Sunday, March 31, 2013

Of All Places

Live in Hobart, Tasmania; because it was there. On a tour in Australia, Fahey went over to Tasmania to record this album in vivo. Couldn't dream of listening to a better record on this super lazy Easter Sunday. Prime rib waiting on the kitchen counter, baseball is just around the corner. It is pretty great to be alive.


Sunday, March 24, 2013

Bewitched and Bewildered

Andy Summers and Robert Fripp blissed out on synth. Side A sounds like the opening credits to every 80's boobie movie ever made. Side B is boiled down into a sweet synth reduction glaze. I can almost see the piles of coke through the jiggling mammaries amidst steam filled showers.

Thank you Stu for the gift of this tasty bit of  1984.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Let's Get Stupid, Four Ears

Two ears make four when split in two. Ear-splitting loud; that is the prescribed volume for listening to "A Mere Shadow and Reminiscence of Humanity" by Burmese.  Mind numbing rock and roll. More so just rock—not too much roll at all. Just one numb brain and four ears, that is all.

Happy St. Patrick's Day. Be safe, stay stupid.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Smokey, Self-Help Blues

This record sounds so thick that it fogged up the windows. Triumphant horns cut the fog clean, like a knife. Down home blues rock with a heaping help of latin beats and unpredictable endings. These songs sound at once familiar yet, like nothing you have ever heard before. Still standing strong 42 years later.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Genre Jumping Jockeys

Seals and Croft: diamonds in the rough of the genre jumping phenom that attempts to cross prog, jazz, r&b, country folk and urban folk, and raga, yes raga. It is sounds as bad as it seems. Their mega hit Diamond Girl, however, is a pretty sweet example of the times. Somehow they seemed to pare it down to prog meets r&b for that number, and it the case of that song, works out all right. For some reason they don’t venture back down that path on either side of the record (yes, I listened to both sides). The mountains of coke must have been so luxurious in the mid 70's...