and I'll admit I'm one of 'em, just keep on looking for
'the lost great psychedelic folk album.' Well, I've just
found one from 1997, already lost, and definitely great:
Eddy Detroit's Jungle Captive. I had passed him
off as one of the many "fourth Sun City Girls,"
and the only other thing I'd heard, the fun-but-basic
live percussion jam/Alan Bishop gabber-fest on the Muckracker
#9 comp, did NOT prepare me for this album's majesty.
The first two-three tracks are damn good psychedelic/mystic
folk songs, with good singing (ladies singin' backup!),
pretty parts, Hawaiian guitar, African drum, sitar, sunny
"pixiephone" playing, etc. The second song,
"Who Knows The Land," sounds like it could've
come straight off of Carnival in Babylon for gosh
sake. Then, and only then, after the song card has been
so triumphantly played, Mr. Detroit plays the jick with
a subdued and very nice percussion jam, and despite some
15 or so musicians being credited, there are no Sun City
Girls named and no Alan Bishop gibber-fests. (I mean Lord
love Alan Bishop, but I don't want him gabbering over
all of the percussion jams I listen to...)
At first I wrote off the new Dead C album when I heard
it was two 70-minute CDs without a single vocal at all.
The Sub Pop 7-inch, with its two very short and random
practice space instrumentals, seemed kinda like treading
water. And now 140 more minutes of instrumentals? C'mon,
I wanna hear Michael Morley sing something classic again,
something equal to "I think I prefer the grass...to
the fuckin concrete..." or "I don't remember...I
don't remember...", and I wanna hear Bruce Russell's
occasional distinctive mutter again too. I decided I wasn't
gonna buy it, but naturally, when its run of 500 copies
sold out in about three weeks I decided I wanted it after
all. It's going to be repressed soon, but a connection
just sent me a copy of it, and in the three days since
I've gotten it I've listened to the all of it -- both
discs -- at least four times. That's over nine hours spent
with this record, and I only wanted vocals for about the
first six minutes. On the second time I listened through,
I noticed the "hooks": certain drowsy noise
tones that buzz/wind/sing in and out of focus over each
particular dank gtr+ stew, and those incredible subliminal-then-liminal
loops that these guys are getting so adept at. When the
whole thing was over, I couldn't wait to hear it again.
I was hearing those drowsy noise tones and bleary loops
in my head like they were off of an Abba song or something,
and I was just jonesin' to hear 'em again. This
album is definitely the soundtrack to a hazy dream about
a grey day on a desolate coast. Oh yeah, and disc two's
"Tuba is Funny (Slight Return)" is a funk jam,
with actual chicken-scratch guitar...now if only Morley
would sing something like "I got a Rolls Royce...'cause
it's good for my voice..." -- oh, never mind, I wasn't
gonna go back to that...
Marclay/Otomo Yoshihide Moving Parts (Asphodel
Records). Pretty good! Really noisy! At 62 minutes,
maybe a little long. Okay, I wrote that before I'd listened
to the whole thing, I just predicted it would be too long
because all records are these days, but the last track
turned out to have 15 minutes of silence in it because
of some "hidden" stuff at the end. Still, take
the best 15 minutes and release it on White Tapes under
some assumed name, and I'd be sayin' "as good as
Fukktron." Know what I mean? Vern? Key track: "Derailment."
Track four, "Elephant Memories" is really obnoxious
with its overt use of really loud old symphony orchestra
records -- but its fairly short, and the next track "Blood
Eddy" (ouch) starts with a nice chill tone due to
a jazz brush pattern put on crude loopmode and then calmly
builds into a very heady varisound scramble. Also includes
a brief and joyfully terrible attempt at actual hip-hop
scratching! And nice subtle use of a drum solo from a
bebop record...and lots more...great track, too bad that
name won't give it much radio airplay.
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Have a XXX Encounter with a Babe of your choice!
Admire the fine art of True Beauty!
This was in
the inbox of one of my many spam-laden hotmail accounts.
I know we've all seen this type of thing before, at least
all of us who use hotmail...but does anyone else find
something ineffably odd about the first two haiku-like
I mean, what kind of sex industry sales-pitch is "Admire
the fine art of True Beauty!"?
B.S. "hook-of-the-month" club
issue, two Fred Neil hooks
The tremelo guitar on "The Dolphins", and then
the chorus, "I've been searchin'...for the dolphins...in
the sea-ee-ee..."; and also the way Fred is joined
by background singers for the single "ba-da-daaahhhh..."
that leads into the each chorus of "Ba-De-Da".
Sonder lives in Lincoln, and recently celebrated his
1,000th consecutive day spent sitting at his home
computer listening to records. (He did participate
in the interview about Raymond Petiibon with Matt
Silcock, but during it he was still sitting at his
computer and he played CDs throughout.) Don't miss
his dense 'new records' column, So
Much Music, So Much Time, as collected in Nougat.
Brad also used to write a column about the Lincoln
music scene for lincolzine.com.
a l'il bit about Bill Dixon