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Talking Heads

Prince and The Revolution

The Auteurs

McAlmont & Butler

Blur

Pulp

The Tears

Much prefer to see the original Suede lineup.

And, did Pulp actually break up or was Jarvis just taking a break to do a solo thing?

both Karl & Mike have been through a lot since those days, I could see it.

 

how about Rockpile

Rockpile -- YES!

Apologies if I already posted this.

Either way, I would love to meet some of you if you can make it. I go on early, so even though it's a Thursday...

And if you do come. PLEASE introduce yourself to me, even if it is a little strange stating your internet handle out-loud.

Hasn't Cheap Trick pretty much been playing pretty consistently for the last 30 years or so? They had a line up change years ago but that didn't stick for too long and I think they're all back playing around every few years. I may be wrong though.

Yes, they have.

And not only that, but they've put out a couple of pretty excellent new albums within the last 10 -- incuding Rockford (2006), which ranks right up there with In Color, or at least with Dream Police. (It's a lot better than the latter, actually.)

I thought I recently saw Shrimp Boat listed as playing somewhere in the Chicagoland area........

You did not.

It would have been a bigger deal if they had, and I would have certainly heard of it and been there.

Since I no longer drink to get drunk, cheap beer is no longer worth my time or money.

My boys particularly love:

"Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick" - Ian Dury

But try to avoid "Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll"

The Attractions

Although I love the latter...

Bob Andrews > Steve Neive

Tom Z

We'll miss you there.

 

 

Of all bands to reunite, this is the band that should do it. The real kicker is that Westerberg rarely tours anymore. If it takes a reunion to get him out, I'll take it.

Not saying that they're not worth seeing, but I've seen them twice already without Bob (once at the final show at Grant Park) and, they were good. Really good. But Bob added that element of teetering on the edge (and sometimes pushed them over), that made them truly exciting.

No Bob = no real interest.

I've seen a couple of reunion shows (Big Star and Television). Both were amazing. Although I know that most don't go that way.

As far as who I'd like to see reunite:

Shrimp Boat

Brinsley Schwarz

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What was i thinking with this mix???? It's all over the place!

That's the best kind!!!

Are you sure it wasn't Merle Haggard? He wrote the song and I'm not sure if Waylon ever recorded it, but I could be wrong. The song was also a Grateful Dead staple as well.

Merle Haggard. That's what I said!

:oops

And, I've heard the Dead's version now, but it doesn't hold a candle.

"Girls and Boys" - Blur

I love Oedipus Schmoedipus.

And this new one got one helluva review at AMG:

4.5 Stars

Throughout his solo career, composer and multi-instrumentalist Barry Adamson has relentlessly pursued a muse that appeared with his first full-length solo offering, Moss Side Story, released in 1989 six full years before we heard David Holmes' This Film's Crap, Let's Slash the Seats. On that album he began composing and recording his "soundtrack in search of a film" M.O. and has, with almost each successive release -- with the notable exceptions of As Above, So Below and King of Nothing Hill, which were more explicitly song collections but still had that cinematic element at their core -- gone deeper down the rabbit hole; he's even composed scores for a number of cinematic works, most notably David Lynch's Lost Highway. Adamson's seven previous full-lengths approached notions of noir, light, dark, lounge, rock, funk, soul-jazz, and blues, with a gleefully morose, sleazy, and violent sense of the dramatic and dynamic. In some ways, Adamson was able to incorporate some of the work he's done as the bassist for Magazine, and even more so for Nick Cave's Bad Seeds, as further reference points in his journey into sound and texture. With 2006's Stranger on the Sofa, Adamson displayed his capacity for handling many of the instrumental and sound sculpting atmospherics without the help of others. He furthers that capacity here with a most delightfully sleazy, lounge-sodden blend of jazz, pop, rock, and spy movie/noir thriller film themes with this collection of songs and interludes, which make for the most dramatically enjoyable recording of his career thus far.

 

And even if it is the next logical step in a journey of surprises, it goes further than anyone -- save himself -- could have ever expected. The title Back to the Cat is, in some ways a full-circle return to the motivating factors behind Moss Side Story -- named for the violent part of Manchester he grew up in -- and the EP that preceded it, The Man with the Golden Arm. That said, those were both deeply referential (inside) works to the cinematic obsessions Adamson has held all his life, and this recording gathers the inspiration from those records, adds the heft, depth, and breadth he displayed on the songwriting albums mentioned above, and has created a far more welcoming project for new listeners. Evidence to support this is that he is actually fronting a band and touring behind it -- something he has never done before as a solo act.

 

Despite playing a slew of instruments, doing the majority of the arrangements, and producing, creating, and editing his own samples, Adamson recruited some excellent help here: there's a killer four-piece horn section, and a rhythm section featuring no less than Nick Plytas on Hammond B-3 and piano, bassist Iain Ross, and a swinging drummer who goes by the name Johnny Machin. The brooding synth and drum kit, the slow, West Side Story-esque finger pops, and the snaky little oboe-like phrase that commence "The Beaten Side of Town" also introduce its narrator: some back alley cross between the young hipster Scott Walker doing his best Jacques Brel doing his best Frank Sinatra singing a tune written by Kurt Weill and Bertolt Brecht, arranged by Nelson Riddle. It's a scene set in a smoky, back alley blind pig written by Colin MacInnes if he were really Hubert Selby, Jr. Uh huh. Now we're rolling. What's so utterly beguiling about this cut is that despite Adamson's obvious attempt to deliver that kind of swinger's cool in the heart of darkness as a vocalist, there isn't a thing that reeks of artificiality or artifice. It's got a wallop both musically and lyrically, especially when the reverbed guitars and the horns erupt in the bridge, or when a trumpet and some vibes are laid in the cut with only a snare, hi hat, and walking upright bass to accompany them. His last words, after a completely raucous jazzed up blues that celebrates the all the perceived lowlifes in an urban locale are: "The beaten side of town/And I'm goin down." It's a low thrum, almost a growl, as the keeper of the netherworld opens the gates to the real nightlife for the journey ahead. Adamson's protagonist is going ahead whether you accompany him or not. He knows the way, after all, even if he can't predict the outcome. But after this entrance, how can you help it?

 

It's not all lounge, jazz, and pop, however; the staggering creep of "Spend a Little Time" announces an Elvis-worshipping hepcat's rock & roll into the mix as it careens jaggedly into the killer "Shadow of Death Hotel." Here funky, loping rock meets soul guitars, and a heat-seeking B-3 with bass and drums in tow challenges the horns for dominance. Halfway through it becomes a balls-out garage rocker worthy of Sticky Fingers before it shapeshifts again into a flute-driven soul-jazz groover. Who the hell needs words when you have music like this? It's a crooner's busted love song that melds Adamson's obvious appreciation of James Carr's and Memphis soul arrangements with the poetry of his old boss from the Bad Seeds, Nick Cave. The bottom line is that there are no losers here, nothing tepid, nothing less that enchanting or worlds beyond what most songwriters and/or composers are capable of these days. Check "Walk on Fire" with its fat, funky butt, wah-wah, chunka-chunka guitar line and stinging horns married to brazen sexual neediness in the words, and you have a hit single that nobody would dare play. Think Duane Eddy meets John Barry with Lux Interior on vocals. "Flight" is a wonderfully nocturnal instrumental with elements of Latin funk in the criss-crossing rhythms, channel-shifting sound effects, and a full-on interlude into the psychosis at the heart of three a.m. decadence.

 

"Civilization," with its break-ridden jungle backbeat atop a gospel piano horns is simply genius. The boasting narrator knows where redemption and heaven lie, but it may be in the same place you've been taught in church, y'all. The acid-drenched Serge Gainsbourg-esque trippy jazz of "Psycho_Sexual" brings the horror of a breaking, bleary, gray day after the end of a night of singular excess right to the narrator's doorstep. It also signals the end of our orgiastic musical journey with Adamson through his aural cinema of obsessive archetypes ranging from guttersnipe hustlers, spies, junkies, willfully brutal and needy sexual predators and their victims to musical heroes too numerous to mention. It is presented with wry and delightfully steamy nastiness to be sure. But make no mistake, this is a truly mind-blowing work of musical sophistication. And Adamson is a startlingly gifted composer who is also a brilliant storyteller in sound, word, texture, and mythology both arcane and contemporary. He is at the absolute height of his powers on Back to the Cat. It is among the best records of 2008 and is singular in its achievement.

Anyone else heard his stuff?

He's pretty great. Also worked with Nick Cave.

EDIT:

Streaming audio at his web site here:

http://www.barryadamson.com

Just heard it for the first time recently.

Damn.

The only thing wrong with it is that it's too short.

So, so great.

Where else should I go with Merle (not including box sets that i have to plunk down a shitton of cash for)?

Belly - Feed the Tree

Good one!

Which reminds me of:

"Cannonball" - The Breeders

(Tanya Donneley was on the first Breeders record)

While parts of it are good, the VU song "Sister Ray" is mostly unlistenable noise.

Sex and Candy-Marcy Playground

One I always associate with that one:

"The Way" - Fastball

New Radicals

Thank you.

Love that song.

One-hit Wonders, only:

"There She Goes" - The La's

"Backwater" - Meat Puppets

"A Deeper Shade Of Soul" - Urban Dance Squad

"Detachable Penis" - King Missle

"Groove Is In the Heart" - Deee-Lite

"You Get What You Give" - (what was their name?)

"Disneyland" - Dada

And agreed with Smoking Popes!

(I'm sure that I'll think of more later.)

Great album, but Let It Be sounds a like hissy, treble-y poo-poo platter.

Some bottom-end... please?

That's what I'm waiting to hear re-mastered!