Tuesday, December 09, 2014
Santa Lovers
Got some tingly tinsel in our pants, just waitin' to decorate yr tree! More Big Rock Candy Mountain presents for all y'all Holidady hepcats!
Ballboy pretty much defines, by song and by title, our credo round these parts, with a beautiful, keenly observed lament, the tick of midnight, in a bar, on Xmas Eve. Lest we get too comfortable...Kathy and Jimmy Zee rawk our boppin' souls Santa-style, North Pole style!
Todd Grebe and Cold Country know exactly what every honky tonker really wants for Xmas! And Billy Ward and His Debonaires take us to the the highest pinnacle of Yuletide joy and sadness!
Santa's Got and Itch!
Ballboy: Merry Christmas to the Drunks, Merry Christmas to the Lovers (mp3)
Kathy and Jimmy Zee: Santa Claus Rock and Roll (mp3)
Todd Grebe and Cold Country: Let's Make Love For Christmas (mp3)
Billy Ward and His Debonaires: Christmas In Heaven (mp3)
Life's tough...we're all in this together...help out when you can this Holiday season!
Saturday, December 06, 2014
Santa's Family Tree
Carvin' up the Holiday ham, booze-addled family gathered 'round in their worst ugly sweaters, offerin' advice. Must be a Big Rock Candy Mountain xmas party!
All about the extended family today. What could go wrong?
Two incredibly dysfunctional gatherings courtesy of Robert Earl Keen (he of the 2nd greatest Xmas song ever, Merry Christmas From the Family, of which this tune is a logical extension/sequel) and Bruce Robison and Kelly Willis.
Then Old 97's add their own particularly twangy take on the desire for love at the Yuletide.
Santa, pass the stuffing and the bottle!
Robert Earl Keen: Happy Holiday Y'all (mp3)
Bruce Robison and Kelly Willis: Oklahoma Christmas (mp3)
Old 97's: Here It Is Christmas (mp3)
Please give what you can this Holiday season...times are tough, and there's lots of folks who are needy.
Friday, December 05, 2014
Stripper Pole Santa
Jingle Bells, Batman smells...
A little late, but let's hit it with our (mostly) daily roundup of all the fab, rawkin' holiday slabs that make our nights a little warmer this Yuletide! Dig it, Xmas cats!
What do you get a punk girl for Xmas? The Roaring .22's might have the answer (hint: there may be booze involved)!
After that creamy hershey kiss, Deer Tick lay down some fuzzy Waits'n'Replacments holiday cheer guaranteed to last all year long!
We're just getting started, so stay tuned! Some old favorites (requests accepted), some new tinsel ticklers, and a whole lotta love, santa baby!
Sleazy Santa gettin' down!
The Roaring .22's: It's Christmas Time (Let's Get Fucked Up!) (mp3)
Deer Tick: Christmas All Summer Long (mp3)
Give a little love this Xmas...the hardest present to give.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Blood From A Stone
More Norton Records goodness!!!
Our love of Daddy Long Legs is well documented, they had our Best Record of the Year back in the day, and well deserved. And the fury and sound don't quit on their second full-length, Blood From A Stone.
Norton's a weird label, truth be told, for Daddy Long Legs' brand of shakin' shack hollerin' blooze, but that's ok, cuz Norton knows it's shit more than just about any other label out there, and Daddy Long Legs, a Noo Yowk band, pretty much captures the scuzz of city livin' and transports that meme into a rollickin' road trip through blasted mustard-toned wheat and cotton rear-view window breeze. These cats have been touring the South, and we're fascinated to see what mighty sounds results.
But to the rekkid at hand, Blood From a Stone, fuck me to the great Mississippi...
Kicking off with "Long John's Jump", and a blast of harmonica destruction, courtesy of the 15 foot tall vocalist and harp genuis, Brian Hurd (Thee Daddy Long Legs himself), the rekkid blows the roof off the roadhouse from the get-go, laying waste to the countryside with a hollerin' scuzzblooze workout, in'n'out in 2 and half minutes (the way the good lord intended for songs to last), guitarist Murat Akturk forging a blasted boogie and drummer Josh Styles going nasty tribal on skins oiled with dirty human body parts, Hurd eventually coming in with a vocal equal parts Howlin' Wolf and Beelzebub.
That trend continues on the next track, "Big Road Blues" (a filthy-sounding tune, all drenched in yowling vocals and harp, burning wheels on midnight highway), "Take It Home" (a hand-clappin' tent revival raving foot stomper), the sleaze leather rave-up "Motorcycle Madness", and the snortin', ramshackle "Flesh Eating Cocaine Blues". Fuck me, it's loud, fast and out of control, consarnit!
"New York City", another barn destroyer, give a shout out to a hometown haunted by evil, distortion-ridin' goblins, and features "whooooooos" worthy of Esquerita.
It aint all nasty trash, though...."Chains-A-Rattlin'" is a drone stompin' meditation on mortality and loss of freedom, "10,000 Miles" has a noir desert cowtonk vibe and "Catch You Down the Trail" closes the rekkid with a brief yet effecting lament, juxtaposed with the final line "...we'll see you all in hell".
And that about says it. The band, a 3-piece, blows yr speakers with sonic jukejoint joy, wailing and stomping, harmonica blasting gravel roads into dirt tracks leading to an overhang of weeping willows, moonlight shining on a slow moving river, the barges battlin' with drift and silt. That skiff oared by Huckleberry on a meth binge, throbbing speakers disturbin' gators and skeeters, the loud sound, the groove, the dirty down low.
Man, these cats know how to kick yr ass.
Grab this rekkid now... before we have to say we told you so...
Daddy Long Legs: Long John's Jump (mp3)
Support yr local independent artists!
Tuesday, July 08, 2014
Ears Wide Shut
Special treat for ya'll this week. This is Norton Records Week!!! Norton Records is one of thee great labels out there, It's all about the rawk'n'roll, baby!!! Leather jacket sounds (nudge, nudge, wink, wink), geetar groove, bashin' trashin', and soul, baby soul, the loud sound abounds, lay on the floor sweatin' drops of sex and desperation, hollerin' teenage kicks and kickin' in (Kicks!) windows while the platter spins and the needle gets dirty on shout and shimmy rawk, mofo, rawk!!!!! And you can cry 96 tears, but they might not be enough.
Norton Records kills yr hipster stereo with classic vinyl re-issues of lost classics, new rekkids of fellow travelers, 7''s (or 45's, depending on your mileage) of blasted sonic joy, and an aesthetic that is sadly missing from almost any other rekkid label. Hollerin'!!!!
Phew!
Norton has released 3 new Rawk classics, and we're here to testify, brothers and sisters! So...let's lay down the fat bottom with the OG's....Billy Miller's and Miriam Linna's mighty A-Bones!!!
Founders of Norton Records (via other venues which you can research yrselves), Billy and Miriam are, yes, are, the A-Bones...with Bruce Bennett of course, and they've been rawkin' our lives for nigh on 30 years now, without any dip in terms of snotty fuck you rawk'n'roll. And they've got a new rekkid out, Ears Wide Shut (with an able assist from the genius Ira Kaplan (Yo La Tengo)).
Legend suggests this rekkid was recorded in one day (produced by Yo La Tengo's James McNew) at a rehearsal space (Superb Owl), and live in one take...which is exactly what the world needs. The first track alone, a cover of Heinz's "Questions I Can't Answer" , kicks off with the words "ready" and a squalling spooge-soaked geetar freakout before turning on the jets and blasting out a screaming rawk slab of sonic goodness, with a frenzy of snot vocals and tribal pounding, it leaves yr speakers destroyed and panting post-orgasmic trashcan copulation.
And that's just the beginning. Running through a range of covers (some of which, we have to shame-facedly admit, we had to research) and a couple of originals, the rekkid clocks in under 40 minutes (remember when that was the proper time for an LP to last?) and that's a recommendation. Complete and utter destruction, loudnfastnouttacontrol, distorted back and forth vocals between Ms. Linna, Mr. Miller, and Mr. Kaplan (see, particularly "Luci Bains", an out and out destroyer), beat, beat, beat in primal sex explosion, oh yeah, everything gonna be allright, skronking sax (courtesy of Stan Zenkoff), organ, electric piano abuse, nasty and dangerous. Dangerous is important.
It's hard to single out a single song (other than the ones mentioned above)...it's such a piece of brief rawk...but "Little School Boy" with a lead by Miriam Linna (wailing to the break of dawn) and "Catahoula Stomp" (with insane organ) are contenders. As are "Just a Little Bit of You", with it's menace and "Tulane", travelling dark highways. (next week, we'll have new favorites!).
The A-Bones are your favorite band, even if you didn't know it! Man, we're sweaty just thinking about the rekkid, daddy-o!
If you want a sample, head to Norton Records! Best Record of the Year so far...
Thanks for stoppin' by!
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Testify!
Another round of our Greatest Song Ever Written (at least for today)!
A greasy (our favorite word) slab of organ funk with blaring horns and a sermonizin' intro (though the subject of the sermon might not be exactly religious in nature) courtesy of the The Memphis Soul Band and released in 1969 on the aptly named rekkid Soul Cowboy (now that's a rekkid title!).
This is a tune to get yr ass down low and yr spirit soaring! Deep groove, daddy-o! Wiggle and shimmy to the break of dawn!
The Memphis Soul Band: Testify (I Wanna) (mp3)
More good stuff comin' (for realz, yo!)....Support yr local independent rekkid stores. The rawk'n'Soul abideth!
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Interplanetary Music
Today marks the 100th birthday of the greatest musician ever to come from Saturn.
Sun Ra came to earth 100 years ago, on May 22nd, 1914. He left us, to return to more celestial climes on May 30, 1993. His work was done here, and Saturn was calling him home.
In his time here, Sun Ra adopted Jazz as his muse, but incorporated every style of music that we earthlings could comprehend (Doo Wop, Rawk, Soul, R'n'B, even, gasp, a little Country trope here and there) and infused his night-sky gazing philosophy into a vision that was broad and singular.
Space was the place.
An amalgamation of sounds that only an Alien could coalesce...a Man from Saturn, gracing us so briefly with the echoes of music bouncing off planets and pinging the void in-between. Difficult sometimes, not easy listening (can we comprehend the rhythms of another world?), and then veering into groove (like rings) freakout drone sound. Not to forget the straight-ahead, earthbound compositions, that are the easy entry into Sun Ra's world.
Sun Ra's discography is broad, and encapsulates hundreds of rekkids and styles. Every step taken is a revelation of sound. There is no way to pin him down.
Saturn loaned him to us briefly, in this small burning candle of Earthly life. They needed him back, and they took him. But not without a legacy that is mighty and astonishing. His influence can be heard, particularly in the Rawk (unbroken) circles...from Flying Saucer Attack to Spacemen 3. From 13th Floor Elevators to Galaxie 500. From John Coltrane to Pharaoh Sanders.
We travel the Spaceways Together, indeed.
Happy 100th birthday, Sun Ra, whatever Galaxy you roam!
(there's no way we could encapsulate the full spectrum of Sun Ra's music...here's just a few our favorites, at least for today. Under no circumstances should this be construed as anything close to defininitive)
Sun Ra: We Travel the Spaceways (mp3)
Sun Ra Arkestra: Nuclear War (mp3)
Sun Ra: I'm Gonna Unmask the Batman (mp3)
Sun Ra Arkestra: Springtime in Chicago (mp3)
Please support your local, independent musicians from Saturn.
Monday, March 31, 2014
Baseball Boogie
Opening Day!!!! My beloved Pirates may (or may not, gotta cover our, ahem, bases) not suck for a second straight year!
Baseball is a weird thing...so many hopes and dreams caught up over a 162-game slog...it's the beauty of the game. We root for that which identifies us on almost every night of the Spring/Summer/Fall. It's a long, protracted demand on our attention span. Yet we identify, whether it be the lovable losers or the ascendant team with money and talent to burn (but always fails expectation). Somewhere there is a magical formula, and nobody has quite figgered it our yet.
The green grass, the clean, for now, uniforms, the tiny white ball that can perform magic in the air when released. A bat and a person, standing with purpose, defying the laws of gravity. The mystical catch, sliding and glove up. The sailing home run, beyond the reach of fans. The small ball glory of a grounder into a double or triple play. The bloop that sends a runner home. The slide and hustle of a stolen base. The fans, hats turned upside down and backward, believing, as if the very collective can will the course of fate.
And, of course, we all hate the Yankees, except, of course, for the great players they've fielded...them we jealousy respect.
Baseball. The stuff of fields of dreams. No time clock, no metronome. Just the moment...batter vs. pitcher...the age-old conflict.
The tip of the hat, then.
A Six Pack, then (because baseball and beer are eternally entwined). Some of our favorites. Enjoy.
And Roberto Clemente will always be the greatest Baseball player who ever lived!
The Baseball Project: Chin Music (mp3)
Treniers: Say Hey! (The Willie Mays Song) (mp3)
Del Reeves: Philadelphia Fillies (mp3)
Marah: Rain Delay (mp3)
Billy Bragg and Wilco: Joe DiMaggio Done It Again (mp3)
Mabel Scott: Baseball Boogie (mp3)
Support your local farm team! Who knows what legend will arise!
Monday, March 17, 2014
High on Whiskey, Low On Class
Lots and lots of "alt" country out there. Conversely, lots and lots of so-called "traditionalists" out there who take a neo track and suppose that their Country band or artist is more real than the band or artist that they disapprove of, mostly based on scene politics. We all like to feel special about ourselves, and we assume a qualitative stance.
It's all bullshit.
At some point there needs to be a come to jesus between all these factions, and we need to allow that a definition can be broad. Country Music seems to be much in a muddle these days, trying to define itself...from the defenders of Nashville good-time "hat" music to the adherents of the independent pedal steel and fiddle back porch yodelers. Country Music is a very unique institution, very American in some respects, yet beholden to European musical tropes of old. Yes...you drank too much. Yes, you have a pick up truck and a dog. Yes, he or she cheated on you. And, yes, you can boot scoot a boogie. And none of that is wrong...it represents a very unique take on life. So wipe it away, kick yr boots up on the dusty stereo and like what ya like...don't let anyone tell ya different.
So, then, The Doghouse Flowers....who will never be yr hipster approved Cowboy band, and that's a good thing, because what Country is...is not static.
Somewhere there's a bar, and you know what bar it is, because you've been there, and you had a great fuckin' time....and the Doghouse Flowers were playin', and they made the soundtrack of your night. Maybe you got laid, maybe you didn't, but you could have....because the band was so goddamn tight and they spoke to you in yr alcoholic haze and the sawdust floor bounced a little, and the dancin' was a right, and she was wearing that gingham dress you loved so much.
On their new rekkid, "Chasing the Sun", Doghouse Flowers conjure a wide open plain, perfect drivin' music, the road long and the soundtrack to sun-up and sundown. Lead singer Justin Reuther has the yelp and twang of a master, twisting and hollering, going deep when needed, and cutting loose on the rave-ups. Like yr favorite whiskey, it's comfortable and familiar, yet always a bit surprising...this cat could put most of Nashville to shame if they didn't rush to embrace. Yeah, he's that good. Mike "Buddy" Budde (Drums, vocals), Brian Scheehle (electric guitar), and Jon "Johnny Z" Ziegler (bass, percussion, vocals) form a core of brilliance, swinging when needed, and holding back when the mood demands...a first-class band at the top of form, soundscaping a pick-up truck's worth of boogie and hay-bale stomp. And we would be remiss if we didn't acknowledge the pedal steel brilliance of guest Leroy Deuster and the greasy groove of keys-man Matt Meixner.
All of this holds together in tunesmith, which you don't care about...how does it rawk yr world? The rekkid kicks off with one-two punch of "Meet Me in Milwaukee" and "Gone", rollicking sand-blasted booze-infused honky-tonkers, good times and regrets. "So Wrong" swings ya round with a late 60's truckin' passage, and lives up to the promise with a long view. "Chasing the Sun" is a pedal steel lament of road weary drivin' situation that will break yr heart and leave you holding the one you love. "Too Old To Learn" and "One More Try" are the weepers, sticky vinyl seats and regret...the very thing that raises yr bourbon glass, and wishing you had been so bold as to rise and take the bow. Finishing off with "All You Have are Yesterdays"...the perfect ending, a rave-up, regret meets defiance, and twanged out into fuzzed out joy. The very loss into defiance. Phew.....
It was almost impossible to pick a particular tune to share with ya....so we gambled on one. Doghouse Flowers are an independent band that deserves yr love...give it to 'em. Bar band Country better than you've been led to believe. It's early yet, of course, but one of the finest releases of this early year!
Doghouse Flowers: Gone (mp3)
Support all artists....put yr money where yr download is!
Wednesday, March 05, 2014
Insane Asylum
Took some time off after the Xmas and Best of Lists....now let's kick it!!!
Today, a little relief, with the Best Song Ever Recorded (at least for now)....
Well, it's Willie Dixon with an incredible assist from Koko Tyler...good heavens...jukejoint sleaze meets r'n'b glory....nasty sex 'n' grooving, noir-ish slow organ and down low night-time lovin'....baking bread risin' in sin and Willie and Koko got some creepy ideas, red light district honking and hollerin'...god and the devil and the white coated psychiatric doctor pushing in yr door...mind playin' tricks on ya!
Willie Dixon and Koko Taylor: Insane Asylum (mp3)
No patients were hurt in this post. Support the artists!
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