Good morning, Unnatural Ways, s/t. A lumpy haunted organ leads to Coltrane/Crimson-damaged shred-finger-pickin. Instrumental when not fronted by a Siouxsian cave peal. Into @avaavamendoza’s art-damaged rock garden we go. Unnatural, but naturally so. You’ll see.
The occasion of a royal wedding is a good reason to think of some Crass lyrics, like these from “Yes Sir, I Will”
Good morning, The Backpeddlers, Songs of Guilt & Revenge. Hip-shakin’, tambourine-quakin’, no-prisoner-takin’ stomp beginning, falling through the despairs of life to a quiet end. It’s all true, so true & blue, love it. So should you. Tell ‘em Pauly sent ya?
Good morning, The Lee Harvey Oswald Band, Blastronaut. 90’s-new, recentlyish-reissued, select audience for lost power-yawp anthems. Ziggy via 90s (yes, again) tribute/parody, tone-perfect earth-conquering oversexed Rock that ends w/a Psychedelic Furs nodding chug. Sanity saved via time machine or off-planet rocket? Both.
Good morning, Ice Baths, s/t. The opening track Freighter, all muffled mouths and warped instruments, wobbles forward into clatter. A great opener, and onward we go into the icey angularity of a past that wasn’t our future then, but could be, now. Tell then Paul sent you?
I don’t like my data being tracked without my consent. It turns out most people are creeped out by tracking of the sort Facebook does). That’s a bit hopeful. As the authors note:
Trust is a growth industry.
From the late 60s. Perhaps truer now than then. Do you work just to survive the spectacle?
The difficulty in listening to Steve Reich’s Music for 18 Musicians isn’t the music, but rather the concern that you’ll drive anyone else in earshot into a angry frenzy.
After posting this picture of Cows last week, the internet gave it an attribution: it’s by @jjgonsonphoto. Maybe JJ will lay some more Cows pics and history on us some day.
Mixed blessings:
Pro: you have a Ramones song stuck in your head
Con: It’s “Havana Affair”