Category: Music

Some cool photos from the Savage Republic show in Portland. Hey, they got an actual fire!

From the “what doesn’t kill you…” department, Mike Daddino is blogging reviews of every rendition of “Send In The Clowns” he can find.

Julian Cope reviews Comets On Fire’s Field Recordings From The Sun…

A press release that kinda grabs you by the PooPoo, huh? Almost beats Keith Altham’s ‘Narcissus in Metamorphosis’ note of SCOTT 3. Make ya wanna listen? Yup, me too. And, like Les Rallizes Denudes, it doesn’t disappoint. Comets on Fire stuck a 4-track TEAC cassette machine in one room like Donald Ross Skinner did with DROOLIAN, but these suckers came out with the loudest record this side of the Cheer’s ‘Song Cycle’.

Next thing we know, they’z flagged down a passing hearse and supped on the dead remains of our lately passed and beloved Lord David Sutch, got themselves well bombed out on that goon’s pills, and speedily delivered an even better 2nd album, faultlessly-named (and itchy-with-self-understanding) FIELD RECORDINGS FROM THE SUN.

Wakka-wakka, as Fozzie Bear would say.
Be expectant, be very expectant.

Because gone is the extreme-just-to-be-extreme Ibiza sunburn of the first LP, to be replaced with the choicest melange of FUNHOUSE and HALL OF THE MOUNTAIN GRILL. Those first album turds on a bum ride have, by this second album, become spectral starchasers with Pausanius’ ticket to ancient truths. In just a few months, they’z gone from three foot six inch Austrolecipethicus types to divine six foot temple builders. Sonically, it’s a distance thing, like they’ve moved the horizon several miles back and parked a fjord in front of the microphone. But emotionally and psychically it’s the difference between UNKNOWN PLEASURES and CLOSER, and it’s the daring action of forward-thinking Motherfuckers.

So there you go. Obvious, immediate, totally absorbing – buy them, steal them, burn them, both albums are a Must Have. Anyway, I figured I’d better push FIELD RECORDINGS FROM THE SUN because it’s newer, easier to find, and MUCH better. But I thought I’d better at least inform you of the presence of that first one because you still need it and it’ll only get re-issued on CD if irate heads berate those involved. So, here goes on the description, and I’ll keep it as minimal as I can without frothing at the mouth too much…

From the transcript of Letterman show with Warren Zevon

Dave: what was the diagnosis?

WZ: it’s lung cancer that’s spread.

Dave: that’s tough.

WZ: it means you better get your dry cleaning done on special.

…

Dave: from your perspective now, do you know something about life and death that maybe I don’t know now?

WZ: not unless I know how much you’re supposed to enjoy every sandwich. you know.

Some more photos from Terrastock V.

NPR’s Fresh Air reviews Terrastock 5. Annoyingly (and maybe this is just the same damn Baby Boomer outlook that colors their interpretation of underground events), the reviewer seems a bit disappointed that Terrastock 5 was mostly populated by “introverts with disposable income” than outlaws.

Aural Innovations has an interview up with Sundial mainman Gary Ramon. New album on the way…