Thursday, June 05, 2008
No I won't be bored I won't be there
I've never made a secret of my abundant, absolute and all-consuming love for Iggy Pop. If you're gonna call The Idiot number one and then Lust For Life number two, then 1979's New Values is the third part of a divine trilogy of albums, which -- appropriately -- rivals Bowie's Berlin trilogy in seminality; it's not until the fifth track Don't Look Down, however, that anything* verging on the timeless greatness** of those first two records is approached.Iggy Pop - Don't Look Down (3.3 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)[*] That's not to in any way diminish the excellence of Tell Me A Story, Girls, I'm Bored and the title track; it's just that they're in a different league.
[**] Is it weird that there's no word which means "the good quality of the song-writing" in the same way that 'lyricism' somehow means "the good quality of the words of the song"? Or is this just Vocabulary FAIL.
Labels: heroes, music, two-sentences-one-tune
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
The sun never sets on this world I have found
A song for Wednesday:

... from Dub Housing (wikipedia).
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jeez, last night's effort was pretty lame huh. So, let's try again.
Some words about Pere Ubu: insular, fractured, volatile, bleak, whimsical, eerie, tense, anxious, paranoid, confrontational, harsh, gloomy, cerebral, detached, quirky, absurdist warble, rapturous, demented, self-destructing melodies, scattershot rhythms, industrial-strength dissonance, manic intensity, dark impenetrability
Pere Ubu - I Will Wait (2.47 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

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jeez, last night's effort was pretty lame huh. So, let's try again.
If you're interested in rock music; if you're interested in the fringes of rock music, where the madman hold court and the wild things are, then you really need look no further than Pere Ubu. Their late-70s "art-punk" albums capture the angst and chaos of their times -- and ours -- with both apocalyptic fervor and surprising humanity.
Some words about Pere Ubu: insular, fractured, volatile, bleak, whimsical, eerie, tense, anxious, paranoid, confrontational, harsh, gloomy, cerebral, detached, quirky, absurdist warble, rapturous, demented, self-destructing melodies, scattershot rhythms, industrial-strength dissonance, manic intensity, dark impenetrability
Labels: music, two-sentences-one-tune
Friday, April 04, 2008
i don't care how much i gotta spend, i gotta get back to my baby again
When on a whim I picked up this 1969 single by The Arbors -- a little-known American pop-group from the 60s (wikipedia) -- singing The Letter, much more famously recorded by The Box Tops in 1967 -- who know knew what a colossally lysergic head-buzz-off stone classic it would turn out to be?The Arbors - The Letter (5.26 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)
OMFG... OMFG... OMFG... did you hear that?
Labels: music, two-sentences-one-tune



