Junior Kimbrough

From the somewhat underground North Mississippi blues area (like Mississippi Fred McDowell and R.L. Burnside), Kimbrough plays a very unique droning style with emphasis on the bass strings and dreamy melodic flourishes in between. The percussion is usually somewhat mid paced and considering how popular some of these bluesy garage rock bands have gotten, makes Kimbrough way ahead of the times even if he didn't put anything to tape until the 1990s. It's dark, gloomy, comforting, strange and peaceful in a way that only the blues can be.

The Black Keys did a whole EP of just his songs, Iggy Pop did a cover, etc etc. ESSENTIAL

I'll just put up the greatest hits for now, leave a comment if ya'll want more

Meet me in the city

Bob Log III

"

When Bob Log III was a child, he lost his left hand in a boating accident. It was soon replaced with a monkey paw, and a new guitar style was born.

"It's my own personal style, see," Log says, "the paw moves much quicker than a normal hand, so my real hand has to flop around a lot to compensate."

And what about the helmet?

"What helmet?" he asks, his voice muffled by a helmet.

Bob Log III is an enigma wrapped in a riddle and riding a wave of futile guessing and searching as people around the globe are trying to figure out just one thing. Who is this man? Rumours have started to circulate that he is anyone from Tom Waits to one of the Strokes.

"He's Bob Log, an enigma." a spokesperson told NME. "He's not one of The Strokes. None of them have monkey paws."

In the April 24-May 1 issue of Time Out London, Tom Waits is asked who he is listening to right now. He says, "Well, I really like Wu Tang Clan, those guys kill me. And then there's this guy named Bob Log, you ever heard of him? He's this little kid -- nobody ever knows how old he is -- wears a motorcycle helmet and he has a microphone inside of it and he puts the glass over the front so you can't see his face, and plays slide guitar. It's just the loudest strangest stuff you've ever heard. You don't understand one word he's saying. I like people who glue macaroni on to a piece of cardboard and paint it gold. That's what I aspire to basically."

The chances that his identity will be found in our lifetime are slim, but this one man, bass drum/slide guitar, band continues to mystify everyone who hears him play. As long as there are bars, Bob Log will be there ready to let a lady sit in his lap, or if they're lucky, allow them to slip a boob in his scotch."

That's the official bio. Dude is freaking hilarious and awesome. I put three of his albums together for all those times you need stomping shit drunk as shit music. Break out the whiskey for this.

Shit on my leg

Akron/Family-Set 'Em Wild, Set 'Em Free (2009)

Lucky enough to stumble upon this baby last night. They are freaking awesome.

You know what to do...

Syd Barrett-The Madcap Laughs (1969)

"Wisely, The Madcap Laughs doesn't even try to sound like a consistent record. Half the album was recorded by Barrett's former bandmates Roger Waters and Dave Gilmour, and the other half by Harvest Records head Malcolm Jones. Surprisingly, Jones' tracks are song for song much stronger than the more-lauded Floyd entries. The opening "Terrapin" seems to go on three times as long as its five-minute length, creating a hypnotic effect through Barrett's simple, repetitive guitar figure and stream of consciousness lyrics. The much bouncier "Love You" sounds like a sunny little Carnaby Street pop song along the lines of an early Move single, complete with music hall piano, until the listener tries to parse the lyrics and realizes that they make no sense at all. The downright Kinksy"Here I Go" is in the same style, although it's both more lyrically direct and musically freaky, speeding up and slowing down seemingly at random. Like many of the "band" tracks, "Here I Go" is a Barrett solo performance with overdubs by Mike Ratledge, Hugh Hopper, and Robert Wyatt of the Soft Machine; the combination doesn't always particularly work, as the Softs' jazzy, improvisational style is hemmed in by having to follow Barrett's predetermined lead, so on several tracks, like "No Good Trying," they content themselves with simply making weird noises in the background. The solo tracks are what made the album's reputation, though, particularly the horrifying "Dark Globe," a first-person portrait of schizophrenia that's seemingly the most self-aware song this normally whimsical songwriter ever created. Honestly, however, the other solo tracks are the album's weakest tracks, with the exception of the plain gorgeous "Golden Hair," a musical setting of a James Joyce poem that's simply spellbinding. The album falls apart with the appalling "Feel." Frankly, the inclusion of false starts and studio chatter, not to mention some simply horrible off-key singing by Barrett, makes this already marginal track feel disgustingly exploitative. But for that misstep, however, The Madcap Laughs is a surprisingly effective record that holds up better than its "ooh, lookit the scary crazy person" reputation suggests. "

It's unfortunate that Syd Barrett gets overlooked all the time because his songs with Pink Floyd were awesome and while this record is uneven, Barrett just knew how to make captivating music regardless. So, as always, take a listen.

Hardy har har

How Come Michael Phelps Can't Smoke Weed?

I just do not know why there's any fallout in the first place. He doesn't have to be America's golden boy, he is just the best swimmer ever. Michael Jordan had a gambling problem and had affairs with other women and nobody ever shat on him this hard. The cops in SC are talking about charging him...based on a photo... is that even legal? Like they would do this to anyone in a photo smoking weed. Why not just raid Facebook and charge everybody with a picture of smoking a bong? It's lame the sponsors care, it's lame the news and sports columnists care, it's lame that he's suddenly public enemy number one and he didn't cheat, kill anyone, get nabbed with something big like heroin or meth, steal, etc. What's he supposed to do, come home and train more? He's 23 years old and people suddenly are calling him out hard for this cause he drove drunk when he was 19. Ask any 23 year old out there if they have a) smoked weed and b)drove drunk many will give you the affirmitive. Just cause he's really good at swimming and some kid's role model doesn't mean he's not 23.

I am not even going to get into public attitudes towards smoking. It's not even worth it. I feel bad that Michael Phelps has to be the golden boy.

Sparklehorse-It's a Wonderful Life (2001)

Because I'm having a shitty day, here's some shitty day music.

Many thanks to Radiobutt over at Radiobutt.blogspot.com

"Well, is it a wonderful life?

It's mighty suspicious when a melancholic figure like Mark Linkous, the creative force behind Sparklehorse, christens his third album It's A Wonderful Life. Thankfully, he hasn't abandoned his idiosyncratic brand of surreal Southern Gothic futurism to turn his frown upside down. Nor is he peddling cheap irony, as in "It's a wonderful life, wink wink, I want to kill myself, ha ha ha." As with many of the delights on this record, the meaning is much subtler.

The lyrics of the leadoff track do indeed declare life wonderful, but this statement is surrounded by baroque, hallucinatory images of ghostly bees, bloody roosters that fly like doves, and swamps filled with poisoned frogs. It seems that life is full of wonders, sadness, mixed blessings — sometimes dread — but it's a strange enough place that it's worth sticking around and exploring.

Life lacks some Sparklehorse staples. It's less stylistically eclectic than previous outings. It has a narrower dynamic range, less of a country-folk flavor, and no irresistible anthem co-penned by David Lowery ("Rainmaker" and "Sick Of Goodbyes" on the first and second records, respectively). Instead, It's A Wondeful Life is a cohesive, atmospheric listen that rides along on mid-tempo drum-machine grooves, layers of keyboards and strings and Linkous' brittle voice narrating his haunted ballads.

The mood is broken up in a few places, notably the scorching full-tilt rocker "King Of Nails" and the itchy plod-stomp of Tom Waits' cameo "Dog Door," which would find happier company on an actual Waits album. More felicitous contributions by Polly Jean Harvey and Cardigans chanteuse Nina Persson add harmony without diverting the path of the 'Horse.

The overall result is similar to an Eels album, with imagistic lyricism — skeleton kisses, diamond rain, babies on the sun — substituted for bittersweet vignettes and an air of mystery in place of cosmic punch lines. The songs' cinematic texture provides a soundtrack that seems to suspend the world around the listener in poignant slo-mo. Strange, sublime and beautiful, the wonders of Life reward patience and repeated listens."

Everything's so goddamn wonderful

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The Blues is the Roots...Everything Else is the Fruits Part II

I said I'd be back with some more sweet Blues albums and here I am. Nothing more to say except that these are all exceptional, transcendental and most certainly required.

Mississippi Fred McDowell-S/T

Recorded in his home three years after being discovered by Alan Lomax. He was ripped off by all the usual suspects (Page, Richards, etc.) but he always proclaimed "I do not play no rock and roll." I love his progressions and his focus on droning notes in the style of Northern Mississippi Blues. And who can argue with that slide playing? I'll post his sessions with Alan Lomax which are rawer and also has a lot of what sounds like kazoo playing some other time.

Robert Johnson-The Complete Recordings (Disc 1) (Disc 2)

Come on. Everyone's heard of this guy, he's like THE bluesman. While more research reveals the image he's so famous for is actually lifted from less famous bluesman, that doesn't make his an entirely too short career any less important to music as a whole. The man was terrifying in his delivery and his playing was among the best of the Delta musicians. Listen to him belt out "Sweet Home Chicago" and tell me I'm wrong. You're a fool if you don't want this.

Blind Lemon Jefferson-Best of Blind Lemon Jefferson

The man had quite an output before dying in a blizzard in Chicago but this is a great starting point. The originator of Texas Blues, BLJ was one of the few to get rich and famous in his heyday. His very indivdualistic and acute songwriting skills mirrors Skip James in a way and is very strange weaving in and out of different time signatures. At the same time, the music is quite different. By far one of my favorite bluesman.

Charley Patton-Pony Blues

Another one of the originators and recognized as "The Father of the Blues." He was an inspiration to most blues musicians (Robert Johnson first layed guitar at his home, Howlin' Wolf, John Lee Hooker) and one was one of the first to establish the showmanship image as a part of the genre. He was quite proficient and covered many times but this collection has 23 of his most well known songs.

Until next time...

Tobacco Nazi Update

For those of you who read my long angry rant on the SCHIP bill extension from a couple weeks ago well...it only gets worse. The bill passed through the Senate on 01/29 meaning that this will now be a law on April 1st. Now instead of the $8 tax increase per pound on roll your own tobacco, the number is actully a staggering $24 per pound. It costs me $15 for just short of a pound...is that even legal? It's a 2,200% increase in taxes on this one product. If you're trying to raise money for our poor children who have to grow up in this completely misguided, retarded, self-serving country, wouldn't you want to tax something that everyone uses instead of focusing on a group that has a predominatly lower income and trying to rape a declining market in the first place? And waht happened to no taxes on people making less than $250,000? I doubt the upper-echelon of our tax bracket rolls their own cigarettes. If the government is going to show their true colors about this, why not tax food that makes people fat? Are they going to tax home-brewed beer supplies? Are they going to do anything else except hit DIY smokers where it hurts? Do they realize that tobacco is a legitimate enterprise for more than RJ Reynolds and Phillip Morris and they will surely be putting plenty of good, honest people that I have come across out of jobs? The most disturbing aspect of this is that they focus on an already battered minority of people who make their own choice to smoke and by instituting this law, there is a clear insidious mission statement by the government to tell people how to live their lives. I may disagree with the current Republican Party on many issues but at least give them credit for trying to protect our rights. Taxes make countries work, but they have to be used intelligently and this already worries me about a president I voted for who is already going to make it harder for me to enjoy myself. Lastly, I AM NOT FUCKING QUITTING BECAUSE THESE FUCKING SUITS WANT MY MONEY AND WANT ME TO. FUCK THIS BLATANTLY UNFAIR LEGISLATION AND FUCK THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY. I WILL LIVE MY LIFE THE WAY I CHOOSE.

Tickley Feather/Serpents of Wisdom Split (2007)

Quick one before I jet to class. This is more for Tickley Feather than the other band but they are cool as well. Tickley Feather is Annie Sachs, a solo musician from Philadelphia utilizing lo-fi asthetics and plenty of tape loops, keyboard experimentations and so forth. She recently released her first full length on Paw Tracks, home to Animal Collective, Panda Bear, Black Dice, etc. so if you have any interest in the aformentioned band, chances are you'll like this even though they do not bear much resemblence. Either way, the song "Natural Natural" never fails to send shivers down my spine so I dearsay, check it out.

Tickle me?

Ephel Duath-Through My Dog's Eyes (2009)

This one is for Joe specifically since we were talking about Ephel Duath a few weeks ago and I had nothing to report. Lo and behold, a new album! And Marco Minnemann is drumming. Killer.

" Few bands within the metal genre can claim to be true innovators these days. One of these bands is EPHEL DUATH, who have managed to truly take their music to where no one else has ever gone before. Starting with their Black Metal-infused music, continuing with their interesting Jazz-Fusion approach and Electro-Dub vibe, they release a worthy successor to their previous masterpiece "Pain Necessary To Know". This time though, they take the whole concept album to an extreme, as the whole album is written from the perspective of a dog (!!!). Basically, what we have here according to Davide Tiso is the soundtrack of a dog's thoughts... talk about extreme now!
To be quite honest, only these guys could successfully release such a crazy concept and such an experimental album, often bordering with extremity, but always within the realms of the avant-garde - as we have been accustomed to all these years. EPHEL DUATH are no doubt one of the true innovators in the metal scene today and if there was ever an "Award for Innovation" they would keep winning it with every release. "

Fetch boy!