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LISTEN TO THE GREEN GLASS!

Wednesday, February 18th, 2009

greenglasscover1Hailing from Ixtapa Mexico and sounding like a cross between Steely Dan and Tone-Loc’s dj, here’s the GREEN GLASS!

Check the tuneage: http://tinyurl.com/bjwa8c

The Pains of Being Pure of Heart

Saturday, February 14th, 2009

The Pains of Being Pure At Heart

The Pains of Being Pure At Heart Exclusive interview with Evan Chase

The Pains of Being Pure At Heart are really, really great. Groove is in their indie shoegaze-y art, to be certain. I had the chance to sit down with Peggy, Kip and Alex at Schubas in Chicago two nights ago during their 9-city US tour and found them to be much like their music: earnest, articulate, and right-on indie-minded people.

Here’s what they had to say about their rave Pitchforkmedia.com review, the joys of creativity, where they got their amazing band name and new 7″, Kurt Cobain’s Cardigan.

On The Pitchforkmedia.com review http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/record_review/148850-the-pains-of-being-pure-at-heart-the-pains-of-being-pure-at-heart

Kip: It was a wonderful thing. I think the things that still matter in the Internet Age, touring and playing for people and putting on a good show—all the things that seem 100% oldschool. I think that’s a good thing; it makes bands work for their dinner. You have to earn people’s acceptance— it’s not just handed to you.

Peggy: It’s cool to receive accolades from the indie community. I think a lot of people heard us for the first time after reading the Pitchfork review.

Where The Pains of Being Pure of Heart Name Came From

Kip: A friend wrote a children’s story called The Pains of Being Pure At Heart and its moral, as all children’s stories have morals, that the time you spend when you’re young traveling with friends and the friendships that you forge at that time of your life are really to be valued and celebrated. It’s a nice way of thinking about our band—we’re all friends and young and we have these adventures getting to go places and play music together. It’s a pretty fitting name. The phrase feels really right.

Artistic intentions/Comparisons to My Bloody Valentine and The Smiths

Kip: It’s always flattering when people draw comparisons to our music to such incredible artists as Morrissey or My Bloody Valentine, but our music is more about us and a natural outgrowth of who we are as people and who we are when we plug in our instruments and play that’s us. We have a huge respect for a huge canon of music through the past, but we’re pretty happy being The Pains of Being Pure At Heart. If people want to draw comparisons to bands that are a lot better than us, that’s fine, but we’re happy to be our own world.

On The Pains of Being Pure At Heart cd

Kip: We wanted to capture that and document that so these songs lived in a permanent way. To have that final product sound like and not be something we’re not. It was a very natural-sounding record.

The Pains of Composition

Alex: Kip writes the songs and brings them to everyone.

Kip: Behind every great writer is a great editor. I think creativity is over-valued in our society. Being creative is a wonderful thing, but being able to pick-and-choose is really important. If it was just me there’d probably be thirty songs on the album and twenty wouldn’t be that good. (laughs)

Peggy: We also get a lot of ideas from just hanging out. Inside jokes and stuff. Like Kurt Cobain’s Cardigan.

Inspiration for Kurt Cobain’s Cardigan 7” single

Kip: All of our experiences and our friends’ experiences, they’re (the songs) very much about our collective experiences, shared experiences. The title’s almost a reference to what the song sounds like. The song sounds a lot like the Vaselines. My introduction to The Vaselines was through Nirvana’s covering of them and Kurt Cobain’s championing of these smaller indie-pop bands that would’ve never gotten mainstream of any attention in the U.S. He took the time to use his celebrity to further other bands and offer listenership. The song isn’t about Kurt ,but the song wouldn’t have existed were it not for Kurt Cobain.

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The Pains of Being Pure At Heart Myspace page: http://www.myspace.com/thepainsofbeingpureatheart

THE NEW MARY JANE!

Saturday, January 24th, 2009

realbucflyerThe New Mary Jane Dave Shouse and Scott Taylor, formerly of the mighty Grifters, have their new thing going off called The New Mary Jane (see Beatles if you don’t get the reference.) Groovy, more guitar-driven than say Those Bastard Souls, Shouse’s previous solo, and then later, band incarnation. What it sounds like Hail The Young Girls is a spacey, heavy, drum n’ guitar thang. Shouse still channels Bowie gracefully. Guitars and bass and synth effects still collide and reign supreme thankfully. The Chinese government prides itself On delivering a clear blue sky for the holidays Great new stuff form two of the greats in the indie world everyone with any sense of taste was dying to see play together again. Be ready to run right out when The New Mary Jane cd drops and if you’re lucky enough to see them play live, prepare to be blown away. Years ago my brother’s friends and I traveled three hours in the snow in Upstate New York to see The Grifters play. Joan as Police Woman’s lovely Joan Wasser was in attendance, and when the Grifters laid into Bummer from One Sock Missing (Shangri-la Records) she and we couldn’t help from bopping our Heads to a sound coming through the stacks unlike anything we’d ever heard before. Again, prepare to be blown away. Link to three mp3s at The New Mary Jane Myspace: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=373565214

New Church Album

Thursday, January 22nd, 2009

Wherein Steve Kilbey spills the beans on the Church’s follow-up to 2006’s masterful Uninvited Like The Clouds:

sknew church album(straight from the panthers mouth)

been listening to new church album
we gonna try n do some final fixes and stuff
it should all be finished soonish
can reveal names of songs
not necessarily in this order
hope the other churchmen dont mind me spilling the beans
(fuck em if they cant take a joke!)
COBALT BLUEPRINT
this will be the opener for sure
weird chord progression
claustrophobic mood
loads of beautiful guitar solos
sample lyric:
motel bar the dirty sulky moon
turn my head up
let it all cocoon
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DEADMANS HAND
i play a downwards guitar thing
marty plays a complicated up n down bass
tim weighs in at end with george harrison guitar solo
one of my faves anyway
sample lyric :
dealing out love n retribution
dealing out the deadmans hand
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OPERETTA
probably the closer of the album
i play piano
marty on bass
pete on string guitar
frankie k on whimsical 12 string
this is like a mini song cycle
i think this is a fucking cracker!
you gonna love it or else
sample lyric:
in summer time
picking up an insistent distant beat
beach comber come home now
come in from the heat
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PANGAEA
beatley melodic mellotrons
if there was a single
this would be it i suppose
sample lyric :
pangaea uh uh alright
pangaea uh ah together

this ones easy to love!
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HAPPENSTANCE
i dunno …pastoral or something
then marty starts singing too
and things become darker
like im in day
and hes in night
lots of weird noises on there
some lovely fuckedup guitar sounds
but still its very melodic
sample lyric:
marty : close your eyes in the dark
theyve opened up a door
you feel the energy arc…
me : when the honeyed days of love return
and the king is drunk upon his throne
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SUNKEN SUN
a shorter strange little song
female mellotron vox
me doing a santana lead at the end (he hopes!)
sample lyric :
i ripped up my return ticket
n hurled it into the sky
i kneeled down n i kissed the ground
i knew then it was your turn to fly
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SPACE SAVIOUR
ok this one rocks
its rocks raggedly n stumbling along
i play guitar
marty plays drums
i dunno
its got piano n organ n stuff too
it really doth rock, childe
sample lyric:
oh my little panda
i dont understand her
with her natural grandeur
and i cant let it go….
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ANCHORAGE
a cold and nasty song
about some ambiguous ‘orrible goings on
i play discordant guitar
peter on twin basses
cello too
icy!
sample lyric :
down at the docks
i was shocked not to be discovered..
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LUNAR
downright weird dark little song
that changes all over the place
until before yer very eyes it turns into
a brief anthemic doo dah
indescribable!
sample lyric:
all that it was was a cannibal buzz
leading you on day on day
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ON ANGEL STREET
i play organ
frankie on bass
marty on disturbed guitar
a sad sad song
sample lyric:
i saw your brother during lunch
i knew at once that he was mad
he had
been standing in the rain
to catch some snow
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overall this is a pretty impressive record
a different atmosphere from ultc by a long shot
there will also be an e.p.
featuring
pangaea
so love may find us(the epic)
l.l.c. pk singing
insanity mwp singing

stay tuned

Original post at THE TIME BEING, Kilbey’s bloggy:

http://stevekilbey.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-church-albumstraight-from-panthers.html

Touching From A Distance, The Story of Ian Curtis by Deborah Curtis

Monday, January 12th, 2009

Touching From A Distance is a tremendous gift to Joy Division fans and anyone else who might care about the star-making machine and its human toll. 

This book is captivating as all hell, a peek behind the veil into who Ian Curtis was in his homelife, in addition to being just the guy who wrote Unknown Pleasures. After all, Deborah Curtis has an innate understanding of the man as she saw the madness closest-at-hand.images-1

The early chapters concern, inevitably, the formative years of Ian and his future bandmates in New Order and Joy Division, respectively to their later larger fame. Ian was obsessed, as so many young men of that era, with Iggy and Bowie. Ms. Curtis does a fantastic job of letting us see how they came to be a married couple with a new child by the early age of 21 and the sad, tragic effect this had on a rising star in the shameless rock business. Ian wouldn’t live to see 24.

What’s most stunning here is that Deb Curtis seems to have inherited, inhabited even parts of Ian’s reality and hallow-graphically, rather than hagiographically, represented the many attributes of Ian’s poetic gifts and stunning sensitivity and window into the human condition. In point of fact, she proves herself equally gifted. God bless Ms. Curtis for what she endured in losing Ian and having her family shattered, and her return to her better senses and the legacy of inheritor/benefactor to her fair share of Joy Division’s not inconsiderable fortune. Lord knows she deserves all this and more for all she’s been through.  My hat is off to her. Run, don’t walk to Barnes & Noble or your computer for excerpts.

Oh, how I realized how I wanted time 
Put into perspective, tried so hard to find 
Just for one moment thought I’d found my way 
Destiny unfolded, I watched it slip away

Now that I’ve realized how it’s all gone wrong 
Gotta find some therapy, this treatment takes too long 
Deep in the heart of where sympathy held sway 
Gotta find my destiny before it gets too late

-Twenty-Four Hours, Joy Division Closer

Joy Division documentary film clip here: http://pitchfork.tv/week/joy-division/ 

Truly, Truly Oldschool Dope Jams

Monday, December 29th, 2008

imagesDopebox – Jack Drag (other than the obvious reasons, it’s a virtually flawless record for smokin’ n’ drinkin’ & feelin’ swell)

Way To Blue- Nick Drake

This is the record originally referred to as “cocktail music for people who have ceased to give a fuck”)

Muswell Hillbillies, Village Green Pres. Society- The Kinks
(If 20th Century Man alone doesn’t make you want to set fire to yours or your parents’ home, chances are you’re already dead.)

Warner Greatest Hits- The Faces (speaks for itself)
All for Nothing/Nothing for all- Replacements (ditto)
Debt & Departure- Those Bastard Souls (From the opening chords & crescendo of “The Last Thing I Ever Wanted Was To Show Up & Blow Your Mind” Shouse’s got us fellow suburban refuge/suferrees right where he wants us, & to though I was stone bleeding sober when this record came out, I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I’d need to be high to appreciate this gem properly. And boy have I!)

Flying Burrito Brothers- Farther Along (excerpt: “You said you loved me/ Then you stole my clothes/ I loved you baby/But that’s the way that it goes…” If you’ve been snoozing on this one like I was until a best friend ruined me with “The Dark End of The Street” two summers ago, r-u-n run run your skinny little ass on down to the record store & like me, grab the copy some junkie sold back for a bag, the only reasonable excuse for any cameo of Graham Parsons in a used bin other than the obvious, brain damage or a penchant for fuckin’ Bryan Adams. Don’t get me started.)

Grace- Jeff Buckley (If his cover of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelulah” isn’t the closest thing to aural orgasm I’ve had in years, his original “Lover, You Should’ve Come Over” usually puts me over the edge. Missed the boat on this one too for three years, then lost my mind one night when I heard “Last Goodbye” on some crappy Boston radio. He will always be missed.)

Definitely Maybe- Oasis (Truth be told, makes me want to start drinkin’/getting’ high again. Oh well, thanks lads for when you didn’t suck.)
Modern Lovers- eponymous (excerpt: “I don’t want some cocaine sniffing triumph in a bar/ I don’t wanna triumph in a car/ I want someone I can care about…./or NOTHING!!!” Just get it already!!!)

“The Universal”- Blur (almost cry to this tune it’s soooo good)
“Into My Arms”- Nick Cave (ditto)
“Brandy & Curls”- Creeper Lagoon (sounds like Pavement meets Replacements, kinda, but you kinda can’t lose)
Terror Twilight- Pavement (Uh, you’re either on the bus or you’re off it by now, Kids.)
“Partner For Life”, “Temporary Beauty”, “The Three Martini Lunch”, “Haunted Episodes”, “Don’t Bother With The Local Girls)”, “I Want You Back”, etc.- Graham Parker A musician who’s not to missed, simply. A poor man’s Elvis Costello if you will, but that’s just not fair to such a fine fartiste.

Songs of Love & Hate- Leonard Cohen (My friend Kim’s got my copy which is probably for the best because “Avalanche” slays me from the giddyup. Least I got her

Lyle Lovett with “Simple Song.” Eh heh.
Greatest Hits 1 & 2- Lenny Cohen

A girl I was trying to shag in Cambridge, let’s call her “Amy”, borrowed 2 & never gave it back. Worth it for “Everybody Knows” alone, but there’s like 8 other killers. 1’s with my ex, so there’s no chance she’s ever surrendering that artifact, along with my copy of Beth Orton’s “Central Reservation”, perhaps the most exquisite musical artifact to appear all year.

Summer Teeth, A.M.- Wilco  Not sure I would’ve made it without ‘em. God bless Jeff.

Remember To Forget: On Blur & Their Impending Reunion Tour

Monday, December 29th, 2008

Damon Albarn sure has a great sense of humor, or at the very least an amazing predeliction/penchant for irony to rival the best of sarcastic songwriters since Mr. Raymond Douglas Davies, Elastica frontchick Justine’s necessarily subjective post-breakup take be damned. As pretty much most of us know by now (or should, thanks in no small measure to NME’s continual blatherings on the gossipy side of things), “Tender,” Blur’s first single off their last interesting, hit-n’-miss collection “13”, redresses the relationship gone wrong in a sly, underhand way, and proves to my not-always-so-distinguishing ear as good a piece of popcraftsmanship we’ve seen mostly all year, its lift and swoon easing us into the not-so-tender sentiment of “Tender is the touch/Of someone that you love too much, ”  after beginning with the aching reminiscence “Tender is the night/ Lying by your side.” Albarn, here playing up the role of spurned lover, lets us in on the secrets of his fragile, feral heart. The lover he sings of no longer lying in his arms, the melody suggestive of the very possibility that she’s actually lying with another, and he’s just not too bloody certain he can make it without her, Albarn & Co. then goading him/themselves back on with a plaintive “Come on come on/ Get through it….”

Reminding us and himself that we’ve all been there, we’ve all suffered the dissolution of what we felt the truest of romance and affection, and yes life does go on in much the same fashion, no matter how much at the time we might wish it wouldn’t.

 Yeah, “Tender” did it for me, especially the nice live “Hey Jude-y” version of it that appeared late one superstoned Sunday night on EmptyV, did it to the point where I pretty much jumped straightup from my what was once my ex-girlfriend’s stepfather’s LazyBoy, ear-to-ear grinning at the beautiful simplicity of the number and the sheer cosmic freight of this Napolean-complexed genius of a songstyler’s take on his (and by extension, all) relationships. For “Tender,”Albarn employed both an orchestra AND a gang of soul singers to take this revenge-cum-wistfulness number to twin poles of aural revelation: it reads like a simple poem about the loss of loving and the necessity of healing oneself in the face of the ordinary human relationship “tragedies,” but then Graham Cox’s weigh-in on the tune feels to be the sweet, touching element that polishes the diamond in the rough to a sparkling, twinkling sheen.

Another Blur gem to be reckoned with, cigarette-smoked to, dissected and enjoyed over and over is “The Universal,” (from 1995’s The Great Escape) which for my stop, (please DON’T grab yr) cock, n’roll dollar is pretty much about as good as it gets. Straight from its opening swell I’m lost upon a gently swaying but somehow troublefree sea wherein the foundation of the fortress of my not-so-holy soul feels as if the world’s instantly become a safer place for moms, babies, sleeping dogs, and apple pie (who the fuck do I think I am, Gordon “Stink” Sumner? writing claptrap like that—-sorry, friends),—gently enfolded, as swaddled and protected as a newborn by a mercurial dreamlike melody in which I’m promptly assured,

 

            “This is the next century/ Where the universal’s free

            You can find it anywhere

            Yes, the future has been sold

            Every night we’re gone/ & to karaoke songs

            How we like to sing along/ though the words are wrong

            IT REALLY REALLY REALLY COULD HAPPPEN!!!

            When the days they seem to fall through you

            Well just let them go….

 

Then, as if that alone weren’t enough to just about ruin you or me, Albarn pleas

 

            No one here is alone/ satellites in every home

            Yes the universal’s here/ here for everyone

            Every paper that you read

            Says tomorrow’s your lucky day

            Well here’s your lucky day

            It really really REALLY could happen, etc.

 

How endearingly assuring! the kicker here of course being that while the music is lulling me into a false sense of emotional accomodation and your basic Georgey Harrison-y feel-good I’m ok you’re ok at-peaceness with my surroundings, Albarn’s cheeky subtext is absolutely battering my former-English major/existentialist in search of independence sense of mortality with the other, more certain & certainly much less pleasant universal: that, finally, we are all utterly solely alone, both liberated and imprisoned to think and feel whatever we will within the space between our ears, & to lift from an old friend’s lyric, echoes the resounding resurgence that one day “We all die alone, undercover or overexposed.” And yet, the music and mock-tragic depth, the coy knowing clarity and beauty of Albarn’s voice so plaintively makes it plea that for these 3 & 1/2 minutes at least we’re transported, levitated, set adrift from our fears and are, for the time being at least, somehow more accommodated or at-peace with what the eventual fate of our painfully painstakingly overexposed and overblown life-experiences have been, will be. So there. 

 Ps. Blur’s back together as of the beginning of 2009.

 

 

 

 

 

            

California Uber Alles

Saturday, December 27th, 2008

 

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ALWAYS SATURDAY

Monday, December 22nd, 2008
Waterfall pavement shimmering
Sunshine washes everything
A basket of light, I am trusting
To water the lawn is a wondrous thing

If I could have it this way I know I'd
I'd wanna live where it's like today
I'd wanna live where it's always this way
I wanna live where it's always Saturday

A chorus of laughter fills the air
Everyone's going everywhere
So many choices it's not fair
I hop in the car and I just sit there

I don't need, need to think about how much I
I wanna live where it's all the same
I wanna live where it's all just like today
I wanna live where it's always Saturday

In the shops are shining things
I can I can see them glittering
I wish that I could buy them all
I wish I lived in a shopping mall

Shady back yard afternoon
Summer clothes and tennis shoes
When the light begins to fade
A porch swing creaks with lemonade...

A shower of whispers glow and bloom
Late night movie fills the room
Streetlights twinkling like dew
I close my eyes, it ends too soon

All in dreams, I can dream now oh how I
I wanna live where it's like today
I wanna live where it's always this way
I wanna live where it's always Saturday
-Guadalcanal Diary, 2X4 (Elektra Records)

THE DEREK MIGHTY EXPERIENCE

Friday, November 28th, 2008

Hailing from Duxbury, Massachussetts and weilding a Stones-meets-Sonic guitar onslaught, DM-EX is a true original descended from a long line of rock n’ roll heroes. DM-EX, a self-taught virtuoso— has come out swinging with his first eponymous 5-song ep. Taste the magic:the derek mighty x-perience-deathride-in-f#

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