That cover art is so amazingly awful it goes all the way around to just amazing.
“Stick your long sharp nails into my pale buttocks” may be the best line of 2013.
I have to say, I can’t think of any singers better suited to do this vocal than George Lewis. Well done.
Hell of a set of pipes. Good track, too.
Anyone else find it odd that she performed with sunglasses on and then whipped them off as soon as the song was over? I realize that they’re affectation (yeah, yeah, I know, what isn’t affectation?), but man, if you’re gonna strike a rock star pose, try to hold it just a little longer before you start brushing your hair back and fidgeting awkwardly.
Good stuff–nicely splits the difference between early Floyd and the first two Yes albums.
I have to say, the period 1969-70 when psych was turning into prog–but was still a long way from the latter’s Persian-rugs-and-Shastric-scriptures apotheosis/nadir–is probably one of the most interesting mini-eras in rock history. It’s gonna be a long time before that soil’s completely depleted, as this track shows.
Gorgeous backing track, but man, my two-year-old has better flow. Promising, though!
Something about that shouted “THIS IS MY LUCKY PENCIL!” warmed the very cockles of my shriveled black heart.
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with sounding like Evil Franz Ferdinand. Plus, holy hell are those guitar and bass tones awesome.
Very nice. Reminds me most strongly of the last Goldfrapp album (which has been criminally ignored, IMO).
At the time of the final, self-titled Blink album, a lot of the indie-type dudes I hung out with were really into it.
Kinda fun, but man, dude doesn’t seem to have discovered any setting on his chorus pedal other than “BOTTOM OF THE PACIFIC OCEAN.”
The first thing that occurred to me is that Billie Joe Armstrong does this stuff way, way better than Mike Ness.
That Nu Shooz song gets played twice a day on the Clear Channel “old school” pop station (target demo: women ages 35-54) here in the Bay Area. It’s kinda terrible and awesome at the same time.
I get the impression that Portland had a really wildly eclectic music scene before it became hipsterville.
This was pretty chillwavey. I wonder when he recorded it.
It’s interesting how moving a style as seemingly banal and played-out as folk-rock can be when it discards traditional lyrical structures. I mean, this sounds like a dude sitting on his porch telling stories of a pretty hardscrabble working-class life (Huntington Park has always been a pretty grungy place), and yet something in it just makes me smile. Well done, Mr. Kozelek, well done.
She looks like she either was just raped, is in heroin withdrawal, or both. Even if it’s just staged provocation–and it is–this just makes me sad.
Ah, very nice. Good to know.
Not that the guilt really differs that much.
Dulli: a Great Greek-American. That guilt’s Orthodox, not Catholic.
While Gentlemen is a superbly singular statement, I think 1965 is a better record. It actually is influenced by black music (and not just the Boomer stuff–the dude namechecks Nas!), and represents an alternative remarriage of guitar rock with the black musical tradition. Unfortunately, it came out in 1998, which is exactly the year that knuckle-dragging rap-metal conquered the world, and was thus completely overlooked.
I, for one, eagerly await the Mark Kozelek hip-hop album.
Her lips frighten me.
I sincerely hope this band’s name is a Seinfeld reference.
Post-Purple Rain Prince demonstrates Mr. Nelson’s complete inability to self-edit.
Sandman could write some amazing uptempo riffs, but it’s the slower stuff that really makes me smile. “Let’s Take a Trip Together” is just deathlessly cool.
One thing that makes Morphine’s first two records so great is that they sound like they could have been recorded any time between 1965 and the early ’90s. In terms of style, they’re so out of time that they’re essentially timeless.
It just happens that I was in a Macy’s picking up some makeup for my wife and someone over at the Bobbi Brown counter put on the original of “Hold On, We’re Going Home”…and you’re right, the kick just destroys the track. It’s terrible crunk-’n'-B of the sort that should have gone away five years ago.
This ain’t bad at all.
Speaking of funk-inflected alt-rockers of the era, I really hope the Afghan Whigs actually put an album out, because the Twilight Singers discography just doesn’t do a very good job capturing the vibe that Dulli captured so amazingly well on 1965.