on drugs? :
Are you NOT on drugs? The band known as 'Explosions in the Sky' are amongst the biggest farces in the world of 'art rock' ever. SRSLY! Get the fuck over it. They got no fucking soul. I have been bitching about this for YEARS so it will come as no shock to most of you but come the fuck on people but I REFUSE to believe that anybody can take this band seriously, seriously.
PS -- way to be making 'jock jams' bros!

I know me saying that is a bit redundant but every time they push a new piece of shit onto the world I get livid seeing ads and reviews everywhere. Plus Temporary Residence usually puts out quality quality jams.

In other news I have been listening to the Mainliner "Mellow Out" disc constantly.



There is no need for me to write anything about this...
Mr Cope already did so here.
And he is better at being verbose than I, so just read his rant.

I plan on spending some time with headphones on in the back of the van digging through some new stuff tomorrow en route to SF, so expect some new text soon.

Piano Tymme.