music never stays the same...

This is the only one of J.D. Brennan's Lps I have, or have heard, but I have really grown to love it. On this adventure in lounge band rockabilly rumpus, J.D. decides to guide us on his own sonic history of rock'n'roll: from doo-wop, to gospel, to the British invasion, to psychedelia (which his take on sounds like nothing i have ever heard before) ...

He introduces every song in a heavy Boston accent with his own personal anecdotes about the music as if he is on a public access TV show, and then launches into a no-fi caucophony of his own design, in the said style. But they aren't covers, but perhaps one or two.

The cumulative cultural effect is like a missing scene from Twin Peaks, or some sort of strange twilight zone hallucinatory transmission coming out of your car radio on a late night drive to nowhere. The guy has a huge heart and puts alot of himself into this whole presentation, but at the same time there is a strange dark edge that has to be experienced to understand. If anybody has any of his other LPs, I'd love to hear. This is the real deal.

put yer hand in the hand

So I'm not ultra-deep into the lounge scene or anything. There is alot I haven't heard. However I picked this one up based on several positive passing remarks, and it is all there! Mid-western Illinois croon fest with psychey production tricks, horns all over, fake jazz, a Hair Medley that rocks!, Moog rockets burning, egos running wild like a triceratops crashing through pre-cambrian foliage, and the over-all sensation that these guys were having a fucking blast making this thing. It is not as delusional as say the Kaplan Brothers, but it definitely tried to be as BIG as it could for what it was. It has become one of my faves. You should probably take a listen.