Ween: High Sierra setlist

July 3rd, 2011 by admin

Unfortunately I couldn’t attend High Sierra. But I did kick it back at home in Chico, drank rum, and listened to Ween’s entire Sunday night set, which streamed live on fatmusicradio.com. Here’s the list……

Pork Roll Egg and Cheese
Bananas and Blow
Strap On That Jammy Pac
With My Own Bare Hands
Transdermal Celebration
Mr. Richard Smoker
Waving My Dick In The Wind
Freedom of ’76 [Gener skipped the "Sasha" verse, which they played by itself afterward.]
Learnin’ to Love
Gabrielle
Voodoo Lady
Your Party
Monique the Freak
Tear for Eddie
Let’s Dance
Pandy Fackler
The Mollusk
Back to Basom
Help Me Scrape the Mucus Off My Brain [by request]
Spinal Meningitis (Got Me Down)
Buckingham Green
ENCORE
Someday
Roses Are Free

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I Saw Deaner Fishin’ In His Sleep: An interview with Dean Ween

June 27th, 2011 by admin

By Jacob Sprecher

If you live in Northern California, I wouldn’t blame you in assuming that this Dean Ween interview was lined up in anticipation of Ween’s headlining set at High Sierra Music Festival. But you’d be wrong. In fact, Deaner, aka Mickey Melchiondo, in addition to being guitar virtuoso for the most revered, diverse and successful cult rock band of the last 25 years, is a lifelong fisherman, to the tune of being an actual licensed Charter Boat Captain (he runs Mickey’s Guide Service out of New Hope, PA and Belmar, NJ). So when Deaner’s publicist sent out a press blast stating that ol’ Cap’n Ween was looking to shoot the sea breeze, you kinda just say, “Why the hell not?” But I’m no fisherman. For me, it seemed a bit tricky as to taking the initial plunge. So how do you break the ice with Mickey Melchiondo when you’re not supposed to be focusing on Ween? Find a common ground…

You’re a diehard Phillies fan, right?
Massive Phillies fan, yes.

I’m a diehard Giants fan.
One of my best friends is a Giants fan. You know, I hate losing to anybody, but the Giants don’t rub me the wrong way. Matter of fact, if they hadn’t knocked us out last year, I’d probably wear a Lincecum jersey around. He’s a stoner dude; love that guy.

Do you have a hard time rooting for Cliff Lee?
Me? Hell no!

It’s funny, I can’t stand Cliff Lee. I would have a problem if he showed up on the Giants.
What scared me was [when] the Mets waived [Luis] Castillo, and when Utley got hurt they picked him up off of waivers, the Phillies, and it was like “Oh my God, I cannot root for this dude.” The only thing I hate more in the world than the Mets are the Cowboys. I can’t be nice to someone I meet with a Mets hat on; I can’t even talk to ‘em.

I was at a Phillies-Mets game in 2009 in Philly, and the Phillies blew the game. I was sitting in the bleachers and I’ve never seen that kind of animosity from a crowd.
You’ll die walking to the parking lot. I see it all the time, I have Flyers season tickets. People show up in their Rangers shit and their Devils stuff, and it’s like, “You don’t understand. You’ll die here.” A Cowboys jersey at an Eagles game is gonna get you punched in the face. Guaranteed. That doesn’t matter if you’re with your wife, or your little kids, you know?

So your obsession with fishing: Where did it begin?
It started with my father. My father was a fisherman, we had boats, we had a house down the shore; I’ve always lived on the Delaware River, and the Atlantic Ocean is right here. I picked up the ball. Even at a young age I’d go fishin’ by myself when I was younger than my son, like eight years old.

You kinda felt a kinship, so to speak, with the Delaware River when you were a kid?
Absolutely. Water in general. I will always live on or near the water.

When you were getting a little bit older, were you the kind of guy that was reading fishing magazines and Melville and stuff like that?
Yeah, I do all that geeky shit. I watch fishing programming on TV, I have 20 subscriptions to magazines, hang out in tackle shops; you know, I’m that guy.

Obviously a lot of The Mollusk is water-related; were you the driving force behind that theme?
It’s my favorite Ween record ever; I think it’s the best we’ve ever done. But it was a concept we’d had for over 10 years at that point—Aaron [Gene Ween] loves the ocean as much as I do. But a beach town in the off-season is one of the coolest, most magical things in the world. Everyone is gone. And the island where we [recorded The Mollusk] is my home turf. That’s where my parents had the house—Long Beach Island in New Jersey. And we were at the very, very south end of it, which is all preserved; it’s a nesting area for plovers. So we had always talked about like, “Man, the ultimate magical place to write and record would be down here in the wintertime.” It’s like being the last man on Earth. It’s like an outpost.

Then we did it and the environment affected us in a way that I could have never imagined. The music was just coming out of us, and I think it was an exact representation of where we were. It was a great soundtrack to being down there; big northeast winter storms at the end of an island. And it was probably the most productive writing I’ve ever been a part of in all the years in Ween. We were just churning out tunes everyday that were dark and oceanic. Not like a Beach Boys record.

There are some really cool pop moments, but you’re right, it’s pretty dark in a lot of places.
I think with Ween being musically all over the map, that was the most record of a record we ever made. It was the most cohesive thing we ever did. And the bulk of it happened in the first week or two. We wrote and recorded “Ocean Man,” “The Mollusk,” “Mutilated Lips,” “Buckingham Green,” “The Golden Eel,” all that stuff. And Aaron felt the same way, like “We’re really onto something.” We would live down there Monday through Friday, come home to our families on the weekends and go back down, and we would listen to the tapes on the way home and it was like, “Wow.” I couldn’t wait for it to come out. And I’m not very praising of our work [laughs], you know? Ultimately you were never confident about a record—but that one I really felt. Still to this day.

But it’s that same thing, to answer your original question. It’s that same magic that I like. If you have it your blood—that saltwater—and you like just being on the water everyday…I’m not exactly a model of healthy living, but it’s just so good for you spiritually, physically as well. It keeps me out of the bar at night; I get up at three in the morning when I do my charters. I’m at my boat at 5, and I’m out there and I watch the sun come up everyday, and how can that not be good for you? I’m a really good honest exhausted at the end of the day—not like drinkin’ and drugging and smoking cigarettes, you know. Being out there getting pounded on the boat all day, your whole body’s sore. I sleep hard, deep good sleep. I love it. I’m very happy right now.

I’ve watched some of the Brownie Troop, and it looks like your friend Nick [Honachefsky] really seems to know his shit.
Nick is the Managing Editor for SaltWater Sportsman. The Sports Illustrated of fishing. Nick is the man. He’s my best friend.

So you guys go way back?
No, when my fishing thing started taking off he got in touch with me. He was a Ween fan in college. He was like, “How have we not hung out?” I knew who he was. It was like a brotherhood. From the day I met him we became best friends. We probably fish together over 100 days a year… You can always tell someone that’s into it. They don’t poo-poo any kind of fishing. If there’s sunnies in the creek behind my house, he’ll go back there and throw bread with my son and love it. It doesn’t have to be a 300-pound tuna, you know? A puddle of water and you bring a rod; he’s one of those.

You’ve got Mickey’s Guide Service. Is that like a small dream come true?
You know, it’s my third year of guiding full-time, [and] as time has gone on with Ween, it’s become more important to have other things in my life. There’s a blurry line between hobby and work—that’s a precious thing. You wanna keep that, do what you love. But for years my wife would get up at 6, she was a high school teacher, and I would get up a few hours later and I would make my coffee and write and record all day. This was well into Ween, six albums into our career. If you enjoy it that much, that’s a blessing. And I found that as the band got more popular that it started to become a drag; touring started to feel like a drag; feeling like you have to write another record. It was around that time, whether it’s a coincidence or not, that I started fishing a lot more, getting serious about it. And I always wanted to get my captain’s license as a personal challenge to see if I could do it—it’s great shit to know, celestial navigation and all this stuff. It all fell into place. I realized I had an opportunity and I stepped it up.

It kind of creates a balance between profit and pleasure.
Exactly. It’s the same thing. I’m fortunate enough to do two things all the time that I absolutely love. I get paid to fish, and I get paid to play guitar, and that’s great. I’ve been approached by like five different producers to do a TV show, and I’m not sure if I wanna do it. And I tell them, I’m like, “Listen if it’s gonna be on the Travel Channel I’ll do it,” but I have no interest being on Versus or whatever. I don’t need another labor of love in my life. I’m so happy with the way things are right now that I don’t wanna fuck it up. I have over 125 charters this year, and I did about that much last year; it never was a drag, driving to my boat in the morning. When it starts to become a drag, I’ll pull back from it and find the balance.

But it’s a process. When I first started guiding I only did the river. I did small-mouthed bass, striped bass, shad, walleye, and that became a drag and it was like, “No, the ocean.” It’s way more compelling. You never know what’s going to come up on your line. So I don’t do river guiding very much, I just do it for a few weeks in April and then move to salt till the end of the season in December. And what I’ll probably do is move away from inshore fishing next year and do less trips but I’ll do tuna and marlin and mako shark and things like that.

Do you find that most of your clientele is diehard Ween fans, or do people just find you in the phonebook?
I have my own fishing forum, it’s really hard to find, and Ween fans mostly find their way to it. But they’re the most hardcore fishermen of the Ween fans, and they’re all over the world. So I get people like that. I get fanboys that have never done anything; like Brooklyn assholes on the boat that get seasick five minutes into the trip. Most people have some fishing experience. I get some newbies, but that’s my job, I’m a guide. My job is to take them and do something they couldn’t do on their own and impart knowledge on them, you know. But it’s all over the place: I’ve had marine biologists on my boat, I’ve had a fish supplier that supplies all the top restaurants in New York City, I’ve had junkies on my boats [laughs]… I do a lot of bachelor parties, a lot of birthday parties. I get a lot of women buying their Ween fan husbands charters. Which is great. It’s a great gift.

So you’re down to buddy-up with the fans?
Mmhmm. My home phone number’s on the website. There’s no secretary, there’s no go-between; I meet you at the dock or your hotel and I pick you up and that’s it.

Of the four trips you offer—you’ve got the Delaware River, you’ve got striped bass in the Atlantic, you’ve got summer bottom fishing and the fall trip—which is your favorite and why?

Right now, spring striper fishing in the river and then in the ocean. All the bait is around, and the fish are fat and they’re aggressive, and it’s your best chance of the year of catching a trophy. And it’s after just a long, excruciating winter; it’s just such a relief to be back on the water. There’s something to be said for fall fishing, too. Thousands of birds in the sky bombin’ the water, tuna fish come inshore and you’ll see them blowin’ up. But I really like it all, I really do.

But your favorite place to fish, period, is South Florida?
South Florida, specifically Key West. I have the gene. That’s where I wanna go. I’m a Hemingway junkie first of all, but you can’t beat year-round nice weather, world-class game fish right in sight of the fuckin’ land, you know.

Is there one place you have not fished, within the United States, that you’d like to give a shot?
Yeah, surprisingly I’ve never fished The Great Lakes. I come from small-mouthed bass, but our fish top out around four and half pounds. So I’d like to go up and try my hand at a six- or an eight-pounder.

Have you ever encountered anything that scared the shit out of you, where you thought, “This is it”?
Yeah, well, a lot of really bad seas. But that’s just part of it. But last spring we were striper fishing on a huge bunker school, for bait, and my rod just started screamin’, the drag on the reel started screamin’. And I saw this huge scythe, like scepter tail come out of the water [and] it was a thresher shark. Which are of the nastier… This fish was workin’ the bunker school and he took my bait. He was like as big as my boat, and we were on him for an hour and 40 minutes and sun went down—it was pitch black out there. The fish literally towed us like Old Man and the Sea-style; we finally got him to the side and cut him loose. I’ve had whale come up and spout and the boat looks like a fuckin’ matchbook all of a sudden. But it’s not scary, it just gets you in touch with your mortality [laughs].

If somebody told you could never play the guitar again, could you be content with the life of a fisherman.
Absolutely. I can feed myself. That’s one of the cool things; I always forget that. I don’t even really like to eat fish.

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An interview with Kid Congo Powers

June 13th, 2011 by admin

By Jacob Sprecher

Kid Congo Powers is of legendary status. He played guitar in The Cramps on Psychedelic Jungle and Smells Like Female; he played guitar in Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds on Tender Prey and The Good Son; he co-founded The Gun Club; he was creator and president of The Ramones fan club in 1976; he’s toured a blue streak the world over, and has more stories than God. And he’s a really, really nice guy with the gumption to laugh at himself. In light of his latest release with The Pink Monkey Birds, Gorilla Rose, whose namesake is homage to an obscure artist that influenced L.A.’s equally obscure formative punk group The Screamers,  Hi-Fi Hangover caught up with Kid for a word or two.

So who exactly was Gorilla Rose?
The Screamers descended upon the Los Angeles punk rock explosion of ’76, ’77. I think they had come from Seattle, and there they had made a band out of a theatrical performance group called Ze Whiz Kids, and that turned into a band called The Tupperwares which turned into a band called The Screamers…this group of Whiz Kids were a bunch of underground actors from New York, San Francisco; some of The Coquettes, the really crazy, acid-dropping drag theatrical troupe [laughs]. So they came to L.A. in the punk era and made a big influence on the scene.

People [often] just think of The Germs…but The Screamers didn’t really make records; there’s legend of them but there’s not much evidence. They were super unique: a hard punk band with no guitars, just keyboards; a synthesizer and a distorted Fender Rhodes and a drummer and a crazy singer… And with them came theater people, photographers, fashion people, makeup artists; everyone who creates such scenes; and Gorilla Rose was one of these people.

I was a teenager at the time, and when I first moved out of my parents’ house I was looking for somewhere to crash and stay, and The Screamers invited me to come stay a while at their house, and I wound up just moving in. And around their house, which was their creative area, [were] all these people…and they were listening to lots of Nico and Neu, who in 1977 I had never heard before; the German versions of Trans-Europe Express by Kraftwerk; the soundtrack to Susperia by Goblin…you know, it wasn’t your standard, “Oh we’re just listening to the Sex Pistols and The Ramones,” which of course we were listening to, but there were just other elements at play in that first explosion of punk. And Gorilla Rose did artwork, and he was a performer himself, but he was always somewhat of an advisor to the [Screamers’] singer Tomata du Plenty… I was just a kid and just around, but the way I observed it was that he was really instrumental and had a sharp wit and a big influence on Tomata and the lyrics of The Screamers.

Was he a little bit older?
Well they were all a little bit older than me [laughs]. I was the young, easily influenced kid. But they were older, probably 25 or something…so old. But I saw them as something to look up to, so that experience has always just stayed with me, and set me on my way; a slightly more askew, more arty viewpoint of things; to be open-minded to more things than just punk rock.

For Gorilla Rose you hooked up again with producer Jason Ward, whom you’d worked with on Dracula Boots. What was it that brought you back?
Well, that whole chemistry of everyone together. I’ve had [this band] for several years now, and the chemistry is just so incredible; they’re spread all over but it’s worth it to me. We all get together in Kansas, right in the middle; people coming in from Seattle, Austin, Chicago and D.C. Our drummer lives in [Harveyville,] Kansas, and him and his girlfriend own a high school there that they’ve converted into their house and an artist retreat called The Harveyville Project. It’s a town of 250 people total. There’s no distraction, there’s a lot of room, he has a gymnasium where we record—it’s incredible and beautiful. No clocks going. You’re free to get lost in your imagination.

I actually met Jason through our drummer and bass player, Kiki and Ron, and he was really game, and it just worked so well on Dracula Boots. If you’ve got a good recipe you shouldn’t mess with it.

So your drummer bought an old defunct high school, basically?
It actually hadn’t been empty for too long, so it was in really perfect shape. You know, a 1940s two-story high school. I was like, “You’ve bought a mansion that just doesn’t look like a mansion. You have 20 rooms, your kitchen is the size of a cafeteria, you have a basketball court, a giant stage with lighting and bleachers, an old clock in a cage and a scoreboard.” So we’re recording in that and it’s such a rock ‘n’ roll fantasy to me. And then, of course, no extra reverb needed [laughs]… The room, the gymnasium, is really the star of the record. You can hear everything. You can even hear the squeak of the kick pedal.

Let’s talk some of Gorilla Rose‘s lyricism. “Catsuit Fruit”?
Those are some heavy lyrics [laughs]. Some heavy poetry. Actually that was just creating a mood. Kiki and Ron came up with the bass and drums, and I was like, “Oh, I just see someone skulking around in a cat suit.” But we didn’t have an idea for lyrics and I just started mentioning fruit, and it kinda became its own thing. It became meaningful.

“Our Other World”… Did you used to work at a record store down in L.A.? Were some of those stories from personal experience?
I’ve taken a lot of those lyrics from my memoirs, actually… The part about Rick James coming in the record store is completely a real story.

Can you dish a little more of that one?
One day, it was like 1977, ’78, George Clinton had a record out, or Funkadelic; one of those George Clinton groups [Parliament], and it was called Pin the Tail on the Funky but it had a donkey, like a jackass, on the cover. It was supposed to be like Super Freak, or I guess they were trying to say it was like Superman, but you could tell it was supposed to be Rick James in a Super Freak suit. And so Rick James, I guess, didn’t take too kindly to this. [So he] came into the record store—I was working on Hollywood Blvd—with some big giant bodyguard guys, and grabbed the whole stack of records and made a scene breaking them all. And then he of course had to pay for them because we could have arrested him. He was just making the show and I thought, “In the end, George Clinton is still getting the money from you.”

That whole place was just a crazy scene. It was the corner of Hollywood Blvd and Las Palmas Avenue, which was at the time a big place of male hustlers and prostitutes; there was a coffee shop there called the Gold Cup that was all homeless runaways, and so there was always something going on in that [record] store. At the same time as the Rick James thing was going on a drag queen saw there was some distraction and was trying to steal records under her t-shirt and run out the door with them [laughs]. My book is going to be just stories like that.

If you grew up in L.A., how did it come to be that you were president of the Ramones fan club if they were NYC-based?
Right as soon as their first record came out, The Ramones came to L.A. and played a lot. They played everywhere, every little club. And there was this group of people, kind of a weird group of weird disparate freaks; punk rock kids like us, old hippies, photographers, schoolteachers; there was no real defining punk thing then. The whole British invasion hadn’t happened yet, so there was just this kind of MAD Magazine crowd scene.

We followed them to every show…caravan down to San Diego and up to San Francisco… [And] it was the first time it was really easy to know bands. You could walk up to the bands, or they just walk out into the audience. It wasn’t like anything. Before that it was definitely rock stars separate from audience. The line was erased. You know, they wanted to go out thrift shopping, and record shopping, and who’s going to take them? Fans.

So I started thinking “I’ll get everyone’s address and then I can make a newsletter of what the Ramones are gonna be doing when they come to L.A. or wherever they’re going,” so I started this mail-order fanzine. They’re management and they’re record company, Sire, they saw a good thing; they could see something happening. They were very helpful, so I started getting all this free swag, and it was really cool.

So you kind of stepped into the role. It didn’t exist prior.
No, no it didn’t exist. It was the start of the whole DIY thing.

I imagine you made quite a few connections through the role.
Yeah, the connections were with people, and it really created an enduring community. I would say there’s a large handful of those people that are still my friends today. The whole idea of doing that was to, you know—we didn’t know any other people like us, who liked music like that. To me The Ramones were like The Beatles; The Ramones and Patti Smith were just everything. I found out the release date of their record and I waited in the morning for the store to open thinking “I don’t want it to be sold out!” And of course I was the only person waiting.

The Cramps?
I from a very, very young age, was really obsessed with New York. I was that 14-year-old kid telling my parents and anyone that would listen “I’m moving to New York one day!” I don’t know why. Everything I read and movies I saw, I was like “This is the place for me.” I met a bunch of other kids like that, and the whole [NYC] music scene had been going on and we just couldn’t bare the thought of being left out. So we got a $69 one-way ticket to New York on Greyhound, and five of us got a bunch of supplies, which was mostly pills and cookies, and made our way. Some of that group ended up staying there for life and some came back; one of the girls had a mission to marry Richard Hell.

But at that time we met lots of people. You just met everyone. Bands were not separate. And we met a lot of newer bands, people like Lydia Lunch, The Contortions, The Dead Boys…and it was then I saw The Cramps. That just blew my mind completely. Mixing psychedelic music with rockabilly, which right now is not such a stretch, but at the time was completely unheard of. You had never heard of anyone even think about that, and look like that and act like that. It was another big discovery for me.

I went back to L.A. and then they moved to L.A. after Brian Gregory had left the band. Some New York friends, Christian Hoffman and Bradley Fields from Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, I think suggested to [The Cramps], “You remember that kid—he has a band now.” That was when I was in the Gun Club, it was like 1980 or something, so they came and saw us and I guess they thought I would be the person to be in their band, at the urging of Christian and Bradley. I had been playing guitar for one year when they asked me. I really couldn’t play very well, but style goes a long way sometimes.

Also, I’ve never got them to say it, but I really think the thing was that when I met them in New York, I was wearing this gold blazer from the early ‘60s that came from this Memphis place called Lansky Brothers, which is where Elvis used to shop a lot. And they were really like, “Ahhhh, that’s incredible.” And I think some years later when they came to L.A. that they were saying “That’s the guy with the gold blazer from Lansky Brothers!” So I really think that cinched the deal.

And how did it come to be that you later got to know Nick Cave?
Well, we knew Nick through the drug circles—no—through The Birthday Party, and we [the Gun Club] dug what they were doing. So we met them when they came to America and L.A. The Gun Club ended up moving to London after a while because we were more popular in Europe and were feeling at the time very shunned by our own country and more understood in Europe. So we moved to our land of rock opportunity and started seeing more of Nick. And then the Gun Club took one of our many breakups for a while, and The Bad Seeds were going on tour; Barry Adamson was leading the band and Mick [Harvey] was going to move over to bass and they needed a second guitarist.

And at that time I wasn’t really jiving with London so much; and really I [began] playing mostly with the Bad Seeds and they were based in Berlin, so I ended up moving over there, pre-Wall coming down. It was a very special, very great artistic scene. Because London was such a pop scene, so concerned with whatever the newest thing was, what’s in and out of fashion. So they asked me to do that, and I really loved Berlin, and I just learned a whole new set of rules for playing, or lack or rules. I’d been doing really basic, offbeat rock music, and with The Bad Seeds it was more singer-driven, more piano-driven, and it opened up a lot of ideas for me; expanded my palette.

I’m a trained player, [but] I think why The Cramps and Nick Cave were interested in what I do because what I’m doing is completely made up. I learn things along the way, but I don’t play in standard tuning, and I play by expression, really, and by feeling. So it’s kind of embarrassing a lot of the time when I’m starting a new project, because sometimes I’m just like, “Well, I don’t really know what I’m doing, but it goes like this.” I’ll dance around like a chicken to try and explain what it sounds like. Luckily I have a band right now that actually knows how to transcribe that idea.

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Boris stream album teasers via NPR; release date May 24

May 17th, 2011 by admin

Just when you think Japanese metal juggernauts Boris couldn’t get any filthier, they go and release two full-length albums on the same day c/o Sargent House. Indeed, May 24th will see the issuance of both Attention Please and Heavy Rocks. To buoy the occasion, the good people at NPR have decided to stream both LPs, both of which you can dig on above. Did I mention they’re touring with Russian Circles all summer?

BORIS & RUSSIAN CIRCLES / SAADE : EUROPEAN SUMMER TOUR 2011
June 17 – Tilburg, Netherlands @ 013 Popcentrum
June 18 – Brugge, Belgium @ Entrepot w/ The Ocean, Intronaut, Red Fang & More
June 19 – London, UK @ ULU
June 20 – Manchester, UK @ Islington Mill
June 21 – Bristol, UK @ The Fleece
June 22 – Paris, France @ La Maroquinerie
June 24 – Madrid, Spain @ Caracol
June 25 – Porto, Portugal @ Hard Club
June 26 – Lisbon, Portugal @ Musicbox
June 28 – Barcelona, Spain @ Apolo 2
June 29 – Lyon, France @ Grrrrnd Zero
June 30 – Zurich, Switzerland @ Rote Fabrik
July 01 – Karlsruhe, Germany @ Jubez
July 02 – Munich, Germany @ Feierwerk
July 04 – Rome, Italy @ Traffic Live
July 05 – Milan, Italy @ Miodi Festival /Magnolia (Outdoor Fest)
July 07 – Vienna, Austria @ Arena Vienna
July 08 – Leipzig, Germany @ UT Connewitz
July 09 – Prague, Czech @ Matrix Klub
July 10 – Berlin, Germany @ Festsaal Kreuzberg
July 11 – Hamburg, Germany @ HafenKlang
July 12 – Gothenberg, Sweden @ Truckstop Alaska
July 13 – Oslo, Norway @ John Dee
July 14 – Stockholm, Sweden @ The Strand
July 15 – Copenhagen, Denmark @Vega
July 16 – Dortmund, Germany @ FZW
July 17 – Dour, Belgium @ Dour Festival

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Growlers still on tour; “Gay Thoughts” 7″ the jam

May 13th, 2011 by admin

If you haven’t claimed The Growlers limited Gay Thoughts/Good Feelings 7″, you probably should. And if you haven’t already caught The Growlers on their current cross-country trek, you should probably rectify that as well. Below are the remaining tour dates for the kings of beach-goth.

5/13 Nelsonville Music Festival, Nelsonville, OH
5/14 The Crooked I, Erie, PA
5/15 Parts & Labor, Toronto, ON
5/17 Soundlab, Buffalo, NY
5/18 Garfield Artworks, Pittsburgh, PA
5/19 Rhumba Café, Columbus, OH
5/20 Northside Tavern, Cincinnati, OH
5/21 The End, Nashville, TN
5/22 JJ Bohemia’s, Chattanooga, TN
5/24 Cosmic Charlie’s, Lexington, KY
5/25 Rock House, St. Louis, MO
5/26 Empty Bottle, Chicago, IL
5/27 Museum of Contemporary Art, Detroit, MI w/Rodriguez
5/29 The Frequency, Madison, WI
5/30 7th St Entry, Minneapolis, MN
5/31 Vaudeville Mews, Des Moines, IA
6/01 Bottleneck, Lawrence, KS
6/02 Larimer Lounge, Denver, CO w/White Denim
6/04 Indie West Fest at Ventura County Fair Grounds – Ventura, CA
6/29 The Independent, San Francisco, CA w/Dr Dog
6/30 Fulton 55, Fresno, CA
7/01 The Troubadour, Los Angeles, CA

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Hunx and His Punx tour off Too Young To Be In Love

April 25th, 2011 by admin

A record you should run out and buy: Too Young To Be In Love by Hunx and His Punx. Based out of Oakland, CA and fronted by flamboyant hairstylist Seth Bogart, Hunx and His Punx are quite legitimately squared up as homoerotic pop derived from the Shangri-Las and the Ronnettes. With an all-female backing band that includes Shannon Shaw of Shannon and The Clams, Bogart has assembled a genuine girl group to match his effeminate punk rock ‘n’ roll stature. The first single, “Lover’s Lane,” is a perfect example of the Hunx’s gritty pop dynamism, with Bogart’s sexual sneer deftly mingling amid Shaw’s luscious and booming womanly yowls. Signed to Hardly Art, Too Young To Be In Love was recorded in New York by Ivan Julian—a founding member of Richard Hell and the Voidoids—in a studio once graced by Ronnie Spector, an admitted influence of Bogart. Hunx and His Punx are currently on a North American tour with Shannon and The Clams, the remaining dates listed below.

04/26 – Montreal, QC – La Sala Rossa
04/27 – Toronto, ONT – The Legendary Horseshoe Tavern
04/28 – Detroit, MI – The Old Miami
04/29 – Chicago, IL – Empty Bottle
04/30 – Milwaukee, WI – Cactus Club
05/01 – Minneapolis, MN – 7th St. Entry
05/03 – Fargo, ND – The Aquarium
05/04 – Omaha, NE – Slowdown Jr.
05/05 – Kansas City, MO – The Record Bar
05/07 – Denver, Co – Hi Dive

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Queens Of The Stone Age at The Fox Theater

April 12th, 2011 by admin

Queens Of The Stone Age rolled into Oakland’s Fox Theater last night, touring off the reissue of their classic 1998 debut/self-titled LP. The show—highly anticipated by Queens fans in the Bay Area—had been sold out since the day after tickets went on sale, and, as you might expect, the crowd was into it, to say the least. Here’s the set list from the near two-hour performance:

Regular John
Avon
If Only
Walkin’ On The Sidewalks
You Would Know
How To Handle A Rope
The Bronze
Mexicola
Hispanic Impressions
I Was A Teenage Hand Model
You Can’t Quit Me Baby
(first encore)
Monsters In The Parasol
Burn The Witch
I Wanna Make It Witchu
Little Sister
(second encore)

Better Living Through Chemistry
Go With The Flow
Song For The Dead

True to their word, Queens indeed played the full self-titled album, and included “The Bronze,” which would have been a crying shame to leave out. The only disappointment was the omission of  “These Aren’t The Droids You’re Looking For,” a b-side and personal favorite of the era.

All things considered, this was as strong a Queens show as you’re going to get, as they barely dabbled in their lesser material of recent years, “I Wanna Make It Witchu” being the only cheeseball stinker on the list. While Joey Castillo is built for speed behind the kit, and at times blasted through some of Alfredo Hernandez‘s pocket grooves, he pretty much owned it back there, and stayed true to the dynamics of Queens Of The Stone Age. Even Josh Homme turned back the clock a little bit, rolling his rock star antics back to perhaps 2005. That is to say he didn’t make a complete ass of himself, which has become customary in recent years. His stage banter was not worth one single goddamn, but hey—it coulda been a whole lot worse.

This was the type of show that every old QOTSA fan has been waiting for. They’ll never release anything close to Queens Of The Stone Age ever again—if they release anything at all—but last night that simply didn’t matter. Long live Queens.

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Doomsday Cometh or, Sammy Hagar Will Kill Us All

March 31st, 2011 by admin

as written for Synthesis

Sammy Hagar. The Red Rocker. Cabo Wabo Man. Jesus Christ Himself, or whatever.

I don’t even know where to begin this rant, but I’ll start here: Sammy Hagar has a brand spanking new autobiography on the shelves entitled Red: My Uncensored Life In Rock, and it is currently topping the New York Times bestseller list. Within the pages of this book, readers are privy to the full Monty of Big Red’s tall tales, or, as redrocker.com would put it, “the drugs, groupies, and excesses of fame, the outrageous stadium tours, and the thrill of musical innovation.” All that and more in this “treasure trove of rock ‘n’ roll war stories” that is, among other things, “life-changing.”

That any rock ‘n’ roll autobiography would debut at #1 on the charts is baffling in its own right, but Sammy Hagar? Honestly. Sammy Hagar? Before attempting to tackle the absurdity of Red’s content, let’s be clear on one thing: Sammy Hagar has always sucked. Always. It’s not even debatable. Have a gander at his qualifications.

Montrose: Probably the worst hard rock band of the 1970s. Or look at it this way: In 1973 all the cool kids were listening to Raw Power. The young adults that would someday make Quiet Riot a national sensation? Montrose.

Solo: Hagar’s singly venture from ‘76-‘85 yielded gems like “There’s Only One Way To Rock” and “I Can’t Drive 55,” the latter being one of most mocked songs in the history of rock music, typifying a genre we now dubiously refer to as “classic.”

Van Halen: Hagar ruined this band, and part of my childhood. “Smells Like Teen Spirit” never made more sense than it did in following “Right Now” on MTV’s Top 20.

The Waboritas, Chickenfoot, etc: I don’t really need to say anything here, other than Chad Smith from the Chili Peppers has lost his mind.

So Red expunges the nitty-gritty of this super-suck resume. And if 256 pages of self-promotion and Eddie Van Halen rips isn’t enough to turn your crank, don’t forget that within Red, you have the once-coveted reality of reading up on the Red Rocker’s short ‘n’ curlies. Yes, yes, you can read about Sammy being blown by studio receptionists, his sex tent orgy exploits, and much, much more, because say hey! “That’s part of the deal. When you’re young and rich and the lead singer of the biggest band in the world, sex is thrown at you…don’t you wish you would’ve been there?”

That from a 63-year-old man with bleached hair and a Cabo Wabo t-shirt. Surely best selling material. Who wouldn’t love it, to spend $15 on an auto-hagiographical biography full of worthless stories?

The real question is that if Sammy Hagar, a man devoid of all relevant cultural value, can spin his tales of ribaldry to the tune of a national best seller, who can’t? I suppose the answer would be anyone rich that likes to get wasted. Hell, I’m calling right now for a redraft of 1991’s Ice By Ice: The Vanilla Ice Story In His Own Words, along with a new Tommy Lee fore and after in Motley Crue: The Dirt, which hopefully will discuss moreover his atavistic gangbangs and general misogyny.

The continued success of egomaniacal rock star idiots like Sammy Hagar is one of those things that sometimes make me think the Romans are coming, that the doomsday device is just behind the curtain. There’s nothing we can do about it, except not buy the damned book. So fuck it. And fuck him. The Red Rocker? Sweet nickname, bro.

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Weedeater, Zoroaster at Thee Parkside

March 14th, 2011 by admin

Of notable San Franciscan dive bar fame, Thee Parkside played host Friday night to a shoulder-to-shoulder southern metal show that probably should have booked someplace else.  Not because of inadequate staffing or sub-par sound, but rather the fact that it was over-sold. If you’d included those turned away (which were many, as half the line stretching down Wisconsin was told to go home shortly after 9 PM), this bill could have easily filled the Great American or any other mid-sized club in the city.

I’d come to see Zoroaster. But despite having been caught in their wake since the release of Voice of Saturn in March of 2009, not to mention digging on Matador the past year, I’d yet to see the trio live. I was informed prior to the set, however, that they were touring without bass player/founding member Brent Anderson, temporarily replacing him with Whores drummer Travis Owen, and that it was “a little different” when compared with the norm. “Different,” though, did not equate to a negative—Zoroaster was solid, ripping through Matador and choice Saturn cuts with the zeal you would expect from the rising metal sloth. “D.N.R.” emphasized Zoroaster’s stone-psych aspect, while “Ancient Ones” spoke to fans of High On Fire, enabling bottled aggravation from the black-clad horde. Owen passed the test on four-string with flying colors, though his bass-pumping rock antics, while not contrived, certainly stood in contrast to Anderson’s much-lauded ethereality. And they missed Anderson on backing vocals—“Spirit Molecule,” for one, just didn’t have the same cathartic resolve without his Gregorian-like mysticism to close things out.

And then up walks Weedeater, a band I’d shamefully heard lots about but knew almost nothing of, a classic case of “Oh yeah I was gonna but…” Procrastination, though, proved beneficial, as it allowed for that rare opportunity to have my doors blown completely off.

Weedeater, inked to Southern Lord, showed up and dropped a dump truck load of stony doom atop the Parkside, stacks hissing with enough down-tuned fuzz to bleed your eardrums before putting you to sleep, and it was fantastic. I mean it was that good a first impression, and I was sold from the opening riff of “Hammerhandle.” They hit the audience with new material off Jason…The Dragon, including the devastating title track (“Abandon ship, and burn that fucking flag!“), but weren’t above taking a couple steps back , a la “Dummy,” off their 2003 release God Luck and Good Speed. But part of the true beauty I found in Weedeater, as they lumbered like a coked-out dinosaur, was a certain down-to-earth emanation wafting off stage. Perhaps it was offbeat southern hospitality, or the fact that “Dixie” Dave Collins looked like a cross-eyed hillbilly sick on whiskey while Dave Shepard could have been pumping gas and Keith Kirkum appeared plucked outta the Haight. Or I don’t know what. Maybe it was just that Weedeater was tight as a snare drum, each member owning their respective deed like a feudal boyar.

Whichever the case, I wound up understanding in full why the Parkside was over-sold, and I didn’t blame them for doing so. I’d want Weedeater to play at my fuckin’ bar, too.

March 15–Albuquerque, NM–Launchpad
March 18–Austin, TX–SXSW
March 19–San Antonio, TX–Korova
March 20–New Orleans, LA–Siberia
March 22–Tampa, FL–Orpheum
March 23–Orlando, FL–Backbooth
March 24–Atlanta, GA–The Earl
March 25–Spartanburg, SC–Ground Zero
March 26–Savannah, GA–The Jinx

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The Booze release At Maximum Volume; set for national tour

March 5th, 2011 by admin

Alive and kicking with southern-fried Brit pop chops, the Booze are back for another sweaty go-round with the March release of At Maximum Volume, the Atlanta-based quintet’s fourth LP. Released by Underrated Recordings, Maximum Volume, on the whole,  taps deeper into mid-’70s Stones than previous works like Straight, No Chaser, which hearkened more towards the Zombies’ side of the British spectrum, though little is lost in believability. Back on the road come March 12th, the Booze will head west and everywhere in between:

Mar. 12 – Atlanta, GA – The Star Bar (release show)
Mar. 16 – New Orleans, LA – Siberia*
Mar. 17 – Houston, TX – Rudyards*
Mar. 19 – Austin, TX – The Parlor (SXSW)*
Mar. 20 – San Angelo, TX – The Deadhorse
Mar. 21 – El Paso, TX – M’s Lips Lounge*
Mar. 22 – Tempe, AZ – Yucca Tap Room*
Mar. 23 – San Diego, CA – Eleven*
Mar. 24 – Los Angeles, CA – Redwood Bar*
Mar. 25 – Fullerton, CA – Slidebar*
Mar. 26 – San Francisco, CA – Thee Parkside*
Mar. 27 – Sacramento, CA – The Hub*
Mar. 30 – San Jose, CA – Blank Club*
Mar. 31 – Reno, NV – Lincoln Lounge
Apr. 01 – Portland, OR – East End*
Apr. 02 – Seattle, WA – The Comet Tavern*
Apr. 03 – Boise, ID – Gustos*
Apr. 04 – Salt Lake City, UT – Burt’s Tiki Lounge*
Apr. 05 – Fort Collins, CO – Surfside 7*
Apr. 06 – Denver, CO – 3 Kings Tavern*
Apr. 07 – Colorado Springs, CO – Triple Nickel Tavern*
Apr. 08 – Omaha, NE – Slowdown*
Apr. 09 – St Louis, MO – Cicero’s*
Apr. 10 – Memphis, TN – Murphy’s*
May 19 – Indianapolis, IN – Rock Lobster*
May 20 – Milwaukee, WI – Quarter’s Rock N Roll Palace*
May 21 – Chicago, IL – Beat Kitchen*
May 22 – Cleveland, OH – Now That’s Class*

(*with the Biters)

Now dig this MP3: “Kick Me Where It Hurts”

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