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I let a friend of mine borrow this album the other day and decided to take another listen in honor of it. I forgot how disgustingly good it is.
You gotta love something so classic and Renaissance as DaVinci’s Vitruvian Man to be tampered with and exploited to fit the artistic musings of a death metal band. The “supernatural art” of this album is exactly what Anders Friden says it is. It’s above and beyond. Besides, after this album, In Flames started down the rocky, well-trodden, and shit-streaked path of mainstream. It’s still good, hell it’s still amazing…but it’s still streaked with brown. It’s much like what’s been happening since the dawn of good music. Eventually, most of it just gets corrupted and stretched to fit a wider demographic. Clayman falls in just before that. I love it.
Hopefully by now, you intrepid internet-reading music fans know the story of young Cal Robbins, who was born with Spinal Muscular Atrophy, a motor neuron disease that will keep him in a wheelchair for life. But Cal has been blessed with loving, strong parents, one of whom happens to be a well-respected indie rock musician and producer who goes by the name of J. J’s got some wonderful friends, and they’ve been helping out with auctions, benefit compilations, and shows. One of ‘em featured the reunion of a nearly-forgotten D.C. band, you may have heard about it.
Cal is two years old now, and as wonderful as that is, he’s nowhere near out of the woods. Another auction to benefit him has been announced, and it’s a doozy. On offer are such things as:
-A lesson from impossibly talented ex-Jawbox drummer Zach Barocas
-A fully-autographed set of the Mission of Burma Obliterati pre-release 12″ers
-Not one, but TWO copies of Shellac’s infamous Futurist album. These were donated by two members of Buffalo Tom, who have presumably realised, like everyone who hears this record, it’s not that spectacular and they might as well do something good with it.
-4 DVDs full of footage of Shudder to Think recording their landmark, amazing Pony Express Record (buy the damn thing now, if you haven’t yet for some reason)
and most mindblowingly,
-a copy of Craig Wedren’s handwritten journal from the making of PXR, featuring “of pages of Craig’s handwritten lyrics (including early drafts and unreleased songs!), recording notes, doodles, personal journal entries, and correspondence!”
Now, let’s face it, folks: I probably won’t be able to afford any of that stuff, if it goes for the amount it should. But if one of you has some deep pockets and will make a copy of that Craig Wedren journal for me, I’ll donate everything I can to Cal’s fund. Plus I’ll be your bestest friend.
As a special bonus for reading, here’s an alternate take of “Savory” by Jawbox. Enjoy!
I don’t have anything to say about Camille Saint-Saëns that seems worthy of this venue, so I may be putting my writing-about-my-listening-project on hold for a while.
Instead, I give you this, courtesy of the miracle of modern technology, which gives us robots, hydroplanes, carbon-composite tennis rackets, and obscure Kylie Minogue TV clips. You’ll have to tell me if you agree, but I think it may be the single most awkward artist/audience mismatch I’ve ever seen, and that includes the time I saw a crowd watch Eisley (who I was there to see, let it be known) go on stage immediately before Reggie and the Full Effect and New Found Glory.
And yes, maybe she deserves it for lip-synching that obviously, but then again I’m not sure these guys would be worth the effort of actually singing for.
Can you imagine how excited i was to hear that Rick Froberg, one half of the creative force behind one of my favorite now-departed bands, Hot Snakes, recently played his first show with his new band, Obits, at New York City’s Cake Shop? Can you really?
How about the excitement of hearing word on the internets that this new band, these Obits, sounds like a cross between CCR and another Froberg joint, the venerable Drive Like Jehu?
If the words “mind blown” and “enormous boner” spring to mind, you’re pretty close to accurate.
Now, take that knowledge and add, as the cherry on the top of DJ’s orgasmo-rock sundae, the discovery that the first-ever Obits show was bootlegged and posted online, and, well, this blog post could take a downright awkward and uncomfortable turn for the rest of you.
I’ll be in my bunk.
[two minutes later]
As of right now, the sendspace link for the show is still good, so download it while you can. If you’re a fan of Jehu and Hot Snakes, be assured that Obits bring the rock and bring it hard, in a more straightforward, slightly more classic rock, but still blistering Froberg style. I cannot wait for the album.
Oh, and by the way, Froberg’s longtime running buddy, Hot Snakes and Rocket From the Crypt alum John Reis, has started playing out with his new outfit Night Marchers, and like Obits, it’s everything you could hope from ol’ Speedo. Check out their MySpace and groove to some farfisa-flavored RFTC-style garage-punk. Scream, Dracula, scream!
MP3 Download: Carbon / Silicon - Falun Gong love song
I’ve pretty much always been a fan of Mick Jones. No, not the lead singer of Foreigner. I’m speaking of course of the guitarist and sometimes vocalist of The Clash. I loved The Clash, as all true music fans should. I mostly liked Big Audio Dynamite. Hell, I even regularly listen to his wankiest project, BAD II, which, honestly, wasn’t really wanky at all.
So, in listening to Carbon / Silicon, I’ve already got a biased towards liking it purely because of Jones’ inolvement. C/S finds Jones pairing up with Sigue Sigue Sputnik’s synth bass guitarist, Tony James. The first reaction I had to hearing of this pairing was, ‘Wow, that’s a cool little collaboration they’ve got there.’ but my second reaction was: ‘Wait. I don’t know shit about Sigue Sigue Sputnik. In fact, other than that Love Missle song, I don’t think I know anything by them.’ And I’m willing to bet that’s true for most of you, too. That makes the fact that Jones is putting out new work at 52 years old truly the most thing interesting about this project.
I’m quite ill, and so I may not be writing too much for a bit. But, as I sit here in a semi-comatose stupor, you know what’s disappointing to me? No, not that when I stand up, it feels like an army of jackrabbits are hitting me in the shoulders. It’s that people in English-speaking countries (or at least the two I’ve lived in, the US and Canada — Alberta, so I won’t pretend to speak for Quebec) don’t seem to like trying foreign-language music (unless it’s “The Macarena”). Because if they did, Belanova would maybe be more popular. And then, as I shimmied around my car/bedroom/office with the glass window to the smoother-than-butter-or-Duran Duran synthpop, I would perhaps like the radio better.
Their 2007 album, Fantasia Pop made my best of the year list, and I’d strongly recommend it if you like synth-based pop music at all. I do. But you probably guessed that already.
From Portishead.co.uk:
23 Jan 2008
We’re pleased to announce that we’ll be releasing our album, titled THIRD. on April 14th 2008.
The album has 11 tracks and is 49 minutes 13 seconds long.
Let’s hope the Third is more like First and less like Second.
Apparently the Lazy Local News Human Interest Story Du Jour in recent months has been the local spotlight on emo–how it stands for “emotional,” of course, and how it could be affecting your child! First there was the classic WDAZ-Grand Forks lead story on the dangers of emo, and tonight, viewers of FOX 32 in Chicago got to meet “northwest suburban college students” Addison Park and discuss The Emo Backlash! Click away and witness the glory as local news squares attempt to enhippen their audience with the following gems:
-Emo musicians write and sing about what they feel!
-Blink-182 and Green Day are apparently emo now!
-Apparently an online video shows an “emo” kid being “assaulted” by a classmate! (which, awesome)
-YouTube user TheKingoftheWorld says, “Zomg the birds r dying!”
-Most importantly: Addison Park are horrible.
Don’t be too embarrassed, Chicago–up here in Wisconsin, our local news is maybe even more hysterical, what with all the panic about salvia, the new legal high that your kid could be on RIGHT NOW! “Zomg,” indeed.
(p.s. Yes, i purposely used the photo of Addison Park on a goddamn railroad track because apparently those schmoes have never been to the Rocknrollconfidential Hall of Douchebags. Just because you photoshopped in an oncoming train doesn’t make your cliche’d railroad photo any less lame, you shitwits. And for fuck’s sake–mandals? Mandals?)
(p.p.s. Thanks to my pal Chris in Chicago for warning me that this was gonna be broadcast tonight.)
Let’s talk about 1991. Your humble narrator was beginning his senior year of high school, a little album called Nevermind was about to knock the record biz on its ass, and despite the 80s having officially ended the year before, hair metal still ruled the airwaves and MTV. And presiding over the denim, mullets, AquaNet and rampant vapid groupie metal chick sex i was not having was “the world’s loudest heavy metal magazine:” RIP.
RIP Magazine ruled my high school years and more or less dictated my musical taste until college. Unlike bullshit rags like Circus and Metal Edge, which were essentially teenybopper pinup collections for hesher douchebags who didn’t want to be seen buying Big Bopper for the Debbie Gibson glossies, RIP actually gave a damn about the music it was covering–and more importantly, it only marginally cared if you liked it too. Sure, the covers were full of the bigwigs, like Guns ‘N’ Roses and Aerosmith, but inside the same issue whose cover Axl graced, you could see an interview with Faith No More slagging him off. Basically, RIP was ballsy and didn’t give a fuck–probably because it was owned by Hustler kingpin Larry Flynt. Sort of hard to care about public perception when your parent magazine is dedicated to bringing the golden shower to the mainstream.
Leading this show was RIP Editor-in-Chief Lonn M. Friend, who in 2006 published his autobiography, Life on Planet Rock, which i recently devoured after receiving it as a Christmas present this year from fellow SSC scribe Josh “The Fucking Wizard” D. Read more »
Dude, sweeeet!
The popular music website LastFM has upgraded their system so that music fans can request to listen to their favorite songs when they so choose.
But won’t the record companies be pissed people can just listen online for free?
Ah, but you see young padawan, LastFM is funded by advertising revenue from their millions of page hits that they share with the record companies. Also, when you stream the song there is a link that directs you to Amazon.com where you can purchase the track. Although, LastFM has always been legit and has been calling up labels to license songs to stream on the site since 2002.
Well what changed so that they could get full songs and albums?
Another excellent question! Gold Star! Last May, CBS purchased LastFM for $280 million. Now that means they can get in bed with Universal. Sony/BMG, Warner and EMI, who all own about 70% of the world’s recorded music.
Dude, sweeeet!
Well worth repeating sir. I concur.
