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The Friday Mixtape, 11/20/09

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Bend It Like Bender! – Devin Townsend Project from Addicted (2009)

Blue Cheadle – Cheer-Accident from Fear Draws Misfortune (2009)

Cruisin’ With The Deuce – Quarterflash from Quarterflash (1980)

Elegy – Bob Belden from Black Dahlia (2001)

Hard Shoulder – Mark Knopfler from Get Lucky (2009)

Love’s Got A Lot To Answer For – Nick Lowe from At My Age (2007)

My Blue Heaven – Django Reinhardt from Django in Rome 1949-1950 (2004)

Never Mind – Minster Hill from MiNsTeR HiLL (1999)

The Road To Hell – Chris Rea from The Road to Hell (1989)

Rocks In The Ocean – Al Stewart from 24 Carrots (1980)

Take Me Back (Deja Vu) – Van Halen from Balance (1995)

That Old Black Magic – Louis Prima and Keely Smith from Capitol Collectors Series: Louis Prima (1991)

What She Wants – TDF from Retail Therapy (1997)

Witch’s Promise – Jethro Tull from Original Masters (1985)

Wooden Planes – Art Garfunkel from Watermark (1977)

Vinyl Review: 7 Worlds Collide, “The Sun Came Out”

7 Worlds Collide, spearheaded by Crowded House’s Neil Finn, is a loose collective formed with friends, acquaintances and contemporaries coming together in a studio to hash out some songs. It’s a nice concept, though not an entirely unique one, the most recent comparison (relatively speaking, considering its decades-long gestation) being Peter Gabriel’s Big Blue Ball. Not coincidentally, Tim Finn is a member in good standing of both, but The Sun Came Out trumps Big Blue Ball in one important aspect: consistency. Because of Gabriel, and his Real World label’s world music emphasis, the tracks bounced wildly from a pop tune to a chant, to an African tribal rhythm and back to a pop tune, all good in their own right but incoherent in the record’s preset context.

The Sun Came Out has a rock & roll through-line and, therefore, is an easier listen. The pedigree is outstanding as well, since you’re not just getting more Finns than you can shake a stick at, but you’re getting a chunk of Radiohead, a large part of Wilco, and some Johnny Marr for good measure. One of the early standouts is “Run in the Dust,” a Marr contribution with some nice, moody guitar textures, but the set spans two CDs or four full vinyl sides. By the sheer weight of the thing, the listener instinctively begins to cherry-pick tracks. For the CD or iTunes set, that’s fine. For the vinyl collector, not so much. (more…)

The Friday Mixtape: Parlour to Parlour Edition

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If you’ve been following the Parlour to Parlour series here at Popdose, you may remember the featured artist from a few weeks back, the Spring Heeled Jacks Original Swinging Jass Band, as that rare indie band that doesn’t play live. Not only are they the one strictly “studio” act in the series so far, they’re the lone representatives of the great state of Texas. Furthermore, they’re the only band to pass along a mix CD of artists and songs that have inspired their work.

The following 16 tunes were cherry-picked by Parlour to Parlour’s Michael Fortes from a two-disc, 39-track collection given to him by Jacks bassist-arranger-programmer extraordinaire Josh Morrow. Those discs served as a soundtrack for road trips to San Antonio and Austin, a jumping-off point for many a conversation about music of all kinds, not just the artists on the discs themselves, and now a chunk of it is here for you to enjoy.

Danny Elfman – Ice Dance from Edward Scissorhands soundtrack (1990)
Duke Ellington – Arabesque Cookie (Arabian Dance) from Three Suites (1960)
Emmett Miller – Big Bad Bill Is Sweet William Now from The Minstrel Man From Georgia (1929)
Erykah Badu – Kiss Me on My Neck from Mama’s Gun (2000)
Fiona Apple – Not About Love from Extraordinary Machine (2005)
Gladys Knight & the Pips – Midnight Train to Georgia from Midnight Train to Georgia: The Best of Gladys Knight & the Pips (2007)
Jermaine Jackson – That’s How Love Goes from Big Brother Jermaine: The Jermaine Jackson Collection (2009)
Leon Redbone – Sweet Mama Hurry Home or I’ll Be Gone from On the Track (1975)
Louis Armstrong & His All Stars – Sleepy Time Down South from Happy Birthday Louis (2001)
Mama Cass Elliott – Dream a Little Dream of Me from Creeque Alley: The History of the Mamas & the Papas (1968)
Queen – Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon from A Night at the Opera (1975)
The Beach Boys – Cabinessence from Good Vibrations: Thirty Years of the Beach Boys (1993)
The Jackson 5 – Darling Dear from Third Album (1970)
The Rolling Stones – Live With Me from Let It Bleed (1969)
Tom Waits – Alice from Alice (2002)
Wings – Let ‘Em In from Wings at the Speed of Sound (1976)

Dw. Dunphy On… Playworld!

I am constantly amazed by what I choose to remember and choose to forget. The small, vital factoids that push me through a conversation drift like breath in 20-degree temperatures. The key word on the very tippity-tip of my tongue never gets out without the serious throwing of shapes and much anguish, yet I can still recall a Datsun commercial from sometime around the 1980s, featuring two Asian men calling themselves The Wong Bros. and announcing a year-end sell-a-thon. In Steve Martin-esque fashion, they shouted at the camera, shaking various degrees of late ’70s bling, “We’re the Wong Brothers! We are two party guys!” I’m dead serious about this.

Clearly this ad wouldn’t have a chance in hell if it was aired today. Even Six Flags came under fire last year for commercials with a barking Asian man rating “fun” situations – One Flag! Six Flags, more fun! This year, he was replaced by their creepy old (meaning younger person in old man prosthetics) dancing man character. If Nissan Motors resurrected those wacky Wongs, it would trigger a thermonuclear public relations implosion. This isn’t about political correctness or incorrectness, though. After several decades, the Wongs are still with me. As a piece of advertising, that means it was highly effective. As anything more than a jumping off point for this piece, though? Not so much. (more…)

CD Review: Katatonia, “Night Is the New Day”

It’s hard for me to believe that the band’s older fans couldn’t find it in their hearts to forgive Katatonia. They’ve been far away from their black metal roots for a long time, have reached personal best levels with Last Fair Deal Gone Down and The Great Cold Distance, and have done it again with their latest, Night Is the New Day. The word from the studio sessions was that this would be an extension of The Great Cold Distance — that the band was no longer going to worry about being slavishly loyal to their genre, but focused on delivering what they felt was their best work, and this latest offering delivers on that promise.

Guitarists Frederik Norrman and Anders Nystrom can still hit that hard, satisfying crunch when they need to, as on the opening assault “Forsaker,” yet that is something of a red herring. From folky acoustic passages in the unabashedly melodic “Idle Blood” to all manner of pedal manipulations, the album verges at times on art rock; at heart, it’s still “heavy,” but it’s more about using the arsenal when most effective instead of blasting all the guns at once. (more…)

The Friday Mixtape: All Souls Edition, 10/30/09

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Welcome back.

Are you feeling comfortable? Good. Right about now, you’re sitting casually in your seat, perhaps in a chair staring at the monitor, perhaps bundled up on the couch, wrapped in your Snuggie, your laptop buzzing on your lap with the warmth of its underside providing a pleasant sensation there. Occasionally the hard drive skitters and skates, trying to access some connection inside of this digital field of play.

And it is a field of play, don’t let it fool you otherwise. Take a good long look at the screen, for instance. Sure, your conscious, active mind sees black letters spelling out the very words you’re reading, but let your eyes haze a moment. Don’t think about meaning so much — just see the black squiggles on the expanse of white, amassed like battalions, one paragraph against another, staring each other down, preparing for the moment to bolt in attack, random “s” characters raising their swords against the myriad numbers of “m,” not to mention the machinations of those vowels, so kind to link consonants into those words that spill into your head as you read them but, as we well know, they are Machiavellian, yes they are. Those “A” “I” and “E” shapes poised to kill their counterparts, running headlong with a blood-curdling scream of  “Aiiiieeeeee!!”

You could almost hear that scream as you read it, that “Aiiieeeee…” couldn’t you? It’s amazing the information the brain fills in with the absence of a direct descriptor to clarify it. Take, oh, I don’t know, that voice in your mind as you’re reading. It sounds like your voice, has all the cadence and nuance of your voice and, even, those words you mispronounce in your regular day-to-day speech are mispronounced by the narrator in your mind, the one you think is you — but it’s not you. These are my thoughts, my words, and in truth, at this very moment, it is me who is in your head right now, telling this tale, pulling these strings. Are you wondering perhaps, how long have I been in here?

You should.

Are you feeling comfortable now? Good. Let’s begin.

Metamorphosis by David Eagleman, read by Jeffrey Tambor (2009)

Harvest Moon, Blue Oyster Cult from Heaven Forbid (1998)

Harvest Festival, XTC from Apple Venus Volume 1 (1999)

The Ethics Of Jokes by Garrison Keillor from Horrors! A Prairie Home Companion(1996)

Earth Died Screaming, Tom Waits from Bone Machine (1992)

Prelude, Bernard Herrmann from The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951)

Humanity Part II, Ennio Morricone from The Thing: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (1982)

Through The Mirror, John Carpenter and Alan Howarth from Prince of Darkness (1987)

Fat Albert, Bill Cosby from The Best of Bill Cosby (1969)

Cold Colours, Neil Gaiman from Warning: Contains Language (1995)

The Hearts Filthy Lesson, David Bowie from Outside (1995)

Vampira, The Devin Townsend Band from Synchestra (2006)

Dark Carnival, Resurrection Band from Lament (1995)

Limbo, Rush from Test for Echo (1996)

The Invisible Man, Marillion from Marbles (2004)

…and we saved the best, scariest and spookiest track for last. It’s buried in the cobwebs, inch-depth dust and dark thickness of a dank, humid night. Beware of clicking on it just in case you’re weak of heart or fearful of mind, for it has the power to instigate nothing less than utter madness.

Happy Halloween!

Dw. Dunphy On… “Southland,” Part Two

You don’t remember what I was talking about last week. I’ll just move on to — what? You say you do remember? Oh. Crap.

The crux of last week’s column was my belief that there’s no solid reason to be hard on Jay Leno, no matter how bad his show might be, because NBC wouldn’t do anything innovative with the timeslot anyhow. They’d probably fill the space with more dramas about lawyers, cops and doctors. This statement was mildly controversial, spurring a light flurry of responses along the lines of, “If it’s good television, it wouldn’t matter if it is about lawyers, cops and doctors,” and on this I will agree to disagree. With all the stories television can tell, I’m still perplexed by viewers’ seemingly insatiable desire to revolve around these three occupations. This, however, was not the problem with what I wrote.

No, that would be what I said regarding the canceled series Southland. We’ll get into the whys and wherefores in a moment, but the responses (which came fast, furious and often) tended to fit into three categories:

1. “You’re stupid & dumb & stupid.” – If you’ve posted a public column and haven’t been called this at least once, check if your PC or Mac is powered up, because you certainly haven’t been writing on the Internet. Calling someone an idiot on this thing is as common as muck.

2. “You’re a liar.” – When I approach this column and write, I base it on information I have gathered, period. Fabrication serves absolutely no purpose. When I say I’ve received information, you can be sure I’m telling the truth. In the final analysis, though, my defensive pose is fatally compromised. Sure, I’m saying with my heart on my sleeve that I’m giving you the truth as I’ve heard and seen it, but that’s all blah-blah and rubbish when faced with… (more…)

CD Review: Pelican, “What We All Come to Need”

Instrumental sludge metallers Pelican return with what may yet be their most surprising disc, What We All Come to Need. The changes are not immediately apparent if you’ve been following the band, as their heavy guitar attack and midtempo advance remain consistent from earlier releases. However, the album’s newer, smaller details eventually come to the fore.

The first thing you notice is the clarity of the recording — how, even though the band still loves the downtuned roar of their machinery, the mix is not as soupy as previous albums’. The next revelation is something you don’t hear — drummer Bryan Herweg stumbling on the beat. He’s long been a source of consternation, and occasionally fans have called for his ouster, but here, Herweg nails the beat straight between the eyes. Both these changes could be because of the influence of the band’s new label, Southern Lord. Under the Hydra Head banner, one could easily guess they were given a lot of leeway, but the new boss doesn’t work like that. Ordinarily, that might be construed as meddling, but in this case, the Pelican you always knew was in there comes out, exploding from the speakers.

The third change — more an experimentation, really — comes with the last song, “Final Breath,” which is not an instrumental. That it comes at the end makes it that much more a surprise, especially once you’ve settled into the CD. Is that a voice I hear? No matter how good this album is, the pace and musical grind does have a monolithic quality, and the band still needs to work more tempo shifts into its compositions. Need’s opening track, “Glimmer,” shows they have it in them, but there are several points on the disc where, bar after bar, the minimalism becomes amplified to the point where you aren’t listening to the track as much as you’re simply aware of its repeating patterns. Vocals tend to break apart that drone — but then again, that drone is partly Pelican’s raison d’etre. (more…)

Vinyl Review: Mark Knopfler, “Get Lucky”

Bad news for all the fans who thought that this, finally, was Knopfler’s return to Dire Straits-style rock and roll: Those days are gone, and have been for awhile now. Get Lucky, Knopfler’s debut for the Warners heritage label Reprise (ugh — “heritage” — it has all the cache of a Revolutionary War reenactment troupe) is tonally more of a cousin to his Shangri-La album, gambling iconography and allusions intact. That Warner Bros. kept him within their ranks at all is baffling. His songwriting is as elegant and elegiac as ever,  and there are few that will ever approach his skill at the guitar, but they’ll never get Brothers in Arms levels of sales from him again.

That’s fine by me. His folksier side suits him well, especially on the album opener, “Border Reiver,” complete with a quick rambling pace and tasteful flute & violin combination, and highlight “Monteleone,” which is a song about the famous guitar builder John Monteleone. It’s the most telling tune on the record, as it’s less about the man or his profession, and more about the romance of the guitar. One loves to make them, one loves to play them. “Cleaning My Gun” displays a little grit for those who prefer a punchier guitar sound, but the restraint might be maddening to those who regularly pull out Making Movies. For myself, Knopfler’s melodies and his penchant for picking chords that simply feel ‘right’ make up for any lost stage sweat (or as he once mused, “liquid gumption”) and his modern version of the ancient art of musical storytelling is seldom challenged. In another age, his characters would have been as familiar as John Henry. (more…)

Dw. Dunphy On… Defending Leno

I have not come to refute the claims of editor-in-chief Jeff Giles, because it would be pointless. NBC is slowly finding out just how pointless, in fact, as they proceed to take a pounding from their advertisers and affiliates for their penny wisdom. “Jay Leno is beloved,” they said. “Jay’s fans are loyal, ” they said. What NBC brass feared was losing Leno to ABC, who probably would have snapped him up right quick, dumping Jimmy Kimmel like, well, like Sarah Silverman dumped Jimmy Kimmel (What, too soon?) With the costs rising by the year for scripted programs, the nighttime dramas leading the charge with more explosions, dead body mannequins and pricier locations, the Peacock network sought to kill two birds with one formerly skunk-haired stone. Talk shows are cheap. Run one five times a week and tell David E. Kelley to take his tired crap elsewhere. And with Jay, you get an instant audience! Win-win!

Only now, NBC has to wonder if the sponsors clamoring to back out of the 10 PM timeslot, and the money they represent, is more or less than the expenditure they would have otherwise incurred. Jay Leno, it seems, has become an albatross around the network’s neck, and if you think the added pressure would have caused him to step up his game and liven up the show, you probably were thinking this was originally a pretty good idea. No, the show still sucks.

But give Jay the teeny-tiniest break here. What would they have run in that slot if they hadn’t taken the big gamble? As I’ve said many times before: lawyers, cops and doctors. If for no better reason, give the big man a pat on the back for at least momentarily derailing the same old hackneyed, worn out and blood-drained train of thought that has plagued these “wonderful” nighttime dramas lo these many, many moons. It has been a long time since St. Elsewhere, L.A. Law and Hill Street Blues and, unlike the diehard loyalists, I don’t think the last couple seasons of ER were anywhere near the level of the first three. But there’s no doubt in my mind that without Leno shoving his chin into that ten o’clock dike, the dam would burst forth with edgy cops with hearts of gold, horny doctors still adherent to the Hippocratic Oath and lawyers who’ll do anything to win, but they won’t do that (No, no, they won’t do that.) (more…)