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I've never been a huge fan of surf rock, but that never applied to strongly to The Ventures in my eyes. In 1965 when this was recorded most bands seemed to treat their instruments like frail delicate flowers, mostly focusing on vocal performance and 4/4 foot tapping romance bile. The Ventures were one of the first groups to really focus on exploring the extra space that electric instruments provided. Granted the surf rhythms are their to an extent these guys had a couple of genre defying tricks up their coat sleeves that took rock guitar to new levels. Their use of minor chords produced a darker, more melodic sound to the overall chord structures causing a less than sunny feel at times. The upbeat stuff was more of a west coast hat tip to the Memphis sound a decade earlier. But the truth is if you were going to play an electric guitar in front of the Japanese in the 20th century... You best rock. Japanese folks don't put up with neutered rock.
This album catches a lot of shit, most folks don't care for the idea of ZZ Top with keyboards. Well first of all of the synth use is basically for rhythm, the drums are electronic doubled with an actual kit from time to time. Guitar and bass still loud still awesome. This is the little ol' band from Texas trying their hand at early 80's psychedelic hard rock. The car on the cover is the Eliminator... It appears out of no where when dudes are havin bad days at shitty jobs, 18-25 different women climb out of the car... Three dudes appear(two with beards) and give the original dude the keys. The girls kiss all over him and the three mystic bringers of fortune play Sharp Dressed Man. The tracks T.V. Dinners and I got the 6 are worth the ride alone. Quit being an ass an get this!!
Sorry for the sparce postings... Busy week, weeks, whatever. Or maybe I'm just trying to savor Southern Rock Summer. Anyhoo, today's offering is MTB's first effort. This album captures the hunger of the mid era of Southern Rock. A mixture of blues, blue grass, honkey tonk and sheer country fuled by a steady Memphis rock under current. The mellow tracks are as beautiful as a Carolina sunset and the up beat cuts are fit for the finest barn dances long passed.
Here's a comp I found floating around cyber space. It consists of tracks from the Duane Allman anthologies. It includes his session work with the likes of Aretha Franklin, Otis Rush and King Curtis amongst others, Some Hourglass (Allman Bros Proto type) songs, and some solo tracks... I love this dude!
The last album recorded by this line-up. Duane Allman died not long after this recording. Although upbeat at points the sound of this album is ironically somber and more downtrodden than the former.Even overwhelmingly mournful at moments. The instrumental track In Memory Of Elizabeth Reed was Dickey Betts tribute to Miles Davis. I'm sure you've heard the legend... That the song was written in Rose Hill Cemetery, and was named after the headstoned Betts sat upon while writing said song..... That song was the begining and end of a great genre..Cemetery Jazz!
The Allman Brothers Band Original line up was, is, and will continue to be the absolute essence of what was Southern Rock. 19 year old Gregg Allman's haggard soulful growl teamed with Barry Oakley's power walk bass lines, Duane Allman and Dickey Betts dual lead guitar majesty and the anchor solid percussion of Jamoie Johnson and Butch Trucks caused a sound totally unheard of... The absolute opposite of what was going on in San Fran Cisco. If the music on this recording does not make every hair on your body raise, or your big toe stand up in your boot, then you my friend simply have no soul.. Now get away from me you creepy fuck.
Rod Stewart, Ron Wood and of course Jeff Beck laying down essential nasty hard rock of the white boy blues persuasion. Recorded in the hazy period between The Yardbirds demise and Led Zeppelin's birth, Beck-Ola was the concrete proto-type for the next decade of hard rock, and the precursor of the first Zeppelin album. Jeff's guitar attack was like no other of his time and it is truly amazing what Rod Stewart could achieve vocally..... Fuck, if I were on this album in my early twenties I'd wanna stay forever young too.
Somebody's got a scary story tell you. This is the sequel to Abigail and the stronger of the two albums in concept and execution. All you really need to know going in is.... Dude moves in to old family house, house is haunted by dead family members.... Andy Larocque plays guitar solos and BOOM!!! That's is.
Here is some of Hendrix later stuff. Some of this music was just guitar and vocal tracks that were overdubbed with backing rhythm after his death(which I am okay with) and the rest consists of demos and unreleased material. If your burnt out on the experience... No pun intended... Then check this out. These tracks show what he was heading for in a new decade, and lead me to think he might have died before some of his heaviest work was due.
This is why he's the boss. His debut album is like nothing else, the missing link that fills the huge gap between Van Morrison and Bob Seger. Hauntingly nostalgic drifter music, confused and heartfelt with workingman honesty. The opening tracking is "Blinded by the Light".... Yup that Manfred Mann song that that made everybody at the skating rink yell "douche" at the same time. I always hated that song until I heard the original.. I was blown away... I could'nt understand how MM could go so far out of his way to make a great song suck. "Does this Bus Stop"made me wanna sell my car so I could have conversations with a bus driver and "Spirt in the Night" makes me think about how awesome life was when I was 16.
Not exactly a hard to find album, but I'm in a terrible mood, and to be gut raw honest I hurt. Sometimes life is foreboding, unsure and scary. To me that's what this album is about. In the past decade there has been too much emphasis placed on emotion, to the point where it's processed and functionless, but in 1974 it was merely a bi-product of a few young men feeling like they were facing a bleak future. This is one the most important pieces of music ever recorded.
I don't quite have the words to express how flawless this album is. This is the jewel of the Dio, Ritchie Blackmore union and in my opinion the best Rainbow line up. Cozy Powell is an absolute monster on drums and Tony Carey's keyboard skills are unparalleled. Straight forward neo classical hard rock from an era where singing about wizards was not tainted with irony.Every track on this album is great and the two ending epics Stargazer and Light in the Black defy the whole Led Zeppelin catalog. A couple of weeks ago a friend said.... "Look a rainbow". I was excited until I realized he was just talking about some shit in the sky... And I just noticed on the bottom lefthand side of the cover, there is a dude watching that hand grab the rainbow.. I bet he was FREAKED!!!... Rainbow should totally sue Skittles.
If anyone wonders why we haven't caught Osama Bin Laden, then let me be the first to tell you he was captured long ago... By the real army, the Baker Gurvitz army. They are holding him for collateral, until the U.S. government gives them their horse-dragon hybrids back.. So far it's been quite the stand-off........ Nice Conan jacket Ginger Baker!!!
It's really hard to place a description on this album. Quirky maybe... Lower Mason-Dixon Zappa perhaps, great grand uncle Bungle... Fuck I don't know. I will tell you what I do know about Hampton Grease Band. This was the lowest selling record in Colombia Records history, they were from Atlanta, Their frontman Col. Bruce Hampton now travels the jam band circuit so I'll probably avoid ever seeing him perform live. And I also know that this was a very unique
Why Buddy Miles does not share a tier with the likes of Al Green and Otis Redding is beyond me. Miles was best known as the drummer in The Band Of Gypsy's and recorded with everyone from Mike Bloomfield to Wilson Pickett. The man drums like he looks.... And I would not fuck with anyone who looks like that. I'm sure many a man fell for making fun of that Medallion in some Chicago bar, or pool hall or Ray Charles concert. But aside from his ability to destroy drums, guitar, upright bass and probably deserving people Miles had a chilling and tender voice simultaneously.... Basically the way people were trying to sing at the time was the way he naturally sang. The title track of this album is his version of his song that the gypsy's played at woodstock, and it is incredible. This album also contains two covers..... Well more like adaptions. A mornful version of Neil Young's Down By The River and a hauntlingly upbeat version of The Allman Brothers Band's Dreams. Get It!
This is hands down the greatest recording from Wishbone Ash. Considered to be some of the earliest innovators of duel lead guitar harmonies, Wishbone Ash were the U.K.'s answer to everything going on musically in the world. They had hard rock chops the likes of Cream and The Yardbirds but heavier, teamed with a massive English Folk influence and beautiful, ghostly lead guitar work. The only other music I could really relate this to would be Early Martin Barre era Jethro Tull. And as much as I love Tull, this trumps their whole catalog.
Oh so you think it's cheesy?...... Well you're not playing loud enough, the cover... That's the demon from the cover of Don't Break The Oath.... And you see what they did to him?...Ouch.
Hauntingly beautiful and very dynamic English progressive rock courtesy of Camel. 1973's Mirage was the second album from the original line-up of these heavy hitters of the Canterbury scene...... I don't know anything about the Canterbury scene or what it was, but damn it sounds smart. Imagine if the Alan Parsons project were good.... Thats what this album is to me.
Many Purple fans shun this album to this day......That almost sounds like a mad lib...Oh yeah lost my train of thought.1975's "Come Taste The Band" was the first album without Ritchie Blackmore, which turned a lot of folks off to the chance of a fair listen.Plus the album title isn't very alluring, I mean look at those dudes they would most likely taste like ash trey and bong water, mix that in a glass of merlot...No thanks I'll take Rainbow. That has been my stance up until the past few months. But my recent fascination with the mysterious guitarist Tommy Bolin promted me to check out this album. Blackmore's absence gave the band a little room to breathe, and new guitarist Bolin some space to lay down some of the finest guitar works of the era.The result was a more mature and refined Deep Purple, the kind that sips wine and takes ski trips and sits by warm fireplaces while reading fine literature.Driving, blusey and progressive, perfect for their last true album, and easily their most unique...I like to think of DP as a house.Ritchie Blackmore was the father, Ian Gillian was the first wife, David Coverdale the second and Jon Lord was the weird uncle who lived in the basement smoked dope and showed the kids(Roger Glover and co.) porno mags when they were too young to see such.Ritchie, tired of home life left the house to pursue gander horizons, and David, Jealous, and heart broken hooked up with the younger Tommy.Things were fine until Tommy O.D.'d and the family fell apart and sold the old house to the Dixie Dregs......Sad Story.
This is a compilation of the first years of Cardiacs, one of the very few bands to fuse prog and punk successfully. The influences heard here span from the likes of Zappa and Yes to Wire and The Wipers. The results sound similar to what I imagine Devo and Elp's hateful love child would have sounded like if Devo had'nt a' pulled out and whipped it on Greg Lakes face...Hmmm... I'm aroused. These songs were recorded between 77' and 79' and are quite adventureous for that time frame.
Here is some live Budgie. Early NWOBHM goodness in it's purist form. These guys pretty much sound like Rush if they riffed like Sabbath. I never cared super much for their studio work, but thats probably because this was my formal introduction to the band. Check out "Hot as a Docker's Armpit"...... Crushing.
This should have been called Led Zeppelin zero. A savage young Jimmy Page destroying everything in his path while an established and mature Keith Relf wallows in the joy of fully understanding how big of a pussy Eric Clapton was (and is). This is a rare example of blues rock done exactly right. Their version of the standard jam "Shape of Things" is hands down the best take on that song period and the track "I'm Confused" is a zygotic performance of what later became "Dazed and Confused".... You can actually hear Alister Crowley's influence on Page's playing...WTF????
A good friend recently asked me "when do you kick Blue Oyster Cult out of bed?"..... Well this album is certainly the orgasm. The last great B.O.C album, after this it was a slow spiral of hit and miss with album covers that make one think they are in for a ride, when actually the drugs were wearing off and the adult contemporary roller coaster was climbing the first bland hill. 1976's Agents of Fortune is in my sometimes well respected opinion the absolute definitive cult album.... A literal cult classic. This album is like getting a blow job while reading R.L. Stine by blacklight. Beautiful mystique, tongue and cheek misoginism and a bleak, dark atmosphere on top of a tried and true hard rock palette. Songs like Tenderloin, Tattoo Vampire and Sinful Love are a few of my favorite cult gems... And Eric Bloom is the coolest looking dude ever. Plus this remaster comes with 4 bonus tracks.... Lucky us.
This was the debut album of one of the strangest and most overlooked bands to ever come out of the south. Backwoodsy hoo-doo inspired southern rock with major prog leanings. Country boys flirting with Satanism, Eastern philosophy, Christianity and massive amounts of psychedelics.... And they all have nicknames toboot. Jim "Dandy" Mangrum on vocals, Wayne "Squeezebox" Evans on drums, Ricky "Ricochet" Reynolds on rhythm, Harvey "Burley" Jett on lead, Stanley "Goober" Knight on organ and second lead and of course Pat "Dirty" daugherty on bass. Damn... I explained this one quite well, it's in your hands now, bro.
Now we all know outlaw country is great in it's own right. But in the past 5 to 6 years those "firey issue" kids (if you catch my drift) amongst other annoying folks have had a great hand in making the love of that sort of music very annoying. And you know what I'm talking about. All of a sudden 80% of the population thought that individually they were the only person(s) that ever listened to Willy, Waylon or Cash and felt it necessary to tell how great and honest that music was like you did'nt fucking know already. I said all that to let you folks know where I'm coming from on this one. I really enjoy a good bit of David Allan Coe's catalog...At least the first 12 or so years. But not in a "my inner outlaw indentifies with him cuz I'mma rebel at heart" sort of way.
Holocaust is tired of you. Sitting around your house, overeating, farting and making excuses for the state of your life. Well them days are over. These five men on horses, riding out of the sky are coming for you...And it's night, that's why it's called the nightcomers. And if you don't play your cards right you just might be riffed into an early grave. This is the audio equivalent of Russian roulette...There is a 1 in 6 chance you are gonna die, and just like a bullet Holocaust never lies. The below link is your chance to participate in this sonic Darwinism . If you make through this album then you are the strong... But if you don't... Well then sorry dude, but you just did'nt have what it took.
With summer rapidly approaching, it's a good time to stock up on driving music worthy of loud play... And what a fine place to start this is. Holocaust were the Stooges of the nwobhm bands, and my favorite of the aforementioned. Extremely gritty, heavy, and apathetic to everything except the concept of rocking harder than their counterparts. The songs are well constructed and will cause the most, involuntary, unironic fist pumping and head nodding ever seen in these parts or any other for that matter. The production is hazy and perfect and the stage banter is top notch.This album should be issued to every American male on their 18th birthday, and viewed in our culture as a right of passage.
This is some of the most atonal, menacing music ever made. The compositions are mainly written and performed by many guitars in many different tunings with minimal and rhythmic drumming, spacey textures and devastating unison rhythms. This album has a huge sound and can sometimes be very intense.Good Folks such as , Thurston Moore, Lee Ranaldo and Page Hamilton all cut their teeth playing with Branca and his influence shows throughout their career for certain. This is like Earth for latter middle-aged record store clerks of band wagons past...But it's still great.
After creating the rythyms that defined rock n' roll Bo Diddley felt he had earned the right to experiment with various drugs and effects pedals. The results were truly interesting. With such anthems as "Shut up, woman" and "I don't like you" it's a wonder this album did'nt re-re-define rock. According to rumor Mr.Diddley's last words were "Wow(while presenting a thumbs up) I'm going to heaven..... May he shuffle in streets of gold.
If you have ever wondered why King Diamond loves the falsetto and Queens of the Stone Age have ghostly"ahhhhh" backing vocals under half of their fucking catalog then David Byron and the boys will be glad to explain. Many folks of yesteryear wrote these guys off as the poor man's Deep Purple, and some of the organ work might have bruised Jon Lord's toes from time to time but these fellas still belted out a number of gems in their time....If you consider their time to be between '70 and '76. Salisbury was released in '72 and was Uriah Heep's second release. Check out the song "Lady in Black" drink hot tea while doing so... Now reflect....Yes thats it..mmmmm.