Month: May 2024

Review: Church Chords – elvis, he was Schlager

elvis, he was Schlager, the debut album from Church Chords, is difficult to describe, but that’s part of what makes it so good.

Combining recorded field sounds and samples with live performances in the studio, the album is a blend of musical influences from three cities: Philadelphia, Chicago, and Los Angeles. It’s the brainchild of producer / multi-instrumentalist Stephen Buono, who decided to become more of a producer / bandleader / circus ringmaster with a wide number and variety of musicians from those three cities.

The result is a neat experimental record that somehow blends electro, post-punk, psych-rock, jazz, and other stuff I can’t quite define into sort of a calm chaos. It’s like the album cover, a woman stopped along a roadway while forest burns immediately next to her and she records the growing danger on her phone…or perhaps is reciting her thoughts for future meditations.

Songs like “Recent Mineral” and “Apophatic Melismatic” combine killer bass riffs with soft vocals and hip-hop drums. “Spacetime Pauses” reminds me of some of MC 900 Foot Jesus‘ jazz-psych fusion tracks.

Songs like “Warriors of Playtime” bring in wild jazz horns and prog-rock guitars. “She Lays of a Leaf” has industrial beats and, I think, vocals from Chicago alt-rockers Finom to make it a weird robot-dance / lounge club groover that builds into something that would fit into a late 1970s French erotic thriller. “Owned By Lust,” on the other hand, would fit into a modern horror film with its panicked guitar licks and rambling madman vocals.

“Then Awake” has sultry vocals over a synth-bass line that moves like a snake across a sand dune at midnight. “Man on a Wire” reminds me of some Siouxsie and The Banshees tracks with the vocal stylings, goth synths, and post-punk saxophone and beats. The vocals on “I Hope You See” are layered with extra effects to almost make them unintelligible, but also make them more ethereal.

In case you’re wondering, as I was, “Schlager” is a type of European pop music characterized by catchy beats and love-song lyrics. I suppose Elvis Presley was that for many of the masses. This record has catchy beats and love-song lyrics, but it’s not Schlager. It’s too experimental, too stream-of-consciousness, too odd.

But it’s not too much of any of that either. It’s one of the most interesting records I’ve heard so far this year.

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Rewind Review: Acid King – Beyond Vision (2023)

One of the biggest surprises for me of 2023 was that stoner metal giants Acid King released a new album – Beyond Vision. Shame on me for taking so long to get to it, because it’s a fine piece of work (and their first since 2015, no less).

The opening drone of “One Light Second Away” is perfect for the album’s cover image of some kind of heavenly cosmic tunnel / path leading to either an all-seeing eye or another reality we can’t yet comprehend. The instruments are subtle, even as they build in power, not overwhelming you right out of the gate. They’re still guiding you along this swirling tunnel of nebulae, planets, monoliths, stars, and lightning.

We’re floating in the astral plane by the time we drift into “Mind’s Eye.” It hits hard in all the ways you want a stoner metal track to hit – crashing drums, deep Earth-heavy bass, wasp’s nest-buzz-menace guitar, and ghost-like vocals. “Transmissions from the sky, from someone left behind. Was it just a sign?” guitarist Lori S. sings on “90 Seconds,” a song of cosmic messages that sounds as ominous as its warnings.

“Electro Magnetic” starts like a giant robot powering up from sleep mode, shaking off cobwebs and dust, and arming its missiles and electro-magnetic power sword for battle in some kind of desolate wasteland. The short “Destination Psych” merges / melts right into the title track, which has Bil Bowman‘s drums landing like mortar shells and Rafa Martinez‘s bass chugging like hydraulic fluid through that giant robot’s metallic veins. The closer, “Color Trails,” is the sound of the giant monster rumbling across the land as the giant robot comes to meet it, missiles streaking across the sky, trees uprooted with each step from both, roars louder than thunder, robed monks watching a prophecy come true from a safe distance.

I love that most of Beyond Vision is instrumental. You can tune in and drop in rather than out. This album drops you into something beyond your current space.

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Rewind Review: Screaming Females – Desire Pathway (2023)

No one knew in early 2023 that Desire Pathway would be Screaming Females‘ final full-length album. The band decided to call it quits late last year and have since only released one five-song EP (Clover). I haven’t read or heard any official reasons for the band’s dissolution, but it seems to be an amicable decision from a band who’d been one of the champions of the DIY method since their inception. Desire Pathway‘s title might have been a clue to what the band was thinking, as perhaps they each desired a different path to walk for a while. The cover art by guitarist and singer Marissa Paternoster depicts a city jammed with buildings and teeming with activity while open paths (or perhaps rivers) divide the city into sections and offer peaceful escapes from the chaos around them. Perhaps that’s what she, Mike Abbate (bass) and Jarrett Dougherty (drums) wanted – a nice path to walk so they could get away from the chaos of being one of the hardest working touring bands in the U.S.

Starting with the slow build of what sounds like a synthesizer found in a thrift store, “Brass Bell” kicks off Desire Pathway with growling energy that comes at you like an overstimulated orange cat. “I’m living in a brass bell. It’s too loud!” Paternoster sings, again a possible clue to the pressure / grind the band was feeling back then. “Desert Train” races by you like its namesake as Paternoster sings, “I know this feeling, tied to the road. I’ll get high ’til I explode.” and puts down one of her signature ripping solos. On “Let You Go,” she sings, “If I could explain it, how black turns into blue. Now the stage is empty and I am, too.” The signs are right there that she was tired. She and her bandmates weren’t tired of jamming, however, as all of three of them click well on the track. Dougherty’s drumming is especially crisp on it.

“Beyond the Void” is a beautiful love song, the kind Screaming Females do so well – singing about the blissful and sometime frightening parts of love while putting down solid rock licks and bright bursts of sound. “Mourning Dove” is a good example of their “sad” love songs, as Paternoster knows her lover is going to leave soon and there’s nothing she can do about it.

“It’s All Said and Done” has lyrics back to their punk roots as they take a swing at government overreach (“No one’s safe. The state will surround you. When they come, here’s what they’ll say: Trust in the dream, don’t deny. Time says it can be yours.”). Paternoster’s guitar work on “Ornament” is so deft that you almost miss it. It seems subtle at first, but you realize how skillful it is when you listen close.

On “So Low,” Paternoster practically begs a lover to not reject her. It’s a modern day blues song without a single blues lick in it. “Let Me into Your Heart” is in a similar vein, but with heavier hits from Abbate’s chugging bass and Paternoster’s lyrics reflecting how her lover bears some responsibility in all of this for a lack of willingness to fully embrace her (“I know the mess I made, admit that I’m afraid. You’ll never let me into your heart.”).

The album closes with “Titan,” which contains what might be the biggest clue to the band’s decision to give it a rest in the first verse: “You smoked beside the stage, with the can in your hand, then you said to me, I’m tired. Please make it true and do what I, I have asked of you.” She and her bandmates weren’t the only ones who needed a break, so did their families and lovers. So, they end the album with a sizzling, growling, heavy-hitter that has some of Abbate and Dougherty’s best rhythm work on the record.

Desire Pathway was a good one to leave on the path for us fans. Screaming Females never put out a bad record. You can start anywhere in their catalog and be amazed. I hope their new paths lead to great(er) things.

Keep your mind open.

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Rewind Review: Astrud Gilberto – Now (1972)

As if bossa nova queen Astrud Gilberto‘s lovely voice isn’t enough motivation for you to pick up her 1972 album, Now, then consider that she teamed up with a stunning array of musicians on the record (as she tended to do) from Brazil and the U.S. Gilberto self-produced the record and enlisted Eumar Deodato for arrangements.

Starting with the playful “Zigy Zigy Za,” Now begins with funky jazz drums from Billy Cobham and fun organ solos from Mike Longo. “Make Love to Me” is an English-vocal ballad with a sound to it that reminds me of soft-lit late night live TV broadcasts from 1972. Longo’s piano on “Baião” could almost fit in a rock song and reminds me a bit of the kind of stuff Ben Folds plays nowadays. Gilberto has fun with the track, as it just seems to be her, Longo, Cobham, and Deodato (on acoustic guitar) having a laugh with a fun track.

“Sunday was a fun day I spent with you,” Gilberto sings on “Touching You,” another sweet ballad to her lover…but he’s not real. She can only dream about him. “Gingele” mixes groovy bossa nova with a touch of lounge-disco into a funky brew. “Take It Easy My Brother Charlie” mixes English and Portuguese lyrics and is one of the standout tracks on the record. The flow of it is infectious and gets you moving and smiling. You instantly agree with Gilberto that things will get better and not to fret about things that are fleeting.

“Where Have You Been?” is a sad tale of loneliness from Gilberto that will hit you hard if you’ve been through a heart-breaking loss. The string arrangements on it are a nice touch. The swinging beats of Cobham’s drums on “General da Banda” are sharp as a hatchet. “I have crossed a thousand bridges in search of something real,” Gilberto sings on “Bridges” – a song about her many travels around the world and how bridge, literal and figurative, has lead to or from some significant moment in her life. The album concludes with “Daybreak” and Gilberto singing “I’m walking out on yesterday.” She encourages us to go forward, to live in the now and not in a past that was gone the moment it happened.

It’s, as always, lovely sweet stuff from Gilberto. She doesn’t miss.

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Wrecka Stow: Lost Weekend Records – Columbus, Ohio

Tucked on a corner lot at 2960 North High Street in Columbus, Ohio, Lost Weekend Records takes up the bottom floor of this building and stuffs a lot of cool stuff inside the limited space. You’re blitzed with a lot of stuff you’ll want as soon as you walk in the door.

The selection is mostly vinyl, but there are CDs, cassettes, and other stuff there if you’re not a vinyl collector (like yours truly). However, the vinyl they do have is nifty, with a lot of stuff from all over the musical map. Turn into the room on the right when you first walk in and scope all this wax.

And check out all those great gig posters and flyers! I’d love to have this one in my collection.

Speaking of cool punk rock stuff, they have a big collection of punk rock 7″ singles from a ton of obscure bands. It’s a goldmine for such stuff.

Two long shelves of punk rock / indie 7″ singles!

They also do a good job of what any good wrecka stow will do – supporting local bands. They have a whole section dedicated to Ohio artists.

Finally, if all this wasn’t enough, they also give away concert tickets.

1. Kraftwerk 2. Khruangbin. 3. Nelsonville Music Festival. Also, that is a vintage copy of the first issue of Rolling Stone for sale in that display case.

It’s a neat place. I picked up a CD copy of Electric Wizard‘s Dopethrone there for not even five bucks. You can’t beat that.

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Rewind Review: Failure – Comfort (1992)

Failure‘s debut album, Comfort, does something right away that the band loves doing – making you uncomfortable. This is often done through cryptic lyrics that challenge one’s thoughts on reality and fantasy, technology and humanity, or love and despair…all with crushing shoegaze riffs and masterful production. Comfort gets you unsettled right out of the gate with the album’s cover. Who is that girl? Is that a shadow of a cow behind her? Or a minotaur? Is it supposed to be her shadow? I don’t know, and the album’s songs don’t give a hint either…which is part of the fun, really.

“Submission” might be about sex, but I think it’s more about how easy it is to get trapped in the rat race (“They work hard and they sell things. We like that, ’cause there’s no choice.”). Failure waste no time in pummeling you with thick bass (courtesy of Greg Edwards) on the track, and then Robert Gauss pummels you further on “Macaque” – which is literally about a monkey lead singer Ken Andrews saw in a Los Angeles zoo that provided him with a Zen-like moment of enlightenment. Andrews’ guitar on “Something” swells and builds like river water casually drifting along one moment and then turning into a racing current below the surface the next.

“Screen Man” has a sense of menace throughout it, which is appropriate since it’s about a man on Andrews’ TV screen who freaks the hell out of him (“This man’s eyes are serious. He’s the man in my screen. I cannot let him frighten me.”). Andrews’ guitar is like lightning you see on the horizon (And the solo? Holy crap.), whereas Edwards’ bass is distant thunder, and Gauss’ drums are the wind that keeps building as the clouds get closer.

On “Swallow,” producer Steve Albini hung a microphone from the ceiling and swung it like a pendulum to record Andrews’ vocals during the first verse, causing a weird panning effect and being a neat example of the kind of stuff Failure love experimenting with in a studio setting. “Muffled Snaps” continues some of this experimentation with Gauss’ drums taking on odd sounds and Andrews’ guitar nearly sounding broken until the song bursts forth like dragster. The lyrics reference physical violence, and it seems to be a song about boxing…or at least fighting. It certainly hits like a boxing match.

Gauss’ drums on “Kindred” are sharp, hitting hard in all the right places. “Pro-Catastrophe” is a whopper, with Andrews flat-out telling people he’s looking forward to an apocalypse and watching chaos unfold around him. Little did he know, that in 2020…Edwards goes nuts on a fretless bass throughout it, often making your head spin with the licks he puts down on it.

“Princess” is sort of a love song, as Andrews sings praises to his lady pal (“I’m always pleased that you don’t say no.”). It’s a burner that’s over before you catch your breath. The album ends with “Salt Wound,” a song about one of Failure’s favorite subjects – relationships going awry. The trio unleash a sound that reflect Andrews’ confusion about why his girl is leaving him and the nervousness that comes with a future alone. Edwards’ bass pounds in your brain, Andrews’ guitar dissolves into a jumbled rage, and Gauss’ drums are a pounding heartbeat ready to burst.

Comfort heralded great things to come for Failure. It’s a great place to start if you’re new to them. Hearing how they evolved from this is a neat journey, and the remaster of the album done by the band in 2023 is sharp.

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Rewind Review: AAWKS – Heavy on the Cosmic (2022)

I don’t know if I can sum up AAWKS‘ 2022 album better than it’s title track – Heavy on the Cosmic. The album is full of big riffs, cosmic rock, mystical energy, some trippy substances, and other stuff your brain can’t quite define. Heck, the silver orb on the album cover reminds me of the Tall Man’s sphere from the Phantasm films, so there might even be horror movie elements in here.

“Beyond the Sun” begins with a sample of some square cat naming various psychedelic drugs ranging from mescaline to LSD before massive bass and squealing riffs blow off the back of your head. The song is about slipping through time portals to end up in places beyond comprehension…I think. “Sunshine Apparitions” mentions “Sunshine on your tongue.” Take that as you will (or don’t take it at all, if you prefer) and let the stoner metal riffs as powerful as a solar flare wash over you.

“The Woods” has a heavy undertone throughout it, reminding me a bit of some of Psychlona‘s stuff. The opening guitar riff on “All Is Fine” is like the opening of docks on a ship in deep space so an exploration vessel can emerge to check out a weird temple on an asteroid…and then (indicated by the simple, effective high-hat clicks) the temple opens to reveal something akin to what Dave Bowman saw inside the 2001: A Space Odyssey monolith.

“The Electric Traveler” charges forward with crunchy cosmic rock riffs that could power the Mars rover from a hidden bunker three miles below the Earth’s surface. The vocals and fuzz on “Space City” remind me of early Soundgarden tracks. It’s a heavy tune with a weird sense of dread but also wonder (“High above an inverted city…Hazed out of my mind as I watch the sun unwind.”). As heavy as that track is, “Star Collider” is (appropriately, given the title) heavier. The guitar riffs on it chug while the drum beats swing with a bit of a jazz touch, believe it or not. It flows right into the closing track, “Peeling Away,” which strips what few layers of brain matter you have left in your head to get down to the lizard brain portion so you can soak up the heat of AAWKS’ cosmic rays.

Heavy on the Cosmic, indeed. Get onboard AAWKS’ starship and enjoy the ride.

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Review: Duality Tracks – Visions Vol. 2 PCRF charity compilation

Visions Vol. 2 from Belfast’s Duality Trax label is stunning collection of house and techno from UK DJ’s and producers that benefits the Palestine Children’s Relief Fund.

Starting with Glasgow’s Stevie Cox and “Sandalphon,” the album gets off to a smooth, trippy start with slight synthwave touches easily mixing with house beats. Kyoto, Japan’s Stones Taro‘s “Iron Door” is great for your workout playlist. It bumps and thumps at a great beat for aerobics, running, biking, and, of course, dancing in a dark club surrounded by sweaty people probably tripping balls at the time.

DAWS (Australia) brings in some old school house (complete with soulful disco vocal loops) on “Early Desire,” whereas Gallegos brings old school scratching and retro-electronic beats on “Once More One More.” It’s a track you don’t want to end because it gets better with each passing second.

emkay‘s “One Kiss Wonder” is a slick trance track that could slide right into a compilation you found in the mid-1990s on a merch table at a rave in an old high school gym. Body Clinic (Northern Ireland) finishes off the compilation with beautifully futuristic rave cut “159 Revolutions Per Minute” – which mixes synths with thumping electro-beats and sexy pleasure-bot sounds.

It’s all killer, no filler. Don’t miss this, and the money you spend on it goes to a good cause. What’s not to like?

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