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Gonks Go Beat

gonksgobeat_posterOut-of-time and of-its-time 1965 British musical fantasy

This mid-60s British pop musical is quite the obscurity, and though the story of strife between neighboring Beat Land and Ballad Isle, and the Romeo and Juliet subplot aren’t particularly original, there’s a lot to love here amidst the cheap studio sets. Sure, the soft-rock pretty boys of Ballad Isle would get their asses kicked by American Graffiti’s John Milner, but the R&B played by the inhabitants of Beat Land (and the bikini-clad dancers they inspire) are top gear. The soundtrack (which is just now being reissued on CD) features some gems by Lulu, Graham Bond, The Nashville Teens and more.

The film’s awash with wonderfully off-beat British characters, starting with a Clarence-the-Angel styled flunky named Wilco Roger sent by the Space Congress of the Universe to settle the inter-island dispute. There’s an Oz-like “Mr. A&R” who lives in “The Echo Chamber” and explains that he’s “… the sole survivor of a race of people who used to be employed throughout the world by business known as recording companies.” Ballad Isle features clubs like the Boom Bar, The Diminished Seventh and Diskey A Go Go, and the island’s prison sentences it inhabitants to a term of drumming. The latter leads to a fantastic scene of nine drummers playing in unison on full kits! The drums themselves are luscious in their vintage sparkle and faux-finishes.

The opening rave-up with Ginger Baker and Graham Bond is superb, as is the staging of an instrumental played by band members driven in a fleet of mid-60s British top-down sports cars. Elaine and Derek redeem Ballad Isle with the Everly Brothers styled “Broken Pieces,” Lulu and the Luvvers groove to “The Only One,” the Nashville Teens show they had more than “Tobacco Road” up their sleeves, and the climactic musical battle between the two islands pits literal guitar armies against one another. There are some great ‘65 fashions and vintage instruments (check out Bond’s orange-and-black Vox Continental organ), and even the buttoned-down Ballad Isle has policewomen wearing black tights.

Much like the Lawrence Welk show of the late-60s and AIP’s Beach Party films, Gonks Go Beat, is a time capsule of an idealized world that was a couple of strides out of step with its own times. The real-life rock musicians cast as inhabitants of Beat land seem quite bemused by the cultural scrubbing, but as anachronistic this was even at the time, it’s now itself part of the historical record. Anyone who loves the British Invasion will enjoy this nostalgic bit of fluff. [©2009 hyperbolium dot com]

Kingsbury: Lie to Me

lie_to_me_frontShadowy indie rock

After a pair of self-released EPs and a 2006 full-length, The Great Compromise on Post Records, this Florida indie rock band has fully embraced the Internet distribution paradigm. Their latest EP, Lie to Me, is available for free on their new website, along with photos, lyrics, blogs and the assorted ephemera of twenty-first century marketing. If you like what you hear, you can send the band a donation. Kingsbury’s latest music is moody, guitar-and-studio-production rock that’s filled with hushed secrets.

The instrumental “Ocarina Mountaintop” opens with funereal organ chords upon which echoing piano notes fall like heavy raindrops. “Back in the Orange Grove” suggests something less than sunny occurred amongst the citrus, with the lyrics (But I’ll never go back in the orange grove / My last lonely home back in the orange grove / Oh mother you can let go / The rose garden will continue to grow) sung in a whispery, confessional voice, accompanied by piano, bass, synthesized percussion and dramatically flanged keyboard notes. “As I See It” is similarly sparse and introverted in tone, but the lyric is a three-minute wonder-wander from selfishness and pessimism to pragmatic optimism. What starts as a child’s self-centered tantrum transforms into an adult world of possibilities.

“Lie to Me” opens with a lyric borrowed from “Everybody’s Got Something to Hide But Me and My Monkey,” but unlike the amped-up bell-ringing rock of the Beatles’ tune, Kingsbury remains cool, with jazzy cymbal work and atmospheric electric guitars. The EP closes with “Holy War,” featuring a short lyric decrying war in the name of God, backed by a guitar, bass and drum track that builds hypnotically across its six minutes. The band likens itselves to Calla, Low, Sigur Ros, and Mogwai, but you can also hear neo-psych/post-punk sounds of 1980s bands like the Neats and Feelies. [©2009 hyperbolium dot com]

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Free Sampler from Alive Records

alivenaturalsoundsamplerFor a limited time, you can get a free sampler of eight songs on the Alive label at Amazon.com:

She’s Got A Hold On Me Hacienda
Leave The Sun Behind Buffalo Killers
When You Find Out The Nerves
Filthy Flowers Thomas Function
A Million Years Brimstone Howl
Wash It Left Lane Cruiser
Make Love Time Black Diamond Heavies
Get Out While You Can Outrageous Cherry

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Edgeplay: A Film About the Runaways

edgeplayA look back at the teenage diaries of the Runaways

The Runaways were both an actual all-girl rock ‘n’ roll band and a realization of their impresario’s promotional imagination. Their run of four studio albums in the 1970s (The Runaways, Queens of Noise, Waitin’ for the Night, And Now… The Runaways), a live LP (Live in Japan), and a few odds ‘n’ sods collection (Flaming Schoolgirls) yielded some terrific glitter-flavored rock, a great deal of publicity, but only a modicum of commercial success. Though they provided inspiration for bands like the Go-Go’s, Pandoras, and Donnas, and two of the original members (Lita Ford and Joan Jett) went on to international acclaim, the group’s original publicity still casts a shadow over the Runaways’ musical accomplishment. They remain more infamous than famous.

The band’s second bassist, Vicki Blue, developed a post-Runaways career as a producer/director (under the name Victory Tischler Blue), and is the visionary behind this documentary. Blue’s inside connections with the band is both a blessing and a curse, as the group members are candid with her on some subjects but appear to close down on others. She tells the interior story of the band’s interpersonal dynamics, focusing on the shifting friendships and tensions between band members, and the abuse heaped upon the then-teenage girls by management and assorted hired hands. This is more a diary than a history.

Even those familiar with the Runaways public career would have greatly benefited from an explanation of where these girls came from, a brief discourse on the culture of the Sunset Strip and San Fernando Valley, the musical times, and the family lives that allowed teenage girls to tour under the reportedly abusive and non-watchful eyes of Kim Fowley and manager Scott Anderson. Signature events, signings, and concerts are alluded to but never fully highlighted, and the band’s peers and fans are omitted from the picture. The lack of context or third-party perspectives saps some of the power from the first-person interviews. The largest blow of all, however, is the lack of participation by Joan Jett, the band’s heart and soul, and the inability of the filmmaker to license any of the Runaways studio recordings. Live performances of Lou Reed’s “Rock ‘n’ Roll” and the Troggs’ “Wild Thing” give you a taste of their power as a band, but little sense of their original music.

Blue’s interviews with four of the original band members, Cherie Currie, Lita Ford, Jackie Fox and Sandy West, are supplemented by interviews with songwriter Kari Krome, impresario Kim Fowley, latter-day manager Toby Mamis, and inspiration Suzy Quatro. Blue is able to get some startling admissions from her former bandmates, particularly Cherie Currie, and their on-going damage is revealed in the bitterness they harbor and the anger that remains towards one another (they’re each interviewed separately) and for the adults who abused them. Blue doesn’t successfully confront Fowley on the group’s allegations, but interviews with Currie and West’s mothers go a long way to solidifying his dark reputation.

Kim Fowley saw the band’s demise as a product of the members’ lack of friendship, but what’s clear from the interviews is that neither Fowley nor Scott Anderson had an interest in the group’s long term well-being, and used the teenage girls’ immaturity as weapons against them. The band’s demise, after a disastrous album with British producer John Alcock, produced a short-lived solo recording and film career for Cherie Currie, chart success as a pop-metal star for Lita Ford, and a major international music career for Joan Jett. Drummer Sandy West fell into a series of jobs outside the music industry (construction, bartending, veterinary assistance) and rackets (protection for drug dealers) before succumbing to cancer and a brain tumor in 2006. West remained haunted to the end by the Runaways’ breakup, angry at those who manipulated the band and unable to understand why a reunion couldn’t be pulled together.

Blue’s film editing is very busy. The dizzy, hand-held interview footage quickly turns from vérité to distraction, as does the constant presence of music beds, and the jump cuts and video effects. Her choice of sunny outdoor locations for many of the interviews prompts her subjects to wear sunglasses, hiding the expressiveness of their eyes. Blue is to be lauded for getting this film off the ground, dealing with numerous limitations, and sticking with it to completion. Her insider’s perch informs but also colors the story she tells, and without the broader context of the band’s life and times there remains a definitive biography to be made. [©2009 hyperbolium dot com]

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Girl Talk: Feed the Animals

girltalk_feedtheanimalsBrain busting mashups of pop, rock, hip-hop and rap

Even if you don’t care for dance beats and rap peppered with expletives, it’s hard not to get hooked by the craftiness with which Girl Talk (Gregg Gillis) mashes up hundreds of soft pop, classic rock, hip-hop and rap samples. Simply playing “what’s that sample” will provide hours of fun as you untangle iconic riffage from the Spencer Davis Group, Twisted Sister, Argent, Eddie Floyd, Heart, Rick Derringer, The Carpenters, Metallica, Elvis Costello, Carole King, Prince, The Velvet Underground, Chicago, ? and the Mysterians, and hundreds more, including dozens of rappers and vocalists that include Busta Rhymes, Sly & The Family Stone, The Edgar Winter Group, Roy Orbison, Salt-n-Pepa, Kurt Cobain, Rick Springfield, and Earth, Wind & Fire. The album’s divided into fourteen cuts, but it plays as one long blender ride of a record collector’s OCD all-night editing orgy. The assembled rhythm tracks align the samples into consistent dance time, but unlike a “Stars on 45” production, Girl Talk’s head-spinning collage of sound is too hyperkinetic to ever submit to the beat. Whether you’re dancing to this in a club or listening to it swirl through your headphones, this is truly as infectious as three hundred hit singles. [©2009 hyperbolium dot com]

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The Who: Meaty Beaty Big and Bouncy

who_meatybeatybigandbouncyThe Who’s first stateside Greatest Hits album

In the wake of The Who’s triumphant showcase at Woodstock and the releases of Tommy and Who’s Next, Decca released the group’s first U.S. hits collection in time for Christmas of 1971. The fourteen sides stretch from the group’s first single under the Who banner, 1965’s “I Can’t Explain,” to their last studio A-side before Who’s Next, 1970’s “The Seeker.” In between are landmarks such as “My Generation,” “I Can See for Miles,” “The Magic Bus,” and “Pinball Wizard,” that cover everything from the group’s early pill-fueled mod-rock to the visionary work that had run through The Who Sell Out and Tommy, and would fuel Who’s Next and Quadrophenia. Two John Entwistle tunes (“A Legal Matter” and “Boris the Spider”) complement a dozen from Pete Townshend, and the inclusion of several non-LP singles (“I Can’t Explain,” “Pictures of Lily,” “The Seeker,” “Anyway, Anyhow, Anywhere,” “Substitute,” and “I’m a Boy,”) and the use of original mono mixes give this collection a terrific AM radio punch. Everything here is mono except for tracks 4, 7, 9, 11, 12 and 14. Unfortunately this CD edition doesn’t fully replicate the experience of the original vinyl: the LP’s mono “Boris the Spider” is replaced here with stereo, and the 4-1/2 minute stereo version of “The Magic Bus” is replaced here with a shorter edit. Assumedly the master reels for the album had to be reassembled, and a lack of original masters forced the substitutions. A dozen Who anthologies have been issued since this album’s 1971 release, and while they have the advantage of post-Tommy material, they lose this set’s crisp focus on the Who as a mid-60s rock ‘n’ roll singles band. This collection is no substitute for the group’s albums, but as an artifact of the Who’s first six years, it provides a rock solid essay on the talents of Daltrey, Entwistle, Moon and Townshend. [©2009 hyperbolium dot com]

Blitzen Trapper: Furr

blitzentrapper_furrWinning combo of 60s/70s pop, rock and Americana

There’s no denying the retro influences on Blitzen Trapper’s fourth album, their first for Sub Pop, but even with cues taken from Neil Young, Badfinger, Brewer & Shipley, Mott the Hoople, Hearts & Flowers, the Kinks, and pre-disco Bee Gees, this is a decidedly modern album. Tightly self-produced, Blitzen Trapper’s electric pop stretches across ‘60s rock and folky Americana, ‘70s keyboards and synthesizers, and a variety of clever production touches. The wordplay of “Gold for Bread” may remind you of Bruce Springsteen’s “Blinded by the Light” (or just about anything by The Gourds), but throughout the album the imagery is more dreamy than surreal. The man-to-wolf-to-man transformation of the title track, for example, offers an allegory of growth from innocent child to rebellious adolescent to responsible adult that’s both fantastic and comprehensible. Eric Early’s lyrics drifts in and out of sleep, alternately aware and unknowing of his dreamtime imagination. The album’s two most straightforward tunes are also its most highly contrasting, with the ebullient “Saturday Night” running headlong into the dead-end confession “Black River Killer.” The lyrics throw up some memorable poetic images, but it’s the melodies, instrumentals and vocals that set the album’s hooks. [©2009 hyperbolium dot com]

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Ryan Smith: I Just Want to Feel That Way

ryansmith_ijustwanttofeelthatwayDark-themed one-man-band indie pop

Smith’s latest is the best sort of homemade, project-studio indie pop. The arrangements of guitar, bass, drums, and keyboards are more like songwriter demos than polished major-label product, leaving the one-man-band productions focused on Smith’s voice and lyrics. There are some novel instrumental touches, such as the retro-organ on “This is Not a Tragedy” and the moody low-string guitar on “Santa Cruz,” but they never upstage Smith’s lyrical mood. The edginess and experimentation of the backing sounds is similar to Smith’s previous release, Neil Avenue, but the subject matter skips past the jokiness of earlier works like “Girls With the Glasses” to darker, more imagination-driven places. Smith faces the mental fallout of a damaged relationship on the opening “Good Intentions” and the more dire consequences of a car crash on “Following the Ambulance Home.” Less accidental is the jilted groom of “Santa Cruz” whose downward spiral is documented from the bottom up with the clever lyrical device “you ain’t heard the worst of it yet.” The darkness turns to a wail with the title track’s mourning of a lost spouse, leaving the album’s only semi-bright spot as the half-hearted invitation in “A Few Hundred Miles.” Eric Broz has suggested Smith’s broken-hearted lyrics bring to mind Paul Westerberg (as does the reediness of Smith’s voice), but there’s a spooked emotion in these stories that edges past hurt, and it’s magnified by the discomforting nearness of Smith’s confessional style. [©2009 hyperbolium dot com]

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Sloan: Parallel Play

sloan_parallelplayCatchy, guitar-heavy pop-rock with 60/70/80s influences

Fifteen years into their recording career, Canada’s Sloan has pulled back from the White Album length, breadth and experimentation of 2006’s Never Hear the End of It to craft this tight set of thirteen guitar rock tunes. While the thirty track sprawl of Never Hear the End of It wasn’t as disjointed as the Beatles’ magnum opus, it offered a similar summing of parts, pulling together threads that had been woven through the bands earlier albums. In contrast, this shorter set is more focused and integrated, including second-side-of-Abbey-Road song-to-song segues that help knit together the multiple songwriter’s works. Though it may not be as intellectually impressive as their previous release, the constricted space amplifies the emotional impact of the band’s energy, pouring terrific pop hooks on top of powerful electric guitars, multipart vocal harmonies, stomping rhythms, and neo-psych production touches.

Beneath the sunshine-pop melodies and textures, the lyrics are surprisingly philosophical, with particular attention paid to the changes wrought by growing up and aging. The two clearest statements, “I’m Not a Kid Anymore” and “Down in the Basement” survey personal and band histories with diametrically opposed viewpoints. The former gazes longingly at a youth free of responsibility and bemoans the singer’s current adult circumstances. The latter, a Dylan-toned electric blues, follows the band’s youth-bound four-track fantasies of stardom into middle-period studio excess, and finally to the surprised and satisfied realization that music actually begat a stable career and family. Elsewhere the lyrics contemplate the need to accept change, the petulant impulse to simply move on, and the complacencies of middle age.

The stories in Sloan’s lyrics are not always as memorable as the words themselves, and neither is as memorable as the harmonies in which they’re sung, the pop-rock with which they’re arranged, or the hooks with which they’re strung together. The range of Sloan’s pop influences, and the fluidity with which they move between them is especially impressive as they, for example, crank up ‘70s styled pub-punk on “Emergency 911,” drop into glam for “Burn For It,” and regress to bouncy bubblegum on “Witch’s Hand.” You can hear elements of many great pop bands here, including the Beatles, Jam, Sweet, Cheap Trick, Oasis, Greenberry Woods, Fountains of Wayne, and others. Sloan doesn’t sound exactly like any one of them, though neither do they have an instantly recognizable sound of their own. [©2009 hyperbolium dot com]

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Two Cow Garage: Speaking in Cursive

twocowgarage_speakingincursiveGravel voiced punk meets Americana

If cowpunk had steeped somewhere less urbane than Los Angeles, and if its progenitors had brought along the raw amperage of their punk backgrounds, it might have sounded more like this Columbus, Ohio band. Vocalist/songwriter Micah Schnabel sings in a hoarse gargle that’s several steps past “raspy” or “roughhewn,” and his self-reflective lyrics are backed alternately by hard-charging electric rock and acoustic country-folk. He’s a cynical sort, mocking his powers as a musician with the opener’s lyric, “So if it lights you up, and if it turns you on / I will sing to you all your favorite songs.” An ambivalence surfaces in the relationship of “Skinny Legged Girl,” with a love letter in one hand, a poison pen in the other, and his ambivalence extends to music itself, compelled to keep writing, but feeling “it was arrogant to think from the start, you were the only backyard Dylan with a folksinger’s heart.” Schnabel’s gravelly delivery is more Tom Waits than Bob Dylan, and a few of the songs, such as “Glass City,” offer the rising tide of an E Street Band epic. The band’s Americana influences are heard in the jangly rocker “Wooden Teeth,” the emotional ballad “Not Your Friends,” the twangy “Swallowed by the Sea” (with bassist Shane Sweeney providing the low lead vocal), and the exceptional acoustic autobiography “Swingset Assassin.” In addition to Waits and Springsteen, the Replacements and Uncle Tupelo provide obvious antecedents; less obvious are Big Star, the Goo Goo Dolls and even Bryan Adams, and contemporaries like Drag the River and the Drive By Truckers. In the end, Schnabel’s voice is too unique for such simple comparisons, his lyrics too intimately autobiographical, and the band’s combination of fiery punk rock and earthy Americana quite unlike any one of their forerunners. [©2008 hyperbolium dot com]

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