Whoah. We had a visit from Nick (not the Saint) wherein he uncorked all the Nickosity from the old days. I am astonished, frankly, that he found the new joint what with the confusing backtrail of abandoned blogs and alienated commenters I have left. And I am pleased to hear that he is a Recovering Conservative! At the same time sorry to hear about the Waukesha, dude.
So all of you whiners can stop…ummm, whining… about the changing URLs and new blogs and different templates and commenting systems. Heck, he didn’t even gripe about the first comment moderation thing! I am turning on the comments for this post though; I figured there was little point to having comments on my Onslaught of BOC. what the fuck, it’s the weekend, you know? nobody ever comments on the weekend anyway; it’s like y’all have lives or something. I am incomprehensibly jealous.
Of course, I am too preoccupied to grab the Tuber links for these songs, so whoever complained about that last week can just shut it. If only there was some kind of…engine, I guess you would say….where you could put in a term or name and kind of search the interwebs. If some of you could invent such a thing, it might be useful. However, naming it Bing would be just plain stupid.
So here we go, two weeks in a row with the Musical Random Poop Shoot, Insufferable Music Spew. I am working toward a week when I have seen every one of the bands that comes up on random. It’s harder than B^4 might think, considering that the HD is currently at 43,928 tracks, 210 giggles, or 118 DAYS of music. I do fifteen, because ten, or even eleven, is NEVER ENOUGH. Also, it is the fashion around the Empire.
1. Dust Bowl Dance, Mumford and Sons. I have really been enjoying this band. They have a way with a lyric and melody, and the raggedy semi-folk is kind of similar to some Okkervil River or Bright Eyes. And this is one of the songs that goes into a guitar freakout towards the end, something I always like.
2. The Busy Girl Buys Beauty, Billy Bragg. I saw him play Turner Hall recently, and a mark of how old he and we are getting is that the entire floor was covered with tables and chairs, right up to the stage so there wasn’t even a place for the more able-bodied among us to stand. Hmmph. Got a signed poster anyway. The Milkman of Human Kindness.
3. Life Left Him There, The Minus Five Down With Wilco. Kind of a supergroup, with Pete Buck and Ken Stringfellow from the Posies, plus involvement from some of the Wilco folks. Verrrrry interesting indeed.
4. The Dream’s Lost on Me, Blondie. From the later effort No Exit, which I quite liked. It had a nice edge that had been missing since Eat To The Beat. Saw them on the No Exit tour, also.
5. Green, Another Sunny Day. One of the insufferably twee (in a GOOD way) bands from the Sarah Records releases. I love this stuff quite a bit, but The Field Mice are still my favorites from Sarah’s roster. It’s lo-fi and hooky, with strummy guitars. Twee, like I said. British.
6. If Ned Kelly was King, Midnight Oil. Diesel And Dust was an unlikely hit album in the States, but the band worked its ass off to deserve it. Being the sort of pre-zombie who hung with punks and musicians, we had the first couple of US releases from Midnight Oil, but the album was still a shock, as well as how huge it got. I saw them at an unlikely hall, the PAC (which was more suited to Ballet and Orchestra) and Peter Garrett could FILL that place. In spite of a 2009 show, it seems they are regrettably not working together.
7. Iris, Goo Goo Dolls. A mopey big-hit from a motley band. I loved loved loved SuperstarCarWash, which featured a song co-written with Westerberg. Having seen them a few times, they are much more alive and vital in the performance setting than this song might indicate. The bass player is an animal, too; and the amount of ink they display is alarming.
8. The Happy Club, Bob Geldof. Sir Bob is a weird guy who’s had a weird life. An obnoxious punk and press whore, he started his career insulting Bono, the Beatles and Bruce Springsteen, then kicking off the whole rock-star benefit concert racket and being knighted. Then being in a love triangle with his wife and Michael Hutchence, eventually being the only survivor and taking on the parenting repsonsiblities for all the children involved; his video production work made him millions while his band bottomed out.
I loved his band and his music though. The Fine Art Of Surfacing is one of my favorite albums ever, and I had no compunction about not only buying it again on CD when it came out, but also getting the re-mastered version with new songs.
9. South Bound Suarez, Led Zeppelin. The last LZ album, still one of my favorites.
10. Wayfaring Stranger, Johnny Cash. Two weeks, two songs from Cash. who’s complaining?
11. Take A Look In My Eyes, Mojo Nixon. OF course I’ve seen him; once with Skid and once with a full band. He’s fucking GREAT! This song consists of only the title, sung over and over. Kind of perfunctory, actually.
One of my architect friends’ brother wound up being Skid’s room-mate out west. Trooth is strange, sometimes.
12. Foot Of The Mountain, Paul Weller. even though I digitized the Style Council this week, I prefer Weller’s work with the Jam much more. Thankfully, his latest work has departed the lounge-stylings for more straightforward mod-rock efforts, and it is a good move. This is from a live effort, Catch-Flame! which is a good choice also. This one features some nice guitar work by Mr. Weller I assume.
13. Bad Mistakes, Rock ‘n’ Roll Soldiers. Saw these guys while I was wandering aimlessly around Summerfest one afternoon, and for an early time slot, they fucking rocked the fuck out the small crowd. Awesome couple of albums, too and well worth searching out. Pity about the stupid name though. I guess members of the band consulted with Microsoft about naming their search engine.
14. Peanuts, the Police. From the live album, so this is from their early tours, when they still valued passionate abandon over virtuoso over-production. Bet you can’t guess which one I prefer, can you? Stewart Copeland is an amazing drummer, and if you can find videos of their backstage fights, it’s fucking hilarious.
15. Red Bank Queen, the Figgs. Awesome, one of my favorite bands, and I believe BBBB has never seen them live. Which is a shame, and I am aghast at how long it is taking him to rectify the situation. tsk tsk tsk.
In particular, I love the vocal tic at the end of one of the refrains, where Mike Gent just drawls ‘Yup” to make the meter work out right. Too cool, and punk as fuck.
15.5 Dance Lesson, The Figgs.
iTunes KNOWS me, man, and since Figgs songs are so short and excellent, went ahead and played another because ONE IS NEVER ENOUGH. This one, although originally on the superb Sucking In Stereo, is actually a live version from Continue To Enjoy The Figgs, recorded in someone’s basement or dining room or some such. Figgs live is the way to enjoy them, and I have , in fact, seen them play an after-bar in someone’s basement, lit by bare light bulbs and using secondhand equipment. Yes, Punk as Fuck.
oof. Time for lunch, and I am hongry. have to see how many dimes I can find on the floor.