Monday Music Roundup
If you're a guy thinking of cutting off those luscious Shannon Hoon locks you've been growing since your sophomore year of high school, what better way to go out than in a blaze of glorious mulletry?
That's definitely what this guy did in a wonderful bit of photo-chronicling (what did we do before the Internet?). Also check his endeavor to consume locally and scramble up a pigeon egg instead of his normal chicken fare. Not to give away the story, but he writes, "All in all, pigeons, I was let down by your egging skills. The yolk was no different than a chicken yolk. I was hoping for some kind of natural spice or kick given all the wacky, awesome stuff you guys eat."
Here are five (no, six!) new songs for you this week, to support your musical habits in the manner to which you've become accustomed:
I think I've asserted this opinion before, but each of us inherently has a certain Required Daily Allowance of funk -- something that makes you wanna stand up from your desk and shake it while you grimace slightly, something that makes you wanna walk down the street like Shaft. You might not know that you have this requirement, you may eschew it - but Miss Fairchild wants to help you stay happy and healthy. Miss Fairchild is a New England band who brings you "fun with a capital K." Although their name conjures up images of a proper British Mary-Poppins-trainee, their velvety funk conjures up visions of a young Prince meets James Brown (and maybe a little of that "Shimmy Shimmy Cocoa Puff" song if we can name-check embarassing '80s pleasures). And I love it. From their Ooh La La Sha Sha EP.
ALSO, they love you so much, they made you a mixtape for free download. You have to register (I just did it, nothing scary happened) but then you get an instant party with 4 of their new songs mixed with pop-funk classics, all in a sleek zip package.
So many years in Sonic Youth may have in fact driven Thurston Moore a little bonkers. All you need do is listen to the closing track on his new solo CD Trees Outside The Academy, where he repeats this line,"What you are about to hear is..." me opening a can of Lysol, me dropping a penny, me snapping the scissoors away at random, etc. And YET, he still sounds cool even just wasting time. Such is the life of a rock legend. Take a listen to this fantastic cut, which sounds like the scuzzy, harmonic art-rock of Rather Ripped meets the likeable melodies of The Archies. The album is his first solo effort since 1995's Psychic Hearts, and will be out in September on (his label) Ecstatic Peace.
Temptation By Your Side
Formed from the ashes of Sub Pop-signees Vue (who opened for everyone from BRMC, The Faint, and Franz Ferdinand to . . . The Rolling Stones), Bellavista is a San Francisco trio of childhood friends who grew up in the picturesque Half Moon Bay area. Fitting with the foggy splendor of those parts, this music is formidable and sounds bigger than a trio -- like it could stand up a dark and brooding Pacific storm. Other tracks on their 2007 self-titled album (Take Root Records) feel like some of the swirl and haze of early Verve, but this song pounds and wails with a slightly off-kilter warble that Julian Casablancas made okay to let loose with. They've got a handful of shows in very cool SF venues coming up.
Tomorrow Is A Long Time
(demo, Bob Dylan cover)
The posthumous collection of unreleased material from British hushed-folk troubadour Nick Drake will finally see release this week. Family Tree (Tsunami Records) is a warm and elemental view of a pensively troubled man, but one who nonetheless loved his music. Drake died in 1974 of an overdose of antidepressants at the green age of 26, leaving behind reels of demo tapes and home recordings. We hear his own sketches, his unfinished vignettes, his duets with family members. He covers artists as varied as Jackson C. Frank, Bert Jansch, and Blind Boy Fuller as well as traditional arrangements. Listen for the lyrical misstep in this Dylan cover at the beginning of the second line (when he starts to say "tomorrow" instead of "tonight") and the clinking of a glass in the background. Intimate and surprisingly lovely.
Hawaii Mud Bombers
Finally - summer's here and the time is right for . . . lots of surf music. I've added four or five surf albums to my collection this past week, including this fun "surf-meets-The-Ramones" blend of Sweden's Hawaii Mud Bombers. Yes, they're from the dappled sunkissed swells (right) of Falun, Sweden, and their album Mondo Primo just saw U.S. release on Wicked Cool Records (the label run by Little Steven Van Zandt, of The Sopranos, the radio show, and the E Street Band -- and trivia answer here, also the writer of the awesome song "Patriot" that Pearl Jam deftly covers in concert). This song's instrumental, but they usually sing along.
BONUS TUNE! This cover is just completely . . . unnecessary and I think you should hear it. A whole new generation of concertgoing ladies (not me) wanted to take their panties off and toss them with wild abandon across his golden stage.
I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor - Tom Jones
(Arctic Monkeys cover, live at that Princess Diana shebang)
Something about hearing the aging bronzed-Welsh-sexbomb Tom Jones sing that line about "dreams of naughtiness" with such gusto definitely makes me want to go take ten very hot showers, maybe pour bleach in my ears.
[via my favorite guys who beat me to the rip]