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Monday, November 27, 2006

earth to Iltar!

here's an artefact i have close to no information about. other than an extremely brief acid archives entry (ILTAR (PA) "Iltar" 1977 (Tiwa 777) Stoned progressive/jazz-rock a k a "new fusion". Fuzz, sitar, flute, sax.) there is nothing else on the web. and i can't find the cover art neither!!! but hey, lets slow down a second and consider the greatness of this basement jazz-prog blowout. twirbling synths and sitars in tow, free jazz sax solos, moogish runs, flute scatterings... sounds like a mess right? it almost is... but the band has an amoebic discipline that allows them to operate really well in this range - and there's a vibe running all over this thing that's hard to describe, but very strange. and there are moments, such as the interplay on track 2 that are just incendiary. personally, i'm a big fan, and while this may appeal to 3 other people out there, i feel like its worth posting on. so here ya go, kids.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

almost made it in the usa....



at best this a really inspired piece of teenage debauch and late in the game rock dreams. at its weaker moments, they just got too stoned and forgot to round out 1 or 2 songs in the harmony/melody, etc. department. not really a problem. just an observation. its of the punk era, but patently in love with psychedelia and the 60s "zenith" if you will for this platform (guys with guitars in garages) - the music though is of a kind of post punk zealousness, though markedly before post punk. fuck, its really whatever you want it to be. i'm in love with side 2 where i think things gel the best, and the only song that kind of gets on my nerves is the opening opie opus... this can be had kinda on the cheeper side if you're looking, and is worth the few bucks for the eye opening clatter that emerges out of this up state new york gloomy windshield caucaphony.
they almost made it in the usa...

Sunday, November 19, 2006

beware those ice people...

a few years ago i got turned on to link wray's 70s stuff, which in my mind is like some of the best homemade rural rock sounds imaginable, just such a solid fusion of so many styles + the wray signature manic instensity. kinda like a less wanky allman brothers, this was a comeback record of sorts and was recorded in a chicken shack converted into a recording studio. dig the album here.



i'm super burned out right now, and think you would benefit from this fine review by the folks over at allmusic.com...

Link Wray was one of rock & roll's first bone fide guitar heroes, and his speaker-shredding buzzy chords were as distinctive a sound as anyone conjured up in rock's early years. So Link's old fans were thrown for a loop when, in 1971, the man made a comeback after several years along the margins with a self-titled album that set aside his big slabs of fretboard fuzz in favor of a loosely tight fusion of country, blues, and roughshod folk-rock. Recorded in a homemade three-track studio fashioned in an abandoned chicken coop on Wray's Maryland farm, Link Wray lacks the muscle of the man's legendary instrumental sides, with acoustic guitar, piano, and mandolin anchoring these sides as often as Link's electric, and there's a down-home mood here that lacks the switchblade intensity of Wray's most famous music. But the rough passion of "Rumble" and "Rawhide" certainly carries through here, albeit in a different form; the plaintive howl of Wray's vocals isn't always pretty, but it certainly communicates (Wray lost a lung to TB in 1953), the best songs speak eloquently of the hard facts of Wray's early life as a poor Shawnee child in the Deep South, and there's a humble back-porch stomp in this music that's heartfelt and immediate. (And Wray does serve up some primal hoodoo guitar on the closing cut, "Tail Dragger.") Link Wray didn't go over big with the man's old fans and failed to win him many new ones, but it's an honest and passionate piece of music that's a fascinating detour from the music that has largely defined his career, and has aged better than the vast majority of the country-rock product of the early '70s. Link Wray was later reissued as part of the collections Guitar Preacher: The Polydor Years and Wray's Three Track Shack.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

bo diddley's beach soiree



heavy metal, essentially. turn this muther up and tell me it's not better than 100 skag metal/punk lps? and this is coming from a fan of both metal and punk. i just can't begin to fathom the heaviness and scree of bo diddley's primal wail. and don't let the lilly white beach party concept throw you off neither, the teenyboppers were probably running for the shelter of a discarded cocktail umbrella... "and ya know what i DID to THAT road RUNNEr??? grggrgagrhahAHAHAHAHSCRRRRECCCHHHH!!!!!!"

here she be.