31 January 2011

Guitar Shop Assholes


Does anyone know a good place to get an amp fixed in the Yay Area? I bought a fender twin and it doesn't work. It's the real deal though, US of A made. So I took it to Guitar Works in SF on Portrero Ave. That was 2 months ago and still my amp isn't ready. How the hell am I ever going to learn to shred like Don Dokken if I can't play with my amp?

29 January 2011

The Dirtys- Teenage Teenage Problem Child

It's always refreshing to hear The Dirtys, even if these songs don't quite match the heights of the best album tunes like "You Should Be Sinnin'." There is a fuck-all quality to these guys, as every song sounds like it could implode at any moment. Tight only means plowed in their lexicon. Legend has it they had legendary ingestion appetites, and if that kind of thing can be illustrated through sound, this might do it. If cheap trucker speed affects folks variably, I give you The Dirtys, playing different songs when they're playing at the same time. And it works, charmingly, if you're predisposed to love the underdog. They're like that lovable mutt who eats the neighbor's turtle and has really bad drug problems. You know the one.

28 January 2011

Hit Me

This single highlights the Neckbones' schizophrenia. Or, as mama used to say, too many cooks spoil the broth. I don't know the details, but with more than two songwriters with different styles, you might have quality-control problems. I love Souls on Fire, but it is a better record with ten songs, not sixteen. We got a similar problem here. The A-side, "Hit Me," is debauched fun, bringing back those wonderful early morning felt memories when you and your buddies are all beaked over the table, spewing bad jokes and driving the post-dinner couples back to their rooms, whooping it up and laying it down and waking up the next afternoon with a stupid smile and two crumpled bills on the night table. It's a Vegas party anthem for the wee hours and nay a saxophone blows. You can almost smell the puke when that sucker ends. The B-side is a generic, blues-based bar rocker.  OK, in the old days, the b-side was supposed to blow. But not anymore. One dude got one side and the other got the flip, and we got bipolar disorder.  Note to self: program Tyler Keith songs consecutively and get sorry ass back to the green. Those bastards still have my money.

26 January 2011

The Gospel Swingers- Mississippi


Wow, I forgot I owned this, which I suppose is part of the fun of grab bag theater. This has to be one of the more obscure IntheRed releases, despite the star-studded pedigree. If Feast of Snakes, Blacktop, and Fireworks ring bells, prick up your ears. This falls on the R&B tip of the 90s' embrace of older music (OK, this came out in 2001, ya nitpicker), and it's hard not to hear the echo of Jon Spencer somewhere in the studio background. No incessant shrieks of "Gospel Swingers, Gospel Swingers" as backup vocals, but I'm guessing these folks have heard a Joe Tex record or two. Look, if a chorus consisting of the spelling of a poor southern state frightens you, maybe you should pass. Me, I kinda dig that "hump back hump back i" closer, and I'm just a wee bit sad that the good people at ITR passed on the album that came after this. Now maybe it was as stinky as the Now Time Delegation (three members of that band play here, and I never heard the damn thing, as it was released years later on some obscure Euro label), and so no stones thrown, but if you see this one in the dollar bin, snatch it up and sing along. That chorus will take you back to first grade.

25 January 2011

Home is Where the Floor Is


OK, so the blind grab has its downfalls- everybody knows how damn good this is, so what's there to say? And I do believe, but correct me if I am wrong, that this remains relatively available. Hell, my copy comes from RocknRoll Blitzkrieg in Berkeley, CA, so copies must be around for the taking, unless they're not. Let me point out that you get four songs of non-generic, ole Aussie p-rock power, and not just two. Double your pleasure and double your fun. I believe Bill Hicks said that. And must we really go after the president tonight? Really? Instead, let's talk about kegerator maintenance, because if you're going to pour confidently at your next shindig, you don't want mountains of head landing atop your boss's first pour. It is critical to clean the lines, faucet and taps. I can't emphasize this enough. Invest in beer cleaning line solvents and your IPAs will taste like the hopbomb from that disturbing dream last night. Second, don't be afraid to play with your regulator. Sure, most "experts" recommend keeping PSI at 12, but your unit is special, so treat her with the attention to detail she deserves. Finally, and rarely mentioned in most literature, make sure your beer line doesn't sag below the tap. Sagging can cause kinks that lead to wild beer, and you sure don't need 3/4 foam when the family comes over. Whip that line around your tap to assure that gravity doesn't rear its ugly head. Let's review- clean, play and whip, and not necessarily in that order. Keep those three verbs in mind, put the X single on repeat, and you've got yourself a hell of a Super Bowl party.

24 January 2011

The Brides- Bad Attitude


I don't own that many singles, relatively, so my superlatives are generally ignorant and histrionic. That said, I'm not sure I've heard a better rock 'n roll single than this one. It's just, well, perfect. Sorry about that. It makes me wonder whether you should bemoan the lp that never came, or take the untarnished genius that is this single and be happy nothing came along to suck the air out of things. Who's to say? Anyway, I've owned this since it came out and each time it just screams from those speakers, and how many records can you say that about?

22 January 2011

Glam It Up, Gentlemen


This single should win an Oscar for catchiest, gayest, stupidest and greatest single of the past several years. It certainly has the biggest hooks this side of a White Wires record. I'm not sure how comfortable I am with my sons singing along to "Boys Life," but I'll live. I had a spicy Korean pork sandwich today that wasn't as good as this single. I paid X for a new album yesterday that does not have single moment in the same area code as this record. If singles are meant for singing along to, this is teleological, which is probably the name of their next offering. Enjoy the glory- I'm going to.

21 January 2011

Crossed-Eyed


I remember the turn to rock in the 90s, and now everyone wants to turn their backs on enjoying that shift. I don't know- I liked Supershitty to the Max. I liked Turbonegro. Sure, most bands were wanky and tuneless, but acknowledging the obvious debt to childhood seemed honest to me. I could sing along, even if the hair thing remained a problem. Entering these sweepstakes was one Rocket 455, and the single here is "Crossed-Eyed/Headin' for the Texas Border." Forget the A-side, but the flip is a beast- just everything this kind of big rock is supposed to deliver- anthemic chorus, driving, simplistic chord progressions, and dumb travel lyrics. That it's a Flaming Groovies cover will attest to, well, the fine songwriting skills of Mr. Loney. These guys had a pretty good ep if I recall, but that appears to be in the lost file.

Not So Young, Still Filthy


Let me scream into the ether one more time- The Problematics record on Ripoff is one of the finest examples of snot-nosed anthemic punk rock ever released. I'll take a swig and let that dissipate into the virtual tunnel our good friend Ted Stevens used to call a bunch of tubes. Kick forward many years and the good people at Big Neck release a new band with that same P-matics singer, and they're calling themselves The Shirks, and damn if it ain't just straightforward, almost-but-not-quite-as-great p-rock action. Really. One would think the singer of that particular band would be smoking out of his neck, but the pipes have been maintained and he sounds exactly as he did when he was probably a teenager causing his dear mother no small amount of heartache. I would go right now to www.bigneckrecords.com and purchase a bunch of singles. They ain't all winners, but this one is. And get that Seger Liberaton Army cd, and maybe a Baseball Furies record. Stay away from the 7-10 Splits, though- those guys really suck.

20 January 2011

Digging in the Basement for Olde English Love


I bought Bantam Rooster's Deal Me In for a buck a few weeks back, and that thing still brings the big sound, unlike just about every other two-man band not named Flat Duo Jets. Tom Potter's voice is a national treasure, and you should be able to walk into the Smithsonian, push a button of Olde English and hear that crazy backwoods scream. It would cost about five buckos to pull off, and we could keep the top tax rate at island purchasing levels. No funding for commie art! Starvation breeds quality! Let them eat ramen! Anyway, I was rummaging through the basement and discovered this box of old singles, so what better project to start and then abandon than to review a couple and then go back to the frustrating business of reducing the foam on the fucking kegerator. What we have with the first blind pick is something new from Mr. Potter that, how shall we say it, does not live up to the earlier work. Two fairly generic riffs coming at you middle-aged crawl. Not that the old shit was all about speed (hell, one of my favorite Rooster numbers is "Summer in Hamtramck," which sounds like Kim Salmon on ludes), but there ain't a lotta here here unless hearing that voice again is enough to make you put on "Pony Up" again and search the back of the closet for your Vegas Shakedown video. It lays there, and that's about it. Hell, this was probably just a cheap excuse to get loaded with buddies while the wives took the kids to waterworld. Potter will be back, but if not, the three Bantam records, the SLA shit (wildly underappreciated) and all that Dirtbombs banter is enough for the discerning asshole.

19 January 2011

Why Do You Think I Like... Cocaine?


I knew an 'ol boy who took his girl out on a country road the other day. Stopped his car and took his key out. Says to his gal, "Now are you gonna be like a Camel and walk a mile? Or like a Chesterfield that satisfy?" She said, "It depends on if it's King size or regular, daddy?"
And so begins Abner Jay's "I'm So Depressed," the first song on the "terrible comedy blues" that is The True Story of Abner Jay that Mississippi Records released last year. I've had a burn of this for several years but ain't nothing like the real thing, and if you play this back-to-back with Folk Song Stylist, which Mississippi also put out, you will hear more than just the Charles Barkley of one-man bands- you'll get warmth and beauty coming from those cheap ole speakers, because when the man is not tellin' dick jokes ("Listen. They got a pill on the market now, for fellas who're havin' a little trouble, but you got gotta swallow it down quickly 'cause if you don't you'll get a stiff neck."), he's singing ever so smoothly about cocaine or Vietnam or terrible things. Abner is one of those singers who will help you put your self-pity in perspective- somehow your pain just feels silly when you hear his voice, because you have to believe he has suffered far worse than you ever will, and he's still doing butt gags and sprayin' soldier jokes ("A young boy was in here last night. He had just been drafted. He had to go to Vietnam. and he had his little 'old girlfriend with him. And she was crying because he had to leave her behind for the front. it was hard when he left. So they left here and went down to the depot and she was cryin' down there because he pulled out too soon. So he kissed her and went off in his uniform.") Put this on and follow the liner note directions- now it's buck dancing time!

06 January 2011

A PowerPoint is the Toast of the New Millenium


In the what-are-you-listening-to department, I've been working for hours on my sister's birthday party slide show, and these are the songs open for consideration-

Steve Miller- Jungle Love
Eddie Money- Two Tickets to Paradise
Kansas- Carry On Wayward Son
Monkees- Pleasant Valley Sunday
Journey- Anyway You Want It
Sweet- Fox on the Run
Earth Wind & Fire- Boogie Wonderland
Boston- More Than a Feeling
BTO- Takin' Care of Business
Carpenters- Close to You
ZZ Top- La Grange
The Byrds- Turn Turn Turn
Foreigner- Cold as Ice
Fleetwood Mac- You Make Lovin' Fun
Queen- We Will Rock You

Ok, figure out the three songs that made the cut, and then seek counseling. Anticipating no winners, I offer no prizes. The keg is still going, though, so there's that.

05 January 2011

Listen to Al


In life you have to do a lot of things you don't fucking want to do. Many times, that's what the fuck life is... one vile fucking task after another.

If I bleat when I speak, it's because I've just been fleeced.

Here's my counter-offer to your counter-offer: go fuck yourself.

I'm declaring myself conductor of this meeting as I have the bribe sheet.

Announcing your plans is a good way to hear god laugh.

You want a donkey's attention, you bring a fucking pole down between his ears.

Dan, don't you agree that truth, if only a pinch, must season every falsehood, or else the palate fucking rebels?

Over time, your quickness with a cocky rejoinder must have gotten you many punches in the face.

Pain or damage don't end the world, or despair, or fuckin' beatings. The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man -- and give some back.