Happy Presidents Day, that day when people who work for the government get a
day off for reasons nobody seems to remember anymore. But it must be important
considering all of the white sales that pop up around this time. Anyway, I do
hope you enjoy your Presidents Day and will celebrate it in the way you find
most deserving to do so, even if I do get the sneakin' suspicion that it may
be in ways that are far from what any normal human being would call "moral".
Also happy Valentine's Day even though what is there left to love anymore
other than ourselves?
In other news, am I worried about the current rash of witch hunts being
perpetrated by the powers that be (and their punque rock lackeys) against any
form of speech that they may disagree with even in the slightest? Y'know, that
whole "cancel culture" rigmarole which has led to a whole slew of left-wing
McCarthyite tactics directed against individuals and groups alike, but I'm
told that it's okey-dokey when they do it or something like that. It kinda
reminds me of that old cliche about how they first came for the Proud Boys
then they came for Lou Dobbs and then when they came for
ME boy were
they hootin' and hollerin' for joy!
Actually I'm not to concerned o'er that big PC boulder rollin' down the hill
takin' out every even slightly reactionary nabob inna way because hey, like
with the French Revolution and other forms of Dictatorships by the Maladjusted
Spoiled Children of Upper Class Do-Gooders things are
MOST LIKELY to
boomerang on 'em to the point where they wished they never thought up their
supposedly watertight works of revenge! It did happen before in the former Soviet Union although a few million plus were obliterated in its path, but maybe not so many'll get offed this time around. Who knows? And besides, as I've said many a time
they can only kill you once, but oh what a death! And if I do get offed in whatever purge just might happen to be comin' my way then what
would I care about a buncha sissified pampered menials takin' over the entire
world with their love through excessive hate campaigns anyway?
Frankly I think that the entire actions of the hard left seen today (along
with their "right wing" lackeys) is a hoot, a sick hoot by a hoot
nonetheless, and what they say about castles built on sand and ideologies
that have the backbone of an éclair can certainly be made in these strangeoid
sociopolitical times now, can't they?!?!?!
Me, I give it a good three years before the entire reset agenda cracks right
in front of our eyes giving way to the era of the New Man, one who is quite
different from the ones the communists have been envisioning for well over a
few centuries already. And in my own sick fashion I'm gonna be cackling at it
the whole way through. Unless I really do get offed that is and if so well, that's my
own tough turds!
***
RIP ("Rest In Poop") Larry Flynt, the original "Diaper Dan" himself who I know was an important being in many of you reg'lar readers' growth 'n upbringing 'n whatever it was that made you the kinda/sorta human specimens you are today. If you can, lock your bathroom doors at half mast.
***I don't have a lovely buncha coconuts, but I do have a nice batch of music to relay y'all's on this week. As usual, thanks be to Feeding Tube, Bill Shute, Paul McGarry and MYSELF for the contributions to the cause, a cause that might not be worth dying for but killing, that's another thing!
Dead Sea Apes and and Black Tempest-THE SUN BEHIND THE SUN LP (Feeding Tube/Cardinal Fuzz Records)
Another brilliant effort from this unheralded Manchester (dunno
if that's the English or New Hampshire 'un) group working in conjunction with Black
Tempest, whoever they are and whoever they are they are great! More of that
beautiful hard kraut moan that continues to dazzle a good fifty years after
its manifestation in the minds of pure heads and thirty after the rest of
you dopes discovered it via the rantings of various fanzines that were in
the know. If you went for their NIGHT LANDS album (reviewed
a coupla weeks back) you just might go for this considering how they both
have that masterful glob of experimental repetition that continues to drive
corkscrews into your mind even at your advanced age.
The shiny cover brings
back memories of the first Silver Apples, the Rascals' FREEDOM SUITE and even Uriah Heep's LOOK AT YOURSELF in case
you're the kinda guy who still like to stare at his reflection in the mirror
on the front while perusing the album racks way back when! I know, because I
sure was even though all I saw in the mirror was some overweight suburban slob!
***
Remember back inna seventies when Black Oak Arkansas were the toast of the
gonzoid (soon to be punk) rock crowd? I once mentioned how R. Meltzer called
'em the closest thing anyone's come to the Velvet Underground on record,
while I believe Nick Kent was apt to draw comparisons with the Thirteenth
Floor Elevators which I do believe makes a tad more sense'n some of the MC5
comparisons that were being tossed about. Of course that all fizzed into oblivion once
the seventies rolled on and these guys ended up looking like total fanablas
next to the newer breed of rock 'n rollers who were coming even closer to
the Velvets and Elevators in their sound than these guys did.
A blubberfarm like me who finds the early platters pretty hotcha somehow
missed out on the '69 pre-BOA Knowbody Else album that came out at the
height of their fame, That's on order, though I did get these demos that
Erik Lindgren at Arf! Arf! released quite awhile which do help the need for
late-sixties mid-South psychedelic rambles rather swell if you ask me (and
why not?)
Some Elevators folk jangle can be discerned along with the various nods to
San Fran and El Lay folkisms. It's pretty good too even though the need for
some fine tuning and roughing up is needed. Nothing I would call a nugget if
ya duggit here, though I expect more'n a few of those on the legit album
once that wings it way to my door given some of the advance buzz (as well as
my appreciation of the massive "Winged Horse of Louisiana" heard via an old
Bill burn).
But if ya wanna hear the pipes of Jim Dandy Mangrum before he went all
hoarse and hard well, what's stoppin' ya?
***
The garage band revival rolled on long after Greg Shaw closed his Cavern
Club, or so it would seem from this 2009 release from the infamous Munster
record label. It's all in Spanish but that International Youth Language
roars on in case you, like me, hadda struggle to pass high stool language
classes which were required in case we happened to meet up with someone who
only spoke Latin. Good rock 'n roll that's worth a spin or two if you can
latch onto the thing somewhere on this vast storage bin they call the
internet.
Gotta say that these ozobs were a tad too twee to last too long, but the
Honeycombs still made what I would call fairly decent British Invasion
music. Especially when ya consider that they weren't that hot an act and
hadda have their tapes sped up and embellished by their producer. The
producer in question being Joe Meek who didn't quite care for the new beat
sounds but did a whole buncha them kinda groups fine enough. The sap oozes
well on these ballad-y efforts that I'm sure were guaranteed to get your
average mid-six oh teenbo gal all reduced to pure jelly even while she was
beating her little brother up.
***
It's too bad that I like this record. With a title like
WIPE YOUR FACE I had a whole lotta good badgag puns I planned to
use in this review.
I don't find this platter a total winner, but it's sure a nice listen-to
what with its rehash of various garage band and punk rock riffs that have
been used over and over by a whole slew of acts o'er the past fortysome
years. Then again when I listen to those exact same riffs I gotta admit
that I'm way more excited and zoned to that area of pure rock 'n roll bliss
than I am when listening to
THE EXACT SAME PHONY POSTURINGS OF "CLASSIC" FM ROCK that still
seems to be somewhat in vogue even these many years later.
A whole lot more straight ahead than one would expect from some of these
21st century rockers, and there's two versions, one in stereo and one in
mono available together on one disque in case you only have one ear.
***
Ruby and the Rednecks-LIVE MAX's KANSAS CITY 1998 CD-r burn (Stigsounds Records)
Here's Ruby Lynn Reyner and the then-current version of the Rednecks playin'
at that short-lived Max's Kansas City that got shut down after it was
discovered that Mickey Ruskin's widow owned the rights to the name or
somethin' like that. But whatever the situation may be it sure was a hotcha
show...Ruby is of course in fine form doing her crazed frontwoman
contortions and penetrating singing duties as is the group which, even with
the slick techno-update electronics'n all (heck, there's a keyboard that
sounds just like a vibraphone!) has a neat seventies-era pop-rock drive to
it that kinda reminds of those seventies pop hits I actually liked! Lotsa
new stuff as well as old faves (such as a tearful cover of Johnny Ray's "Cry")
and yeah, Ruby even did her old maracas bit where she shakes her suckems!
***
Jean-Pierre Kalfon and P.I.B.-EXTRAITS CONCERT DIJON 6/10/12 CD-r burn (Stigsounds Records)
Kalfon might have been a punk rock pappy over there in France not only with
his MY FRIEND MON AMI EP, appearance in the legendary
LES IDOLES play and film not to mention membership in acts as
diverse as Crouille Marteau, Sugar Baby Bitch and Kalfon Rock Chaud, but it
is kinda painful listening to the 74-year-old (now 82!) actor half-heartedly
singing his way through a variety of numbers as his backup lays out
alla the passion of a Holiday Inn touring band on the last stop before
unemployment check time.
Songs fade out fast enough that you just don't get the entire essence of
where they would be able to go and frankly it all seems kinda futile. Now I
could go for a good encapsulation of Kalfon's rock 'n roll career and if
there is one I hope they leave this faded image of a guy who looks like an
old Eyetalian grandfather singing like Maurice Chevalier to a pat backup
band outta the thing!
***
Yikes, another holiday-oriented spinner from Bill that I just happen to pick
up a good month after all the festivities have ceased! New Year greetings
from Johnny Otis as well as Christmas tingalings from Chubby Checker and
Bobby Rydell (keenfully imitating the competition for Christmas Seals!) and
Walter Brennan might not exactly be timely, but you can bet my tardiness
will teach me a lesson! Which I will forget about by next December but
then again what else is new?
Starts out funzy-like with the Gentlemen Bleu doing the Association bit
without getting too sunshine California folk rock bogged down like others
might have done. From there it gets off on the usual tangents from avgarde
fun 'n jamz to six-oh basement workouts and tough pop to seventies punk
rarities which all hit these ears rather pleasing-like. Or let's just say
they hit these ears a whole lot better'n the New Crusty Nostrils ever
did!
Of course Bill has to stick some more soul jazz organ on (this time from
Rusty Bryant) to which I say....bravo job Bill!
***You're in a sinking boat with back issues of BLACK TO COMM and your mother, and you can only rescue one. Well I don't have to tell you what you will naturally do without any forethought, eh? Bye bye mom!
21 comments:
Five points:
1) Stigliano is a faggot.
2) Joe McCarthy did nothing wrong.
3) The Honeycombs did nothing wrong.
4) Joe Meek did nothing wrong -- unless you believe the Lügenpresse.
5) See #1.
Keep 'em comin', Chris!
Cheers!
I think when you talk about yourself in the same sentence as Lou Dobbs an the proud boys, ya may wanna re-evaluate yourself ,Stiggy. Nobody is coming for you either. And if they did, it'd be to abscond with that killer Phil Silvers portrait you have hangin in the living room.
Nobody comin' after ME????? Boy, do I feel left out! Howcum alla those big names get to be cancel cultured first??? Waaaah!
lol since you need a helping hand from a rock and roll band that someone's actually heard of, a band w/talent, here you go, simple minds in concert.
you're welcome! :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQkWwyp-wY4
Larry Flynt was champeened by someone you, no doubt, admire: (((Nat Hentoff))). (((He))) also went to bat for (((NAMBLA))) and the disgusting (((Lenny Bruce))).
But you're "cool" with all that pervert commie crap, ya neo-con creep!
re: THE SUN BEHIND THE SUN lp- heavy psy-cho-delix joint that your early/mid 70s record store mighta carried, tucked away behind the incense &...A+++ rating, man
oh yeah: that "I'M NOT A ROBOT" drill is a fuckin' pain in the ass cuz i have failing eyesight
Lenny Bruce is Chris Stigliano's real dad. He played a Holiday Inn in Sharon PA once.
Were Lincoln and Washington "gay" lovers?!
Stigliano don't get no respect.
man, the original WHEELS OF FIRE had a foil cover, too...note: record labels dropped alot of money on album covers back then...
Bob F:
Now the record companies are so broke they can hardly afford to pay for cocaine and little boys, let alone fancy covers.
They can still afford Moe in a sailor's suit. He might not be top notch pizza, but his lesions could pass for pepperoni.
Well, I was going to order a pizza tonight but Charles somehow talked me out of it.
If there's anything worse than Scottish pizza it's probably pizza in Hermitgay PA.
THASSA NO FONY!!!!
The home of the deep fried Mars bar cedes culinary superiority to no-one.
We'll also deep fry your pizza, should you be feeling frisky. (Least we dint keep children locked up in the basement.)
Chris, dunno if I can post links?
https://youtu.be/RTbuviWq0iE
No wonder the average life span of a Scotsman is thirty years! At least we gotcha weaned off of haggis.
Not me, love the stuff!
Served with mashed potato with butter + mashed turnip with butter.
We deep fry haggis too, obviously.
I really like that Knowbody Else CD, didn't know they actually released an album. Let us know what you think of it - it gets some terrible reviews.
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