NO RESPECTS! These are the first words discernable from the disembodied diatribe, but the personality behind them was perfectly clear when the first slurred syllable pushed out of the PA. The voice emanates vaguely from a stage semi-populated by tight-lipped musicians behind a spot-lit empty platform, but its presence is physical. People look, grin, cheer […]
By Scott Creney So if Robert Christgau—who pretty much invented this format—is the Dean of Rock Critics, then what does that make me? The Mujahideen of Rock Critics? The Paula Deen of Rock Critics? The Jan & Dean? Whatever. Here’s some stuff that came out in June. I’m not going to bother embedding pictures and […]
Let me quote The Jam at you. “Life is timeless, days are long when you’re young/You used to fall in love with anyone/Any guitar and any bass drum.” That’s how it works, right? You see a band, you fall in love for a minute, an hour, a week, a year… whatever it takes. It’s even […]
For an entity as dependently freewheeling as Pere Ubu, I shouldn’t have to say much. Of course this new LP is great. Better, I’d venture to say, than last year’s Re-mit, another latter-day release from a renowned cult institution. I mean, there’s a clarinetist on board now. You remember what I said about clarinet solos? […]
I dunno. Sometimes man, I feel obsolete. This is from the press release. On paper, Ye Nuns are a tribute band. An all-girl celebration of The Monks, proto-krautrock garage punkers formed by a gang of American GIs stationed in Germany who legendarily sported tonsures and nooses on stage. But Ye Nuns are more than a […]
I use the word blast. I refer to the bursts of clarion-call brass that punctuate this uplifting, insurgent noise. I refer to the chiding, aware vocals.
This could be Screamin’ Jay lost without a Cajun swamp to hide in.
I’m going to be listening to this on repeat for the rest of the month. And I’m going to be repeating this status update while I do.
Repetition in the music and we’re never going to lose it.
I know who this sounds like. You think that bothers me? You crazy, girl. Why would that bother me?