I got a leak of the new Jay Reatard album

and if Last.fm is any indication, a lot of other people did as well. I for one will be looking forward to a real hunk of wax to play it on, because it's damn good. Nothing quite tops the Singles 06-07 collection for me, but there are a lot of strong songs here. Most notable is probably the closer, "There Is No Sun." Lovely strings backing up Jay? Yeah, mean, but the song itself is still a simple punk-like hook and angsty lyrics. Reatard's bag of tricks is not especially huge, but it's pretty rad.


Thanks, Sleazy

It's true that heartbreak and loss can be some of the greatest muses, but since the death of John Balance and resulting cessation of Coil, Sleazy Christopherson has really been on a tear. Of course there's the Throbbing Gristle reunion that has been going very strong. Then there's SoiSong, the IDM collab with the also-brilliant Russian dude whose name escapes me. And the one that I'd previously been paying less attention to, Threshold House Boys' Choir.

He debuted a new song at the Equinox Festival and I don't really know what to say about it. It brought tears, spontaneously. I wouldn't say it's explicitly a "happy" song, but it brings such a strong feeling that it can only be that same magic that powered Coil's best work. I don't doubt the psycho-effects of Time Machines, and I don't doubt the existence of spirits or that everything will be ok, at least for the short time that this song plays. Get the set at Wassonii, and check out the vids on YouTube as well.

EDIT: According to Sleazy's blog, this thing is an effected version of a singing Lama's chant record. I dunno, I went and listened to the original tune. Hm. Slick, new-agey production that you might find hanging around John Tesh's house might do it for Sleazy, but for some reason the obscured sound and his off-pitch, effected vocals put it together in a new light. Or maybe it's the story of him listening to the original on the train (with a celebrity twist). Anyway. Check it out, I have high hopes for Sleazy, who seems to have experienced quite the creative resurgence.


The Homosexuals: Hearts In Exile

People have written tons about them: How they're the ultimate record collector's band, how you're more likely to have heard of them than to have actually heard them, and on and on. One of the greatest quotes was from the liners of their 3CD set Astral Glamour: "their songs display a primary tension between pop hooks and a careening sense of self-sabotage." That about does it. That quote does the best to describe what the appeal is in actually listening to Bruno Wizard and co —which, considering they're a band, you might want to try sometime.

I liken the discovery and first listen of the Homosexuals for me to the first exposure to This Heat, which I suppose isn't a totally unrelated thing. Just as they were prog-as-listenable-art, the Homosexuals were punk as art, and far beyond what most people mean when they say that about some other shittier band. As arty but not as pretentious or angular as Gang of Four. As hook-driven and jangly as TV Personalities but never as precious or angsty. The dub influence is far more authentic and strange than anything about Sandanista!'s pastiche. I suppose an abstract, lo-fi, dub-inflected Chairs Missing/154-era Wire is as good a comparison as any. Bruno's voice even approaches Colin's timbre at times, though never barks and yelps in as quite a punk-like way.

After having passed over the seemingly thousands of out-of-print releases grace the pages of mp3 blogs under seemingly hundreds of different band names, I had a unique first exposure to them which I'll never get with This Heat or classic-period Wire: I saw them live. They played inside Emo's (the tiny part) during SXSW this year, as I believe they did last year, and completely won over a packed house. The crowd was a mix of a few fans, a decent contingent of those who had heard of them, and as with any SXSW show, a lot of random people who thought their name was entertaining. Their buzzing 77-era guitars, tight playing, off-the-charts hooks, and Bruno's impeccable punk elder statesman stage presence all locked together into that slipshod kind of professionalism that only a longtime gigging punk band can have.

When I grabbed the Homosexuals' CD compilation of their first/only record plus some singles (very much in print by ReR, speaking of This Heat), I found all that experimentation, dub atmosphere, and just general weirdness that gave their awesome tunes a dimension that works in your house on your stereo when you don't have the benefit of Bruno in front of your face. "Hearts In Exile" might be one of the most perfect tunes ever made. It's full of hooks but it never quite does what you expect it to do. The album version actually takes the original single and runs it through a complete dub makeover. And the lyrics? Well, they're not entirely inpenetrable, but more evocative than straightforward. Just have a listen.


Times New Viking... I still dunno

Went back and listened to the Paisley Reich today. Sadly, TNV's best moments are actually GBV's best moments. But there are some good hooks and a satisfyingly lo-fi texture that is fucking chewy. I mean, edible.

"Devo & Wine" is still a balls out track. Does exactly what it should. When I saw them open for Mission of Burma's reunion tour, before I'd heard any of their records, I thought they sucked complete cock. Of course, I hear GBV's earliest shows did too, so maybe I just have no vision.

photo by a guy on myspace called J.


TV Personalities: the painted word

Dan Treacy is most famous for basically inventing "twee" or "indie-pop" or any number of precious and sweet bullshit genres that we can't help ourselves for liking. "Part Time Punks" is the most scathingly hilarious thing ever, and "I Know Where Syd Barrett Lives" made Syd-worshiping cool (yeah, along with Robyn Hitchcock of course). 

But this album is the real monster in Treacy's catalog. The catchy tunes are extended and dropped into a cavernous, (relatively) sprawling atmosphere. The result is something pretty dark. Not like Closer kind of oh-god-it's-over-forever dark, more like a friend of yours telling you just how bad and lonely things are as hard as he tries. I read a comparison to Third/Sisters Lovers, I guess that's sorta fair. But let's be honest, shiny Big Star doesn't feel as intimate and soul-bared as the TVPs can. 

My Dark Places doesn't work nearly as well, but like a lot of TVP records there are a couple bona fide winners on there (the super-catchy and somewhat depressing title track especially).

Anyway, it's nice to see what happens when someone with the ability to write massive hooks on a low budget does when they stretch creatively and enter that truly dark-ass world where some of the best music of the 80s or any decade was made. Listen to it.


Laibach were unstoppable on this album. It probably doesn't hurt that their MO of making rock songs sound fascist were easy when songs like "One Vision" and "Life is Life" were popular. This stuff is lost on a lot of my countrymen more so than most Laibach even, since Opus was never a huge hit here.


Varg's getting out

Blabbermouth reports that Varg Vikernes, you know, Burzum guy, stabbed Euronymous from Mayhem, is finally going free a scant 6 years after his escape and recapture. Ah, Norway. Somehow he's got a kid, wants to live on a farm, is not a Nazi anymore, whatever. For a guy who's been acting the hardass/ghetto-Manson for his entire life behind bars, he sure got real regretful real fast.

Anyway.

He looks crazy as balls. Would you let him out? (pic from Burzum.org)


Can I just say

I think it's pretty fucking rad that Neko Case does a Sparks song on her new album. Somehow without their sarcasm and snark it's not quite the same. Maybe it works in the context of the record though, I'll have to check out the whole thing sometime.


Danger!

I heard this on a pop-punk radio show and was kind of blown away. Apparently these dudes did some highly respected 7"s and then dropped the album A Conscience Left To Struggle With Pockets Full of Rust (urg) in the 90s, somehow I missed that even though retro-punk was the only thing I rubbed myself off to in the mid 90s. Like Clinic or Dillinger Four (who they did a split with), apparently scenesters and critics said the 7"s were better blah blah, and then they did a second album for Victory Records. Anyway. I can't say the record is weak, but the "Danger" 7" is a monster track. Something about the highly affected vocals works — it's as if he's trying for some gravelly Jake Burns shit but doesn't want to actually yell. And yet it's not too stupid. ANYWAY. Spin this, it's hot, then go pick up Pockets of Constant Struggle or whatever it's called from a cut-out bin somwhere.


Breaking news: Austin band makes good music

Since moving here I've been wondering where to find the bands that make art instead of trying to be the next whatever (insert Trail of Dead or Stevie Ray Vaughan reference here) or just make it as working musicians around town. I don't disagree with those people doing what they do. That's cool for them. I just want to hear something a little different.

Coma in Algiers do something a little different. Take the early Touch and Go type sound of Flipper, Big Black, and Jesus Lizard, add some weird noises and 60s influence that reminds me of Electric Eels and Pere Ubu, and throw it together with some antisocial lyrics and I'd say you have a winner. It's a little retro but kinda new at the same time, and it's definitely not "retro" in the sense of the Blondie or Gang of Four rips that are still floating around.

picture ganked from their Myspace