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Micro-Reviewery 8: Randy and the RN’s, Horizon Chase OST, Red Wolf, PETFSB

 

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Randy and The RN’s – Deezius Maximus

This one man indie pop sounds noisier and snottier than Weezer would ever want to be, but it gives everything a fringe edge. The lumbering “Karma Magnet” is my favorite, with abrasively jangling guitars providing a sweet steel wool bed for the whining summer melodies. Still, if the tempo’s were slightly sped up, Randy could probably shave a minute off every song and make them infinitely cooler.
B

https://randyandtherns.bandcamp.com/album/deezius-maximus

Please Eat the Fucking Sandwich Bitch – 2

While this claims to be black metal, cybergrind, and post-rock, it’s really just FL Studios-core. No vocals, no cool melodies, no creativity, and a ton of that awful processed guitar sound. PETFSB’s mom probably tells him this stuff is super creative because she has little knowledge of underground music. Jay Decay of 50 Ways to Kill Me was making GOOD music like this back in the early 2000s, and all his music’s free here. Download his stuff and bang your head, forget eating a fucking sandwich or being called please bitch.

D-

https://pleaseeatthefuckingsandwichbitch.bandcamp.com/album/petfsb-2

Barry Leitch – Horizon Chase Official Soundtrack

In a continuing effort to validify iPhone games, Horizon Chase developers knew they needed a booty-bustin’ veteran game musician. They got Barry Leitch, the Scottish man who crafted totally radical tunes for the Rush arcade series and Top Gear. While Rush was more about drum ‘n’ bass trash, the latter was all awesomeness and Leitch channels its power to great effect here. What’s funny is that despite retro chiptune junk being crammed down our throats for years, Horzion Chase is obviously crafted by a man who understands it, making a soundtrack that betters most loving memories of F-Zero and OutRun 2019. Some of the remixes tacked on are a little drab, but otherwise this is a classy effort.

A-

https://barryleitch.bandcamp.com/album/horizon-chase-official-soundtrack-remixes

Red Wolf – Hell is Other People

What the fuck is this? Red Wolf is evidently a poet, but do self-respecting poets normally appropriate famous Jean-Paul Sartre-isms for their album titles? Most writers probably wouldn’t slap a “Rated R” tag on tracks either, although most wouldn’t produce drivel like “My hands moving up your thighs/Into your ass my fingers now pry”. Sometimes there’s backing music, largely GarageBand pre-sets. His voice randomly spikes into an overtly distorted mess, as though the Wolf-man bought a computer microphone at the gas station. If that’s all the guy can afford, I’m surprised he can get anyone to “suck on [his] balls…/until [they’re] raping [Red Wolf] with [their] tongue”.

F-

https://redwolf.bandcamp.com/album/hell-is-other-people

WILD AND TRASHY SINATRA SWINGERS

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ayholev1tmbTrashcan Sinatras – Wild Pendulum

When people get older, they usually make slower and softer music. Maybe it is because as we age we gradually loose parts of our hearing. People who are turning thirty this year agree that loud bassy music is not as attractive as it once was. Certainly none of us are turning into Beethoven, laying our ears on the floor while dropping bricks on piano keys, but some of us are turning into old people none the less. Trashcan Sinatras, or the Trash Can Sinatras, is one of those groups that has decided to make an old man record.

Wild Pendulum shows the group has practically reinvented itself again. Using a large array of actual instruments in lovely retro instrumentation reminiscent of something between a dark 60’s romance and a bouncy 60’s romance. The smooth feel of light rock and often pure orchestral with appearances of digital sounds is unique and abstract and wholly together at the same time.

What stands up tall on every Trashcan release is the lyrics. Probably the best line on the album appears in “Best Days on Earth,” which was a promotional single released for the pledgemusic campaign fund-ers. The line is “The heart is designed to run out of time; There’s no pause and rewind; The transmission’s live.” The majority of memorable Trashcan Sinatra lyrics are some sort of play on words.

Not only are the lyrics smart and philosophical, but also cute and fuzzy, like the title to “I Want to Capture Your Heart.” There is even a song about joining the Mafia, “The Family Way,” at least that what it sounds like to me.

Every album from the group is unique and filled with thoughtful lyrics and well written songs. This album does not appear, at first, to be quite as monumental as their first, but it will definitely be a favorite for many, however, it may be too laid back for some.

“All Night,” however, sounds like three other songs. Petula Clark’s “Downtown,” Green Day’s “Waiting,” and… wait a second, “Waiting” is totally a copy of “Downtown.” Even the lyrics are similar.

STOP THE REVIEW.

Upon further research, even Wikipedia.org claims there is a connection between the two songs. Soundsjustlike.com makes a comparison and also references a “guitar riff from the Kinks.”

Perhaps “All Night” is not only a clever fo-dance song to inspire people with witty subtext to enjoy the party but a purposeful and skillful reworking of classic pop songs from the decades past. Are Trashcan Sinatras saying that they understand pop music well enough to cleverly blend memorable melodies in a way that evokes the immortal words of Pablo Picasso, “good artists borrow, great artists steal”?

Sure, why not. Check out Wild Pendulum and enjoy witty subtext.

4/5

Micro-Reviewery 7: Richard Orofino, Mathrcool, Mother Room

 

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Richard Orofino – Witches

New York bedroom singer-songwriter Richard Orofino understands that the best music gets its point across and gets the hell out. Take the opener “Dirty”: charming vocal melodies and short noise noodle solos are squeezed into an elegantly dirty two minute package. The first half artfully plods and pops with grungy pop skills, with the subtle dissonance of the title track standing out. When track four hits, acoustics take over and the drums back off. This honestly made me go back and replay the first three tracks repeatedly for about half an hour, but eventually I overcame my electric guitar biases and finished the remaining tracks. They were pretty good.

A-

Mathrcool – Mathrcool

This weird electronic noise album is more frustrating than interesting. Synths and drum samples go off all over the place, from smooth ambient exercises to digital blast beat madness. “SUPERHEAVYDUTYAIDS” and “OUTOFTIMELSODLC” are all driving synth melodies and cool overdriven drum plows, but there’s too much throwaway hipster harsh noise you’ve heard a million times over. Even grosser: the actual guitar on “ARCTICMONKEYSAREFUCKIGNSHITESZ”. Probably a bad joke that I’m too unhip to understand.

C+

Mother Room – Randolph Sessions

Earth worship’s cool again since it’s already twelve years passe, so guitar droners Mother Room benefit. Taken from a live session, these guys have an electronic mixing setup that gives their guitar throbbing a cool blizzard static backdrop. The ideas end there, but I’ll trip to that.

B-

Rodent Blowjob Holocaust – My Momma Got AIDS From a Crack-Pipe

I always forget cybergrind is a thing, but thankfully My Momma Got AIDS From a Crack-Pipe is here to remind us that anyone with FL Studios can live out their goregrind dreams. Sadly, it doesn’t match my fond memories of Libido Airbag’s 2001 classic Barrel Blow Job. Maybe that’s because Rodent Blowjob Holocaust has discernible guitar riffs, a shocking misstep on the band’s part. The whole musicality thing ends up hurting what should be an anti-everything style; who wants decently played guitar over sloppy down-tuned synth farts?

C-

MERCURY HAS QUALITY TRANSMISSIONS

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ayholev1tmbThe Quality of Mercury – Transmission

Shoegaze, rock, dream pop, ambient:

One day, when man is traveling the stars, no one will be arguing about bathrooms, GMO crops, parenting, and the next dieting craze living on frozen peas and saltines or recycled animal waste. This is because the earth will become a festering wasteland of disease ridden mindless zombies who constantly vote red or blue for the next world dictator. The real life will be out in the vast universe, shooting through nebula and light years of darkness. On our locomotive space stations with artificial gravity and hydroponic ecosystems we will follow the path of the comets, jumping through eons of time without being on facebook. Maybe we will still listen to good music.

Maybe, on our way to Andromeda, we will be listening to The Quality of Mercury’s Transmission, but instead of “drifting in space,” we will be enjoying live shows and sharing positive ideas to the backdrop of thick, distorted, and reverberated guitars, bouncing back and forth against wall of sound ping pong vocals and warm synth and solid back-beat drums. Maybe the bass player will plug on the kick, maybe the lyrics will be about traveling, loving, maturing into vastness.

“Faster and faster” we will “travel,” though in the interstellar age, surely we have sciences to further. How will we “Breathe in Stereo?” Clearly by pulling guitar parts straight out of early 90’s shoegaze and combining it with chugging power-pop chords which works through a miracle.

What about “The Orion Ascension?” Some sort of dark, black-gaze with heavy metal writing slowed down and played at the bottom of a parking garage.

The Quality of Mercury nails all of your concerns. This “Space Rock” is a much more than an attempt at combining the aggressive nature of rock with the enveloping annihilation that is shoegaze. The digital and analog sounds mix perfectly. Not one point in the album does it feel metallic or fuzzy or even the aforementioned aggressive. The direction of the writing is fluid and natural with no ceiling. The vinyl is blue and does not ship until September, but I ordered it anyway.

I love shoegaze. I never review it here because I am a very sensitive man. I fear “real” shoegazers. They might say things like “real shoegaze died with Spaceman 3,” or “You’re going to see Blonde Redhead/Lush? That’s really cute. I bet you like Ringo Deathstarr and wish you could marry Anthony Gonzalez,” and “You bought The Quality of Mercury’s Transmission in limited edition 300 run 180g Blue vinyl after listening to it once for free on soundcloud? I bet you also buy reissues of albums from the 90’s that you were too young to even know about when they came out.”

I have never met someone like that. Most shoegazers I have met feel like they can not share in their love of music outside of the internet community because people will think they do drugs or are just generally unreliable workers. Why do I think that? Recording drums to sound natural and unobtrusive behind electric guitars that borderline on a sine wave is a wonder of modern sound. Putting lyrics about space and love to a wash of sound without sounding cliche and mundane is surprisingly difficult. Do not misunderstand, I love cliches. I have a notebook that I am trying to fill with them.

If life as we know will continue after earth, perhaps civilization does stand a fighting chance out past the Oort cloud. New music continues to surprise. Even when one looses hope and purpose in a sick haze, waking between moments of flightless dreams only to choke down cough syrup and decongestant for weeks, the dance of mankind pushes solidly against oppression and stamps hardship and sadness mercilessly into the green and growing earth. Certainly, the earth will still be around long after that dance is over and a new one begins.

5/5

THE CHRIS BUSCHE BEARD

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ayholev1tmbThe Chris Busche Band – Zeitgeber

In British Columbia there are some nice places to visit. I do not know any. You can, however see some great bands. The Chris Busche Band is one of those bands that is great and from British Columbia and, although the band is just Chris Busche, does get gig musicians together, or at least has in the past.

His newest album, Zeitgeber, features a wide variety of genres, but every song seems to result in pulsing double bass and his burly man scream. The lyrics are class A quality. Lines like “We once fought for glory, we once fought for freedom, now there’s nothing worth fighting at all,” will have you tapping your foot and snapping your fingers as his expensive sound equipment punches you continuously in the ears with thick, sludgy chugs.

Other tracks feature some reggae and prog rock influences, all coalescing in pulsing double bass and burly man scream metal. “Mob Mentality” is a fantastic song about standing up for what you believe in all of the time and not just when you are in a crowd.

After the first 6 blistering tracks, things slow down with a crumby piano song, but pick up again on track 8 with a 60’s heavy metal throwback, probably the best song on the album. “That’s No Fun” is a cool all over the place song that has about a hundred different influences flying around, followed by another modern sounding track. Skipping more emotional music, track 14, “Thales” is a prog metal song, complete with all of the typical prog aspects, such as varied song structure, slow build, sudden drop, slow build, sudden drop, slow build, ad ect.

The album ends with a fantastic heart-tugger where Busche sings with a piano about some existential bologna and some random “party” conversation in the background.  While the first half of the album is significantly harder than the second, both halves respect redeeming qualities of classic genres such as experimental, progressive, and guy alone with sound equipment.

The Chris Busche Band put out a solid. If you are in the BC area, all 364,764 sq mi of it, then check out the Chris Busche Band’s beard.  He looks a lot better with the beard.  His album is available for listening and purchase on bandcamp.

4/5

W IS THE FIRST LETTER OF THE LOVERS LAST NAME

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ayholev1tmbThe W Lovers

Although their self-titled debut album cover and promo pics tell a different story, Fleur and Wesley Wood love making music together. The long story is something like Wesley followed Fleur around on her US tour long enough to make her fall for him. One might call the Folk Pop Country that seeps from their relationship a combination of New Zealand and Seattle, Washington country music.

The first thing you will notice is the radio readyness of the first track. If it only had more electric guitars and the bombastic background noise without destination that most modern country pop has it would top the charts. It is not the worst song and you will notice Fleur has a great voice.

The next couple of songs are about “home,” and “Waylon Song” is a shout out to outlaw country singer songwriter Waylon Jennings, but track four and five take a turn for the worst. It becomes some sort of 90’s country alternative with the new hipster frog singing style that the female Mumford & Sons wannabes use.

The good news is track six is about sticking it to the man. It is also about not paying taxes, one of my favorite subjects. No one knows why songs about moonshine lean towards aggressive beats, but this is one of the faster ones. The music itself is rather boring, however.

At the halfway mark we finally hear an electric guitar come out front, unfortunately the song is about Wyoming. “Seesaw” is an uptempo track. The singing on this track is almost back to what it was before the car crash on track four. Luckily, track 8 features a more effortless singing style and the good country singing is back in full swing on “Ocean.”

“Old Town” sounds like an attempt at 60’s style folk alternative due to the long silences between phrases, but it is much slower overall. The final track, “Dreamhouse,” is a country romp with some unusually emotional chord progressions and eccentric voice effects.

The W Lovers are an alternative to alternative country folk pop because it sounds good. That is why it will be known as folk pop country. If you are in the Seattle area and have exhausted all opportunities to hear a group on your bucket list, The W Lovers will not be a bad choice.

3/5

BAD NEWS: IT IS GETTING HOT

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ayholev1tmbMercury Rising – Bad News (Ep)

As the saying goes, everything in moderation. Out of Essex come the ultra-sharp four piece, Mercury Rising with EP, Bad News. There is so much shredding on this ep it is hard to listen to it, but at the same time, it is hard not to. The metal is very heavy, the vocals very 90s, and the drums kick and snap on each and every beat. Max Campbell is a cross breed between Layne Staley and Scott Weiland, but keeps it as clean as a secret service agent’s high school year book. The bass is very good too.

The real highlight is Rob Raymond’s effervescent guitar playing. Each and every track is packed quite over the limit with metal guitar playing. Even underneath singing, like on “Psycho” the guitar continues to crunch and squeal it’s way to the top of the focus. The most irritating guitar playing comes on track 4 which appears to be an undying stretch by Raymond’s guitar to reach out and pull in whatever doubt you have about his berserk playing style.

There is not really anything else to talk about because this EP is all about Raymond’s guitar. Ideally, this band would change it’s name to “Raymond’s Guitar” and put out etudes and nocturnes ala Chopin style. The other band members would be swapped out for pit orchestras and people could enjoy mind numbing guitar noodling for hours while sipping tea and talking about life suburbia. Raymond would write books on guitar playing and sell straps and shoes that promote a healthy posture while pouring constant ornamentation into the simplest of rhythms.

To be quaint, it is not fast. If they pumped up the bpm to 240 and cranked out two minute 30 second face melters then we would have… ten minutes of face melters.

If you like hearing slow but saturated and polished guitar garnish with some light Stone Temple Pilots then give this one a listen. Super kudos for making such noise with only one guitar.

2/5

Ted Poley – Beyond the Fade

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junkheadv1tmbTed Poley – Beyond the Fade

Alessandro Del Vecchio is one of the coolest Italian melodic rock producers you’ll ever find. He has a knack for taking an old rock band/artist and tailoring arrangements that reflect their unique talents. At bat now is Danger Danger’s Ted Poley, a crazy singer who’s been preaching that ’80s politically correct love and peace message for 65 million years. Back in the day, all the T. Rex and Pterodactyls were eating up Poley’s newest single “Bang Bang” and checking out his live game at the Greensboro Coliseum circa 64,999,999 BCE.

Now, in 2016 AD, Vecchio manages to dress up Poley’s fossil by re-writing Stan Bush’s “The Touch” eleven times to great effect. Trite lyrics like “Lay down your loaded gun/You’ll be caught by the hands of love” and “Maybe my hearts doing time/We’re criminals guilty of the perfect crime” are masked by enough sparkly AOR makeup that you won’t even care.

The best example is “Stars”, an epic that’s as dynamic and genius as it is pompous and plastic. It’s hardly my definition of rock at all, yet you can’t help but feel elated by the pure melodic rush. The staccato pianos, bloated guitars, and bubblegum vocals are ultra high fructose, never letting up and always over-the-top.

If our lives were an ’80s teen martial arts drama film, this would have to be the soundtrack. You’re definitely not going to feel like Daniel-san all the time, but some days you will and Ted Poley anf Alessandro Del Vecchio  can get you through. Montages will play, chopsticks will catch flies, and asses will be kicked while the AOR gloss raises you up to the heavens.

A-

Kvelertak – Nattesferd

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junkheadv1tmbKvelertak – Nattesferd

2010 was not my year. It whipped by super fast and little was accomplished. When 2011 hit, I was anxious to see what totally awesome metal I missed. Norwegian band Kvelertak’s self-titled debut popped up on every best list, with critics heralding their intense “black ‘n’ roll” sound. That’s black metal and hard rock for all you squares. It was impressive, coming out of nowhere with it’s mix of black tremolo and gargantuan party riffs punctuated with maniacal screams. Songs like “Offernat” and “Fossegrim” often pop in my head, their mix of extreme and conventional metal sounds ringing in my memory. 2013’s Meir wasn’t really an impressive follow-up, but I had high hopes for Nattesferd. Would it be more extreme? Would they turn straight cock rock? The answer is a little complicated.

“Dendrofil for Yggdrasil” is the only black ‘n’ roll sounding song on the album. It’s a horrible way to start, hinting that the album will be more of the same before veering far off with the next track, “1985”. It’s got a lot of Thin Lizzy in it’s blood, with harmonizing guitars and soaring chorus melodies straight out of “The Boys Are Back in Town”

“Svartmesse” kicks off with the iconic guitar part from Stevie Nicks’s “Edge of Seventeen” before plodding off into ultra hard rock stupidity. “Nattesferd” and “Bronsegud” keep up a similar tone, pulling you in with tasty arena ready sounds.

Things almost fall off track with “Ondskapens Galakse”, a slow crawl through one riff for five minutes, before shifting back with the dynamic “Berserkr”. Every sound on the album is here: acoustic guitar webs, brisk extreme, and stomping riffs. “Heksebrann” might be the best track, a nine minute epic that goes from mid-tempo atmospherics to mid-tempo rocker. Things end on strangely traditional Sabbath territory with some bluesy power chord crunch on “Nekrodamus”.

In this day and age, anyone who can rock with this much conviction without sounding like pure novelty a la Andrew WK is my fucking savior, but the black ‘n’ roll bullshit has to go. That first track really bogs down an otherwise cool album, one that’s so focused on rockin’ it Thin Lizzy style that you forget hard rock is beyond passe. It’s time to sell out in a major way, and I hope this album proves popular enough to turn them into a full fledged Van Halen clone.

B+

Silversun Pickups – The Fillmore 5/8/16

Live!

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Alternative radio stations are the last bastion for ’90s rock lovers, but I simply can’t stand them. Detroit’s “Rock Alternative”, 89X, plays everything they did when I was growing up between ’93 and ’03 and nothing else. It’s a parallel universe where people still enjoy Staind, Hoobastank, and Papa Roach. Anyone who lives there are normally infantile Gen-X wannabes, as the actual Gen-Xers have moved on to worrying about their 401K and junk.

So I’m caught in the middle of all this at 89X’s annual birthday bash, a place where socially stagnated weirdos congregated to eat ONION RINGS and watch their favorite lesser superstars. The announcers kept talking about how the evening’s performers have been on the radio, but I don’t believe them. All I ever hear is “Spoonman” and “Freak on a Leash”.

Joywave were the most insufferable trash ever. They had this giant banner that joked how the audience should be sad they weren’t headlining. Too bad they just fucking suck, although I’ve seen them dancing around on the music video station at Planet Fitness. Bland pop/hip-hop is the name of the game, and the lead singer’s a fucking idiot. Fail to see how this is any alternative to mainstream radio. There were plenty of normies who knew all the words. This honestly was my least favorite concert experience of all time.

The second act, Foals, looked like they could deliver the goods, but then they only played Led Zepplin-y riffs with non-melodic screams or dull dance-rock straight out of ’06. Actually, they only did the idiot Zepplin with screams part twice, so most of it sounded like a tuneless version of the Killers. The singer came down and crowd surfed twice, which was a nice Everyman gesture the audience really appreciated. My girlfriend says he’s an Iggy Pop rip-off for it, and I don’t doubt her. Being English, the singer also said “cheers” one time and all the girls around me talked about it for twenty minutes like it was an invitation to suck his dick.

The Silversun Pickups is a really odd duck, mixing radio-ready guitar walls with synth-pop elements. In the studio, they always comes off as super polished bordering phony; live, they’re a rock-‘n’-roll steamroller that you wouldn’t mind being crushed by. The synths pop, the vocals are way more energetic, the drummer’s going friggin’ nuts, and the guitars provide a thick wall of distortion.

My girlfriend’s really into their newest album, Better Nature, and they played almost everything off it. It’s pretty radio-ready, less indie rock and more ’80s retro, although the loud ass live presentation probably wouldn’t bode well with the arena crowd used to hearing Miley Cyrus lip-sync over the studio tracks. Too many signs of life here. Silversun live marks a crucial point in my life where I realize that their songs are at least sort of okay.

I was glad to be away from the annoying crowd. One dude tried to push his way in front of me right before the encore, putting his hand on my chest and leaving it their for twenty seconds like I was supposed to give a shit. Then he took it off and held his hand in front of my chest for another minute and a half. Drunk Gen-X wannabes ruin everything.

Joywave: F

Foals: D

Silversun Pickups: B