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Saturday, December 15, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #656

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #656.318!

 

JerseyGeneration Genocide (Republic) :: Joe Strummer liked the Clash, too. But he didn’t make a career out of copying them for the rest of his life.

 

The Cooper Temple ClauseKick Up The Fire And Let The Flames Break Loose (RCA) :: More proof that you should never let kids play with matches.

 

SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: Sheesham & Lotus & ’Son1929: The New Kings Of Old Time (Sepiaphone) :: The problem with the past is that it ain’t present no more—but if you’re half the shellac supporter that I think you are, then there’s reason to tip your battered fedora and hoist a bootleg bottle of hooch ’cause Sheesham Crow (fiddle - harp - kazoo), Lotus Wight (banjo - kazoo), and ’SonSanderson (sousaphone) are here to transform your day from dreary to cheery with the hottest and heppest halcyon happening since R. Crumb’s pioneering Cheap Suit Serenaders musically paved a path to the past back in the ’70s.

 

And for those of you not in the know, it behoves me to point out that Robert Crumb is nothing less than the 20th Century’s greatest and most influentially cogent comix creator that the world has ever seen; a modern man cursed with a perverted poet’s soul who, incongruously trapped in a world he never made, perpetually pines away for a simpler day in a barely electrical era.

 

Well, what with it being recorded by one measly old two bit dime store microphone and all, 1929 is the kind of bracing monophonic tonic that’d make even an old curmudgeon like Crumb sit up and smile. For not only does this twelve track treasure take you back to those bygone bucolic days of yesteryear, it’ll jostle your overloaded brainpan into fondly remembering how much better yesterday’s music was compared to today’s complex caterwauling.

 

But don’t you go thinking that 1929 is some kinda misplaced nostalgia act like Tiny Tim warbling “Tiptoe Through The Tulips” or the New Vaudeville Orchestra doing the megaphone bit on “Winchester Cathedral” ’cause it’s as vibrant and vital as a headline torn from last night’s All Star Final or this morning’s Bulldog Edition—and if you don’t believe me, just give a listen to such timeless cautionary tales as the double-dealin’ wife-cheatin’ original composition “Drunken Nights” or the Jaybird Coleman classic of lust on the loose “Giving It Away” with its cautionary lyric: “Well a nickel is a nickel and a dime’s a dime. I got a house fulla children; ain’t none of ’em mine!”

 

Bonus points for having a retrographic album cover design that peerlessly promotes the era in question and has a label design that’s suitable for framing and worth the price of admission alone. On second thought, mebbe you’d best buy two copies: one for your doll’s wall and one for y’all the next time you’re having a rent party.

 

R. Crumb And His Cheap Suite SerenadersR. Crumb And His Cheap Suite Serenaders (Blue Goose) :: Exactly!

 

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Saturday, December 8, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #655

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #655.317!

 

Tommy Lee Jones & Will SmithMen In Black (Columbia Pictures 2012) :: That call this going “Back In Time”? Why, even a stooge wouldn’t believe that.

 

Moe Howard & Larry Fine & Curly HowardMen In Black (Columbia Pictures 1934) :: Exactly!

 

Huey Lewis And The News – “Back In Time” (Chrysalis) :: Exactly!

 

SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: King MobForce 9 (SPV) :: If I had a dime for every superhype front cover promo sticker that’s left me less than underwhelmed, I’d come back and buy this town and give it all, give it all to you. But here’s one superhype front cover promo sticker that’s worth its weight in solid gold easy action:

 

“KING MOB are: CHRIS SPEDDING – Guitar! GLEN MATLOCK – Bass! MARTIN CHAMBERS – Drums! STEPHEN W PARSONS aka SNIPS – Vocals! SIXTEEN – Guitar!”

 

Okay, so mebbe the exclamation points are mine, but that don’t matter none, no how, no way ’cause where I come from, we call that a rock ’n’ roll supergroup—and this is one rock ’n’ roll supergroup that’ll have your sorry sluggish flatlinin’ carcass up ’n’ at ’em at the crack of Dawn in no time flat, boy howdy!

 

Robert Downey Jr. & Chris Evans & Mark Ruffalo & Chris Hemsworth & Scarlett Johansson & Jeremy Remer & Tom HiddlestonThe Avengers (Paramount) :: They’re okay, but they’re no John Steed and Emma Peel—and Samuel L. Jackson’s no David Hasselhoff.

 

Patrick Macnee & Diana RiggThe Avengers (ITV) :: Exactly!

 

David HasselhoffNick Fury: Agent Of S.H.I.E.L.D. (ABC Movie Of The Week) :: Exactly!

 

FROZEN PLATTERS OF THE WEEK: Thor & Mick HoffmanBeastwomen From The Center Of The Earth (ThorToen/Antimatter) & ThorThor Against The World (Smog Veil) :: He comes from the land of the ice and snow and he’s been rockin’ Asgard down ever since he first appeared on the Canadian permafrost many an eon ago! So bow down and offer up your nubiles in pudenda parting penance because Jon Mikl Thor is back!

Thor’s first testament is a behemoth “rock odyssey” recorded in tandem with ace axemeister Mick Hoffman! Beastwomen From The Center Of The Earth is a truly terrifying tundra tale torn from another time that finds the Rock Warrior trapped in a world he never made! Hear him rail! “When the hammer falls you can hear the dogs howling for blood!” His titanic triumph over the tenacious tendrils of tyranny is nothing less than a senses-shattering sonic shock to the system!

 

But it’s on Thor Against The World that the Thunder God unleashes his mightiest bolts of molten metal yet down upon a world both unsuspecting and undeserving! Hear him roar! “I am the future! The coming of Thor!” So be it!

By Odin’s beard, verily I doth tell you that the time hath come for a Thor revival! And let it be writ by mighty Mjolnir that there shall be nothing Loki about it!

 

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Sat, December 8, 2018 | link 

Saturday, December 1, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #654

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #654.315!

 

Wolf EyesBurned Mind (Sub Pop) :: Here’s this Ann Arbor band’s recipe for disaster: Take a copy of Metal Machine Music. Play at maximum volume. Scream on top of it. Slice into nine tracks. Garnish with names like “Stabbed In The Face” and “Urine Burn.” Serve cold.

 

SIZZLING PLATTERS OF THE WEEK: Black MerdaThe Folks From Mother’s Mixer (Funky Delicacies) & Various ArtistsFunky Funky New Orleans Volume 4 (Funky Delicacies) :: Boy, do I ever miss the ’70s. Forget about the ’60s which was nothing but a buncha hippies and leftover beatnik coffee shops that charged an extortionist sixty cents for a plain black cuppa Joe—yeah, they sure saw the future coming—because the ’70s had the glitter glam crowd posing next to the punks pogoing next to the zoot suited Afro preeners pimping their ladies in one giant cross-cultural stylegasm.


Indeed, I remember sitting in a jazz club and watching as a partially paralyzed Rahsaan Roland Kirk limped off stage half an hour after his set began because the pimps doing business at the bar thirty feet away were making too much noise. Shortly thereafter, this venerable institution became an upscale new wave club. Then all the downtown lavender joints had a methbed conversion and went from pansy to punk literally overnight when they smelled fresh influxes of cash from all the young rubes—which led to such surreal spectacles as hardcore punk bands playing next to giant statues of Michelangelo’s fig-leafed David. Ah, those were the days my friend and, no, we didn’t think they’d ever end. Then the ’80s quietly crept up and sapped us on the back of the noggin while we weren’t looking and that was the name of that tune.

 

Speaking of which, The Folks From Mother’s Mixer is a compilation of Black Merda’s first two albums of seminal Detroit wah wah guitar-driven psychedelic funk: their self-titled debut album from 1970; and 1972’s freakified follow-up Long Burn The Fuse. Whether your agenda is to bear arms or spread legs, this album contains enough amped-up ammo to perforate either way you play.

Meanwhile, Funky Funky New Orleans Volume 4 offers up sexteen solid sets of salacious sounds from 1969 to 1973. The lubricious song titles tell the whole story from “Jungle Weed” and “Turn Me On” to “Sooky Feeling” and “C’mon And Make Me.” And if you’re up for the down stroke but the down stroke keeps eluding you, I guarantee that one long hit of “How To Make Love” will put you in the proper pudenda pounding groove.

So if you’re dead set against maintaining the status bro and you subscribe to the Pimp My Pimp movement that would have today’s Soledrab brothas ditch the baggy rags and dress more like Michael D. “Rooster” Roberts did on Baretta or Antonio “Huggy Bear” Vargas did on Starsky & Hutch, then these two albums are made for you, jive turkey.

 

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Sat, December 1, 2018 | link 

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS ROCK íNí ROLL PHOTOGRAPHS


JEFFREY MORGAN’S ROCK ’N’ ROLL PHOTOGRAPHS

While you’re visiting, don’t forget to view the dozens of essential selections from my vast archive of
hundreds of extremely rare and previously unseen rock ’n’ roll photographs from the 1970s and 1980s—all of which were taken by myself from my front row center seat at various venerable venues; vintage historical portraits which include the following rock stars caught in their youthful prime:

David Bowie
(1976 Station To Station tour) :: Lou Reed (1974 Sally Can’t Dance tour) :: Iggy Pop (1977 The Idiot tour) :: Bob Dylan (1978 Street Legal tour) :: George Harrison (1974 Dark Horse tour) :: Paul McCartney (1976 Wings Over America tour) :: Pete Townshend (1976 The Who By Numbers tour) :: Johnny Winter (1976 Captured Live! tour) :: Jeff Beck (1975 Blow By Blow tour) :: KISS (1977 Love Gun tour) :: Alice Cooper (1975 Welcome To My Nightmare tour) :: Freddie Mercury (1977 News Of The World tour) :: Amanda Lear (1975 Sweet Revenge tour) :: Rod Stewart (1977 Foot Loose & Fancy Free tour) :: Mick Jagger (1975 It’s Only Rock ’n Roll tour) :: New York Dolls (1975 Tokyo Dolls Live tour) :: Keith Richards (1975 It’s Only Rock ’n Roll tour) :: Ian Hunter (1989 YUI Orta tour) :: Elton John (1974 Caribou tour) :: Mick Ronson (1989 YUI Orta tour) :: Steven Tyler (1977 Draw The Line tour) :: Sparks (1975 Indiscreet tour) :: James Brown (1986 Gravity tour) :: Miles Davis (1985 You’re Under Arrest tour) :: Roger Daltrey (1976 The Who By Numbers tour) :: Bruce Springsteen & Clarence Clemons (1975 Born To Run tour) :: John Entwistle (1976 The Who By Numbers tour) :: Keith Moon (1976 The Who By Numbers tour) :: The Who (1976 The Who By Numbers tour) :: and more!

Ask any dealer and he’ll tell you that the best way to get someone hooked on your product is to give them a free sample, so here’s just a small taste of what’s coming your way when you click on the eleven gallery links to your left:


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Tue, November 27, 2018 | link 

Saturday, November 24, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #653

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #653.313!

 

StyxThe Grand Illusion / Pieces Of Eight: Live (Eagle) :: Wherein two compact discs; one video disc; and two classic progressive rock albums performed live in their entirety add up to one enjoyable exercise in endless nostalgia, all expertly played with peerless note perfect precision, as befitting these master progrocksticators!

 

SIZZLING VIDEO OF THE WEEK: QueenDays Of Our Lives: The Definitive Documentary Of The World’s Greatest Rock Band (Eagle) :: Like sand through the hourglass, so are the number of music videos that I have to watch each week about beat combos that are supposedly “The World’s Greatest Rock Band.” Well, as it so happens, I’ve seen The World’s Greatest Rock Band perform live in concert and these guys ain’t it; they’re The World’s Second Greatest Rock Band and they prove it all night in spades on this exhaustively titled officially authorized and sonically sanctioned audio-visual documentary that’s, well, about as nigh-on definitive as you’re likely to get.

 

It don’t matter none whether you go ga ga for clean shaven long haired Freddie or go goo goo for mustachioed short haired Freddie ’cause no matter which way you swing you’ll wind up on the receiving end of a bevy of dynamic live footage; an ace accounting of archival interviews; a cool cadre of contemporary interviews; and more bonus Queen rock videos than you can shake a stick at—and if that’s your idea of a good time, then bring your dog along and I’ll give him a bonus too.

 

SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: Lords Of AcidDeep Chills (Metropolis) :: What Rob Zombie’s White Zombie are to satirical B movie horror movies and what Sascha Konietzko’s KMFDM are to satirical socio-political agendas, Pragha Khan’s Lords Of Acid are to satirical suburban sex-soaked soirées—and with sinsational song titles like “The Crab Louse” and “Young Boys” and “Drink My Honey” and the ever-popular “I Must Increase My Bust,” you’d best believe that Lords know whereof they shriek, all backed by a percolating cauldron of techno-syntho beats that’s so pulchritudinously persuasive it can pop a primed pudenda at thirty feet.

 

Now, after a self-imposed hiatus of 12—count ’em—12 long years spent brain tripping in parts unknown, the carnal cult responsible for such semenal (sic) sexamples of forbidden sexcess as 1994’s VooDoo U and 2000’s Farstucker (really sic) is back in the stirrups again with this brand new spread-eagled sextravaganza that’ll teach you more then a couple of new tricks about what’s still habitually going on hot ’n’ heavy behind every green door.

 

Aided and ably abetted by a lush new lineup of rockin’ reprobaters that includes new femme fatale vocalist DJ Mea, this one sounds like a kooky retrophonic cross between a Casio keyboard orgy gone feral and a technophonic USB meltdown. Even better, “The Love Bus” sounds like Lee Hazlewood come back from the Great Beyond to have one final fling with Nancy Sinatra. Bonus points for sheathing this throbbing monster in a Charles Addams meets R. Crumb raincoat.

 

Big Brother & The Holding CompanyCheap Thrills (Columbia) :: Exactly!

 

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Sat, November 24, 2018 | link 

Saturday, November 17, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #652

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #652.312!

 

The NeverNever (Mo-Risen) :: Arrangements straight outta Queen via Sha Na Na? Chipmunk vocals á la Russell Mael? A music publishing company called “Watch Out For Cancer”? Pretentious band names like Ari-Vox, Noah-Vox, Jonny-Vox, and Joah-Vox? Liner notes containing a heartfelt Earth Day plea to respect the environment by recycling? Alright, if you insist: hello garbage can!

 

CommuniquéPoison Arrows (Lookout) :: These breathless boys want to be the new effete darlings of glam so badly that they’ll do anything to make it—and that includes starting off one of ‘their’ songs with a note for note copy of Bowie’s “Ashes To Ashes.” Where I come from, we don’t call that a quote. We call that a theft.

 

The ThermalsF#!%ing A (Sub Pop) :: They aspire to be thermonuclear but only manage to deliver a lukewarm thermos payload. Despite worshipping at the shrine of St. Johnny, singer-lyricist Hutch Harris doesn’t realize that Rotten actually sang his lyrics instead of merely reciting them in a flat monotonic monologue. Influence is one thing, kid. Inflection is another thing entirely.

 

Demolition Doll RodsOn (Swami) :: I was gonna give this one a marginally passing grade for cheap sleazy enthusiasm until I found out that this slapdash hash, which sounds as if it had been recorded in a concrete bunker during a keg party, was actually their third album instead of the debut disc I initially deemed it to be—and as The Stooges and New York Dolls will tell you, that’s one outing too many because two kicks at the can are all you really need to make the grade.

 

The Je Ne Sais QuoiSecret Language (Coalition) :: New York, London, Paris, Munich. Here at jeffreymorgan.info world headquarters we receive all manner of media from all over the world, like this lump of rump. Now with a name like “The Je Ne Sais Quoi” you’d never expect these guys to hail from Sweden, the land best known for Ingmar Bergman movies and an old Stranglers song, but they do. And although it only lasts but a mere sixteen minutes, this extended player is proof positive that Swedish rock bands can be just as excruciatingly dull as the bands in your home town are. Everybody talkin’ ’bout schlock musik.

 

SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: Mixel PixelContact Kid (Kanine) :: Just as Eno was sonically scalded by the Velvet Underground, Mixel Pixel has been equally Enossified, right down to starting off “Mantis Rock” with the same cricket menace that Eno ended Tiger Mountain’s “The Great Pretender” with—but they’re not just out to up the Eno ante exponentially. “Out Of My Mind” is the Beatles at their most LSD chromosome damaged; “The Drag City Starlet” is Bowie’s “Lady Grinning Soul” turned inside out and eviscerated; “Gas House Gables” is a Satanic Majesties overdose; and “I Am The Contact Kid” is Alice Cooper doing “Blue Jay Way.” Contact High School is more like it.

 

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Sat, November 17, 2018 | link 

Saturday, November 10, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #651

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #651.311!

 

Owl CityLive From Los Angeles (Eagle) :: I never heard of these nerds before, but after suffering through their mundane music and banal between song banter...

 

“Los Angeles, California, I wanna thank you so much for being here with us this evening! It’s kind of a special evening there’s, there’s, like, cameras everywhere! We’re shooting our first ever DVD so... Please smile... Please look beautiful... Oh, wait! You’re L.A.! No problem!”

 

...I never want to hear them again.

 

SantanaGreatest Hits Live At Montreux 2011 (Eagle) :: Carlos Santana’s greatest hits moment was at Woodstock long before he got stupid and started wearing t-shirts adorned with the smug mug of mass murderer Ernesto “Che” Guevara. But if you can forgive him that heinous ethical lapse, then maybe you’ll enjoy these two video discs which prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that Stupetana’s dim-wittedness doesn’t extend all the way down to his guitar playing. But he’s still an ignorant clod.

 

Ray CharlesLive In France 1961 (Eagle) :: I’ve never cottoned to Ray Charles and I’ve spent years in therapy trying to figure out why. Initially I thought it was because I didn’t like the way Ray bobbed his head from side to side—but then my head shinker pointed out that I didn’t mind it when Stevie Wonder did the exact same thing. Then I thought it was because I didn’t like the way Ray sang in a guttural growl—but then my head shinker pointed out that I didn’t mind it when Joe Cocker did the exact same thing. So I gave this restored and remastered black and white television special to my head shinker; cancelled my remaining couch sessions; and didn’t go back no more, no more, no more, no more.

 

SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: Lamont JamesPoppies (self released) :: You better go out and get yourself a box of push pins and a really big map ’cause this here Lamont James is all over it. First he comes across like some kinda cross between Aquashow era Elliott Murphy and The Beatles era John Lennon at their most acoustically mellow (“Today”). Next he morphs into Around The World In A Day era Prince (“Song Of You”) and Candy-O era Cars at their most synthesizer saturated (“Sorry”). Then he has the good sense smarts to plug it in and crank it up on a cover of Teenage Head’s seminal single “Picture My Face.” After that he deftly deconstructs things down with an ambient electronic instrumental like “Kaüzendüx” that eerily evokes Stockhausen at his short waviest. But best of all is track twelve which lasts all of twenty seconds and contains naught but a syncopated drum solo. “Hey,” thinks I at the five second mark, “this reminds me of ‘Premier Drums’ on The Who Sell Out.” So I take a look to see what the song title is and wouldn’t ya know that it says: “Moonie.”

 

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Sat, November 10, 2018 | link 

Saturday, November 3, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #650

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #650.307!

 

Them murderous master race ratzis may have been lousy at winning world wars and taking over the world, but what they lacked in dictatorial smarts they more than made up for on the Krautrock ’n’ roll front lines—as evidenced by these three formerly Verboten videos.

 

SIZZLING VIDEO OF THE WEEK #1: Ian Hunter and Mick RonsonLive At Rockpalast – Gruganhalle, Essen, Germany – April 19 & 20, 1980 (MVD Video) :: First up we have everybody’s favorite deuce on the loose, that joined at the fret titanic tag team of Hunteronson who separately and together did more for the advancement and preservation of beefy, but never beefcake, kick like a mule rock ’n’ roll than anyone else on the planet—especially Riki Monsoon, who shredded strings for such theatrical mascara wearers as Lou Reed; David Bowie; Mott The Hoople; and Bob Dylan.

 

This one shows them on their Welcome To The Club world tour wherein they plow through a number of Mott classics from “All The Way from Memphis” and “All The Young Dudes” to a number of solo Hunter classics from “Once Bitten Twice Shy” and “Cleveland Rocks” to a book ended beginning and end featuring Ronson soloing on “FBI” to begin the show and “Slaughter On Tenth Avenue” to end it—both of which, frankly, are worth the price of admission alone.

 

SIZZLING VIDEO OF THE WEEK #2: Roy BuchananLive At Rockpalast – Markthalle, Hamburg, Germany, February 24, 1985 (MVD Video) :: They’re still calling Roy Buchanan “the world’s best unknown guitarist” and I have to agree, even though I was buying his records back in the ’70s. But if you’ve never heard of him, let alone heard him play, let alone seen him play, then this performance, which was recorded a mere three years before his controversial death at the age of 48, is essential viewing to put it mildly.

 

Buchanan is also the world’s most visually unlikeliest guitarist you’ll ever see, what with his cocky beret and rummy whiskers and professorial corduroy jacket. But once you’ve witnessed him effortlessly blaze through everything from Henry M’s “Peter Gunn” to Booker T’s “Green Onions,” you’ll understand why Roy Buchanan will always remain the guitarist’s guitarist. As always, the standout centerpiece of the show is his jaw dropping seven minute version of “The Messiah Will Come Again,” which cleans everybody’s clock from James Marshall to James Patrick and literally has to be seen to be believed—and even then you’ll doubt what your unbelieving eyes are beholding.

 

SIZZLING VIDEO OF THE WEEK #3: Public Image LimitedLive At Rockpalast – Zeche Bochum, Germany, October 31, 1983 (MVD Video) :: Last, but certainly not least, is this quaint little full-length exercise in musical restraint by that suave stylist Mr. John Lydon, who pulls out every stop to show all and sundry why PiL are one of the minimalistically greatest—not to mention metronomically gratest—regressive art rock combos to ever hit the boards. Then again, with a set list that impressively includes everything from “Public Image” and “Flowers Of Romance” to “(This Is Not A) Love Song” and “Anarchy In The U.K.” how can you go wrongo, boyo? Bonus points for including rehearsal footage of “Annalisa” and “Chant.”

 

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Sat, November 3, 2018 | link 

Saturday, October 27, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #649

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #649.306!

 

Phil SpectorBack To Stereo (Philles) :: After the Supreme Court refused to overturn the life sentence of convicted murderer Phil Spector—thus ensuring that he’ll stay behind bars where he can’t threaten anyone anymore—every record company that the disgraced producer ever worked for jointly agreed to delete all of Spector’s original mono recordings from their back catalogues and then have Academy Award winning Lucasfilm sound sculptor Walter Murch digitally remix the original studio multi-tracks into THX benchmark stereo and 9.1 surround sound at Skywalker Ranch. As one veteran record executive explains in the liner notes to this ten disc box set: “I’ve been waiting to get back at that bald-headed bastard ever since he pulled a gun on me during the recording of ‘He Hit Me (It Felt Like A Kiss).’ Mono. What does that woman slayer think this is, anyway? 1950?”

 

SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: Andre WilliamsHoods And Shades (Bloodshot) :: The first thing you notice is that the album cover comes gang bangin’ atcha straight outta some kinda drive-by ghetto blasted vintage blaxploitation one sheet: I’m talkin’ ’bout a tricked out pimp daddy flashin’ dual solid gold JAIL and BAIT knuckle rings with his meaty mitts wrapped around two dishy thunder-age bikini-clad gun-toting foxes; a Cagnesque exploding oil refinery; a double barreled pump action guitar; a trench coated machete wieldin’ maniac escapin’ a fiery inferno multi car collision via a danglin’ helicopter ladder; plus a sinister as sin cadre of terrorist fist-jabbin’ Unabomber lookalikes.

 

And with songs like the moralistic “A Good Day To Feel Bad” and the animalistic “Jaw Dropper” and the hoodooistic “Mojo Hanna” you’d better believe that this one’s got the ginchiest gonad-grabbin’ goods ’cause Williams has forgotten more about life than you’ll ever learn so mebbe it’s about time for you to pick up on what he’s putting down, y’hear?

 

SIZZLING VIDEO OF THE WEEK: The B-52sWith The Wild Crowd! Live In Athens, Georgia (Eagle) :: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: show me a live-in-their-hometown reunion album and I’ll show you a lazy litany of last gasp let down expectations—but not this time I won’t ’cause this is the most kinetically frenetic fun fiesta since their pulsating Party Mix! radically redefined what a remix record should sound like. And now that you can actually see them in action on this outta sight two hour video in their Day-Glo get ups in front of a vertiginous Time Tunnel backdrop, you’ll agree that these kitschy camp runamuck jive bombers haven’t missed a strategically placed lick since their “Private Idaho” and “Love Shack” hit single heyday. Not only do they rock harder than ever, their witty retro-ironic antics jibe with today’s pop culture landscape in a kooky cool way that vitally resonates even more than it did thirty years ago. That’s why the line to elect supersexy Cindy Wilson into the Rock Hall starts here.

 

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Sat, October 27, 2018 | link 

Saturday, October 20, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #648

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #648.305!

 

The MonkeesPisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones Ltd. (RCA) :: While the Beatles and Stones spent 1967 getting doped up and recording their hippy-dippy stoner albums Sgt. Pepper’s and Satanic Majesties, these hardcore radical Yankee outlaws were singing about drug pushers (“Salesman”); horny teenage sluts (“She Hangs Out”); a naïve girl getting brutally gangbanged by the Hells Angels (“Cuddly Toy”); promiscuous groupies on the prowl (“Star Collector”); and suburban surreal estate (“Pleasant Valley Sunday”). That’s right, a Hells Angels gangbang. Who you gonna believe: me or your own ears?

 

SIZZLING PLATTER OF ALL TIME: Rolling StonesLive At Altamont (December 9, 1969) :: And speaking of the Hells Angels, you can watch Gimme Shelter over and over again until the cows come home but you’ll never be able to truly understand the horrific tragedy of Altamont until you’ve lived through this harrowing audio experience.

 

If anyone in the entire history of rock ’n’ roll ever deserves to be awarded a Purple Heart for bravery far above and beyond the call of duty, it’s the five anonymous fearless audience members who had the guts to tape the individual pieces that collectively comprise this complete hour and a half concert, which was recorded during the middle of the night in what was, literally, an outdoor combat zone patrolled and brutally enforced by a hostile horde of Hells Angels.

 

What makes this aural document the most historically important Rolling Stones live concert ever is that, unlike a sterile soundboard tape, this revelatory recording plunges you right into the front row at Altamont as an actual audience member instead of as a safely detached spectator—and it’s nothing short of astonishing to hear how rapidly events inexorably deteriorate.

 

Minutes into the first song one audience member cheerfully says: “Have a good time!” To which another replies with equal ebullience: “You too!” By the third song everything’s already irrevocably doomed. “Let me outta here!” someone yells, only to be anxiously told: “There’s nowhere to go, man!” When the singer impotently demands to know “who’s fighting and what for?” an irate man instantly bellows back at him: “Who do you think?” Next a woman screams: “Get a doctor!

 

By the time Sam “Everything seems to be ready, are you ready?” Cutler takes the microphone to announce: “We’ve also lost, in the front here, a little girl who’s five years old” and the band breaks into—wait for it—Jimmy Reed’s “The Sun Is Shining,” everything has become so surrealistically appalling that you don’t know whether to laugh or cry. When they eventually get around to playing “Brown Sugar” in public for the first time, one person has been murdered and who knows how many others have been injured.

 

“...like one of you could control one little girl...” the singer admonishes.

 

And the band played on.

 

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Sat, October 20, 2018 | link 

Saturday, October 13, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #657

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #657.304!

 

AutomanBackseat Surprise (Unkle Dunk) :: It’s a good thing that Darrell Dwarf—double d, geddit?—Miller is a better singer songwriter than he is an album cover designer ’cause his “record design, concept and graphics” suck worse than an unplugged Hoover with a full bag.

 

And speaking of full bags, I’m all for having some anonymous skirt’s double d’s displayed on an album cover but the next time around he really oughtta hand-jive some Ohio Players jackets for inspiration first—at least they didn’t neuter their nude cover photos by running them as a pseudo-solarized negative image. That said, the music is an appealing power pop pud that owes more than a little to the kind of boozy bar band bombast that made the ’70s famous.

 

MEDIA CULPA: And speaking of the ’70s, here’s an acidic flashback to the September 1976 issue of Cheap Thrills when I was just a callow youth who wrote the following record review and actually thought it was funny; then again, I did edit the rag, for Pete’s sake.

 

And speaking of Pete Townshend, who recently wrote a public apology for using offensive words like “blacks” and “queers” and “rape” when he wrote Quadrophenia in 1973, I likewise echo his sentiment that: “One day I would be made to apologize. I do so here. Now.”

 

Thankfully, after decades of intense sensitivity training, my writing style has now evolved over the past 40 years to the point where I would never write something as irresponsibly heinous like this today:

 

SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: The Ohio PlayersContradiction (Mercury) :: It’s long been a proven scientific fact that all women have brains the size of a pea. I know it, you know it, and the Ohio Players know it. Just like Pleasure; Pain; Fire; Water; Ecstasy; Money; Leather; and Greed before it, Contraception continues the Players’ search for the Eternal All-Nite Party and the funky, foxy All-Nite Lay that goes with it in some secluded upstairs bedroom.

 

I mean, just dig these liner notes: “I’ll only use you when absolutely necessary...” Right on! And how about these lyrics: “Women are feminine and that’s all right with me ’cause they make my manhood feel good.” All right, indeed! And dig that naked broad ridin’ that horse inside the fold-out sleeve! Thumpa Thumpa City! You betcha!

 

Them Ohio Players know that a woman’s proper place is either in the kitchen makin’ dinner or in the bedroom makin’ babies. So keep the OP on the turntable at ALL TIMES ’cause you never know when you just might be in the mood to put your lady in her proper place (and we all know where that is).

 

Next to the Ohio Players, Barry White is a fag and all women nuthin’ but slaves. Do you hear me? SLAVES! Alright, it’s time to get down. You know what to do. Now get to it.

 

Beulah, peel me a grape.

 

Be seeing you!

Sat, October 13, 2018 | link 

Saturday, October 6, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #656

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #656.302!

 

The Who“Tattoo” (Decca) :: Best song title ever!

 

Van Halen“Tattoo” (Interscope) :: Best song title ever!

 

The Beatles“From Me Tattoo” (Parlophone) :: Worst song title ever!

 

SIZZLING REISSUE OF THE WEEK: The WhoQuadrophenia Maximum: The Director’s Cut: Super Deluxe Edition (Polydor) :: This definitive four disc edition of the ’Oo’s masterpiece lives up to its exhaustive title by including over two dozen demos plus a profusely illustrated book written by the album’s big nosed songwriter that’s one hundred English pounds—er, pages.

 

SIZZLING VIDEO OF THE WEEK: The WhoLive At The Cow Palace (November 20, 1973) :: When the ’Oo went on their 1973 “whirlwind” tour of North America to promote Quadrophenia, they weren’t kidding around because within twelve days it was all over but the drinking.

 

Luckily, this privately recorded two hour black and white videotape—a three camera shoot which was “liberated” from promoter Bill Graham’s personal archive—captures the band’s opening night in San Francisco as they struggle with a dodgy quadraphonic sound system and a druggy quadriplegic drummer who passes out not once, but twice, after imbibing animal tranquilizers and booze.

 

Then, with the cameras still rolling, the big nosed guitarist steps up to the microphone and asks the music question: “Is there a drummer in the house?” At which point teenage audience member Scot Halpin accepts the offer, is allowed up on stage, and actually sits down behind Keith Moon’s drums. Then things really get interesting.

 

SIZZLING BOOK OF THE WEEK: Richie UnterbergerWon’t Get Fooled Again: The Who From Lifehouse To Quadrophenia (Jawbone) :: Even the biggest ’Oo fan will be impressed by this painstakingly researched digest that comprehensively covers the band’s most prolific post-Thomas period. I learned more about the ’Oo in the first 25 pages than I did in the last 25 years! Bonus points for quoting a CREEM Magazine interview that I did with “Old Big Nose” back in 1975 about the ’Oo’s legendary rock opera Bible One.

 

SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: Pete TownshendLive At The Roundhouse (April 14, 1974) :: What makes this audience recording of Pete’s first ever live solo concert so charming to listen to is the fact that it actually is a solo performance in that the bulk of the show consists of Pete playing his electric guitar accompanied only by a primitive rhythm generator. “This next one is a little bit more complicated,” he says prior to playing “Big Boss Man” as he strives to set the machine to a new preset rhythm. “Fox Trot 2 on the beat box.”

 

The crowd is a rowdy boisterous lot that results in a lot of banter between the artist and his audience of hard core fans. “I come from a rough neighbour’ood,” he warns a heckler before launching into an eclectic selection of songs ranging from Jimmy Reed’s “Goin’ To New York” to Tim Harden’s “If I Were A Carpenter” and an even more arcane assortment of ’Oo songs ranging from “Tattoo” and “Happy Jack” to “The Seeker” and “Let’s See Action.”

 

He even takes a break to spin two demo recordings of “My Generation” and give a prototypical Professor Pete pontification on how they were made in his home studio. “Note the stutter!” he proudly points out as the first tape plays.

 

Bonus points for rewriting “Magic Bus” to include this new inspirational insecurity verse: “I’m so nervous, I’m sure it shows. Don’t say anything about my great big nose!”

 

The WhoBible One (Eel Pie) :: Coming soon!

 

Be seeing you!

Sat, October 6, 2018 | link 

Saturday, September 29, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #645

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #645.297!

 

Andrew Dice ClayDice Rules: Live At Madison Square Garden (Vestron Video) :: Boy, what a difference three decades can make, huh? Vestron Video isn’t around anymore and, for the most part, neither is Dice. But this concert film from 1990 shows why he’s still the only comedian to sell out Madison Square Garden two nights in a row—and get a standing ovation, before he even says a word, just by shrugging his shoulder and lighting a cigarette. Hey wussa madder you can’t take a joke oh!

 

David Lee RothDLR Band (Wawazat!) :: Boy, what a difference two decades can make, huh? Wawazat! Records isn’t around anymore and, for the most part, neither is Roth. But this...

 

Van HalenA Different Kind Of Truth (Interscope) :: ...never mind.

 

Various ArtistsInsomniac’s Electric Daisy Carnival Experience (Ultra DVD) :: This trippy two hour documentary by Kevin Kerslake contains music and performances by Underworld, Chemical Brothers, ReSeT!, N*E*R*D, Kid Cudi, Daft Punk, Will.I.Am, Travis Barker X A-Trak, Swedish House Mafia, Steve Aoki, Simian Mobile Disco, Mstrkrft, Moby, Laidback Luke, Kaskade, Fedde Le Grand, DJ AM, Deadmau5, David Guetta, Boys Noize, Benny Benassi, Afrojack, Above & Beyond, 112th Planet and a whole host of other spell-check challenged band names that may or may not mean anything to you but it behooves me to tell ya that this must see celebration of life is the best audio-visual exhibition yet of how endemic rave culture has become, from the brain bleachin’ beats to the far-flung fashions to the theatrical choreographed concepts.

 

SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: Dex Romweber DuoIs That You In The Blue? (Bloodshot) :: Given Dex’s depressionist “Vincent Van Gone” painting on the front and his baleful Victorian gaze on the back, you’d be excused for thinking that this was some kinda downer disc on the inside—but the twangin’ saxabilly rave up that opens this album immediately puts a steel-capped boot to that theory. Armed with a hypnotic voice that sounds like a monster mash-up between Iggy “Frankenstooge” Pop and Belá “Lounge Lizard” Lugosi, this here Dexter dexterously dishes out an imaginary Lo-Fi soundtrack to a lost Rodriguez and Tarantino double creature feature that the Cramps never got to score. Bonus points for the Enoesque “Kitchen Utensils” percussion credit given to skin smasher Sara; and for waxing a cover of Billy Boy Arnold’s “I Wish You Would” that actually gives Bowie’s version on Pinups a run for its money in the sonic corrosion department.

 

Be seeing you!

Sat, September 29, 2018 | link 

Saturday, September 22, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #644

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #644.294!

 

MaxeenMaxeen (Side One Dummy) :: Despite having a glam band name and an album produced by vintage Ramones producer Ed Stasium, this album’s pretty vacant and I don’t care.

 

2PacNu-Mixx Klazzics (Death Row) :: This grave robbin’ rehash vaults Tupac Shakur into first place on the ‘Most Records Released By A Dead Musician’ list: 293, thus breaking the previous record of 292 which was formerly held by Jimi Hendrix. But once you get past the obvious Slade influence in the album title, there isn’t anything else here worth noting unless you want to hear half a dozen new vocalists making topical references to al-Qaeda in an attempt to make Tupes more relevant to a new generation of post-9/11 homies. File under: Slayola.

 

Foo FightersEverywhere But Home (Roswell) :: Anyone else would’ve popped a few antacids and gotten a quickie divorce but noooooooo. So thank heaven for nagging wives and upset stomachs or else we’d never have this three-hour documentary to kick around. You get so much blast for your buck on this single disc delight that it’s kinda hard to know where to begin. The Toronto show? The Washington show? The Reykjavik show? Look, isn’t it about time that you recorded over that old VHS copy of Live! Tonight! Sold Out! and stepped into the twenty-first century? Or would you rather take the easy way out—you know, like your denim-clad grunge hero did—and administer yourself an extra strength shot of Terminalin? Nah, I didn’t think so.

 

Natural DreamersNatural Dreamers (Frentic) :: Imagine Lou Reed being so depressed in 1966 after the first Velvets album tanked that he loaded up on smack and scotch, stumbled into a studio, and recorded an amateurish half hour of rudimentary jangling discordant instrumentals before finally overdosing. Well, this record is worse.

 

The WildheartsRiff After Riff (Gearhead) :: Ever wonder what KISS would sound like if they were influenced by the Monkees and produced by Todd Rundgren? Me neither.

 

SIZZLING PLATTERS OF THE WEEK: Ike Turner And The Kings Of Rhythm And BluesA Black Man’s Soul (Tuff City) & Sam And The Soul MachinePo’k Bones & Rice (Tuff City) :: If you’re in the meat market for some ultra fine ’n’ funky make-out music to slip on before you slip it in, then these two are right up your back alley. Ike’s A Black Man’s Soul is a percolatin’ slice of pudenda poppin’ screwdoo whose trippy spatial stereo separation will have you bouncin’ up against the buckboard. Then, just when you think that you’ve spunked out for the night, “Unca” Sam Henry’s previously unreleased organ-driven Po’k Bones & Rice will get you back up and keep you there for the duration. Music so drenched in slick shiny sweatola it could only have been recorded in ’69—if you catch my drift.

 

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Sat, September 22, 2018 | link 

Saturday, September 15, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #643

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #643.287!

 

Screamin’ Jay Hawkins“I Put A Spell On You” (Grand) :: Amateur.

 

Suicide“Frankie Teardrop” (Red Star) :: Amateurs.

 

Alice Cooper“I Love The Dead” (Warner Bros.) :: Amateur.

 

Rolling Stones“Too Much Blood” (Rolling Stones) :: Amateurs.

 

David Bowie“We Are The Dead” (RCA) :: Amateur.

 

Iggy & The Stooges“Death Trip” (Columbia) :: Amateurs.

 

Christina CrawfordMommie Dearest (William Morrow & Co.) :: Nothing like writing a withering tell-all exposé about your Mother while she’s still alive and then waiting to publish it until after she’s dead and unable to defend herself. She’ll get you, my pretty...

 

Blue Öyster Cult“Joan Crawford” (Columbia) :: Now listen up and listen good ’cause I’m here to tell ya that you can forget all about your Screamin’ Jay Hawkins moaning “I Put A Spell On You” and your Alice Cooper screaming “I Love The Dead” and your David Bowie crooning “We Are The Dead” and your Mick Jagger camping “Too Much Blood” and your Rob Zombie and your Marilyn Manson and your Stooges and your Suicide and every other Ted Mack’s Amateur Hour wannabe wax-recording spook show shockmeister because this is the most humorously horrifying song ever recorded, bar none, son—and I’m talking about humor that’s so black it seeps into an ultraviolet vein.

 

It all begins with an introductory gothic piano solo after which the band steps in to support a set of premonitory apocalyptic lyrics, the likes of which would make Bruce Springsteen roll over and tell Jim Steinman the news:

 

“Junkies down in Brooklyn are going crazy; they’re laughing just like hungry dogs in the street. Policemen are hiding behind the skirts of little girls; their eyes have turned the color of frozen meat. The sky is filled with herds of shivering angels...”

 

Then comes the scared stiff stutter-step chant that leads up to the caveat chorus:

 

“No. No, no, no. No, no, no-no-no-no-no-no: Joan Crawford has risen from the grave...”

 

And as if all that wasn’t enough to set the squalid scene, there follows a rapid-fire sound effects montage of coffin-cracking grave-escaping paranormal pandemonium gone wild including: the shriek of screeching tires; an automobile collision; a ringing telephone; a vacuum; a crying baby; ten pins falling in a bowling alley; a crowing rooster; a cash register being rung; a race track bugler; a starting gate bell; howling dogs; a steamship horn; and a burglar alarm that slowly fades into silence as a swirling vortex of scabrous sound heralds Joan Crawford’s return from the other side to confront her delinquent daughter:

 

“Christina... Mother’s Home... Christina... Come to Mother... Christina...”

 

The result is an uncanny audio experience that eerily evokes a mental image somewhere between the shambling misshapen creatures that “Ghastly” Graham Ingles used to draw for EC Comics and the equally unsettling thing waiting on the other side of the door in The Monkey’s Paw.

 

Faye DunawayMommie Dearest (Paramount) :: ...and your little lapdog too!

 

Be spooking you!

Sat, September 15, 2018 | link 

Saturday, September 8, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #642

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #642.285!

 

HaciendaBig Red & Barbacoa (Alive) :: Don’t let the laconic opening track fool ya ’cause once they get going these mofos are more hyperactive than a gang-bangin’ nympho on her backdated birthday—and twice as hot. Bonus points for recording “I Keep Waiting” which is the greatest cross-border song that the Beach Boys never recorded.

 

The PlimsoulsLive! Beg, Borrow & Steal: October 31, 1981 Whisky A Go Go (Alive) :: Recorded close enough to the end of the ’70s to remain a certifiably cool historical document of the times, this one captures the rockin’ Plimsouls at their finest as they show why they’re the long lost missing musical link in an pop-rock lineage that stretches back to the Beatles and was inherited by Cheap Trick.

 

Brian OliveBrian Olive (Alive) :: And speaking of rock royalty, sauntering out of left field like some kinda mutant bastitch offspring between piano-pimpin’ Randy Newman and sax-swillin’ David Bowie comes this genial gent who sounds like he was born after spending nine months with his sonic sensibilities slowly soaking in a vat of rock ’n’ roll.

 

The Black KeysThe Moan (Alive) :: When I first heard this white boy gitbox and traps duo on the radio whilst driving thought Mississippi, I initially took them to be denizens from the swamp-steeped colored contingency. That’s ’cause these four tracks are so stewed in primo distorto in-the-red primitivism it makes Raw Power sound like Wish You Were Here—and if you don’t believe me, just listen to their reverbo tremolo cover of Die Stooches’ “No Fun” which makes the original sound like it was recorded by the Longenes Symphony.

 

The NervesOne Way Ticket (Alive) :: This certified cool catch-all compendium is the definitive must have one disc distillation of the Nerves’ late ’70s power pop puds. Almost everything you’d want to hear is here including their initial four track extended player; a brace of rare demos; and an overdose of live tracks—twenty songs in all. Bonus points for using vintage liner photos by Bongo Beat Records prexy Ralph Alfonso who, appropriately enough given the content, is Canada’s answer to the late great Greg Shaw of Bomp Records fame.

 

SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: Buffalo Killers3 (Alive) :: Maybe that’s a wily reflection on their band name but, boy, do these guys ever have their vintage Buffalo Springfield sound down pat, with a scoop of classic Neil Young mixed in to make everything go down smooth. Luckily for them, they somehow manage to transcend the comparison by managing to paradoxically come up with their own twangy sound, as witnessed by songs like the short and sweet “Everyone Knows It But You” and the utterly amiable “Circle Day” which is sloppy enough to have a choppy verve and swerve all its own. For what it’s worth, there’s something happening here. What it is, is exactly clear.

 

RamonesIt’s Alive! (Sire) :: Geddit?

 

Be seeing you!

Sat, September 8, 2018 | link 

Saturday, September 1, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #641

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #641.284!

 

Paul RodgersLive At Montreux: 1994 (Eagle) :: Jeepers Mister Kent! Miss Lane and I were listening to this great new Paul Rodgers compact disc and you should have heard it when Brian May came out on “Good Morning Little School Girl” to shred our ears with some of the gnarliest guitar work you ever heard! Even better was when Mister Rogers did the mandatory crowd-pleasing closers of Bad Company’s “Can’t Get Enough” and Free’s “All Right Now”! But best of all was when he introduced the bass player by asking: “Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s John Smithson”! What do you think of that, Mister Kent?

 

Black Country CommunionBlack Country Communion 2 (Mascot) :: Well, Jimmy, it sounds to me like you’d also enjoy listening to the best hard rock band in the world.

 

Night BeatsNight Beats (Trouble In Mind) :: Monophonic beach blanket garage music that sounds like it was recorded by Kill Spector in his death row jail cell—and with song titles like “Dial 666” it probably was.

 

Henry’s Funeral ShoeDonkey Jacket (Alive) :: Pudknockin’ power trios are so passé these days ’cause any plugged-in spuzz can make a ton of noise if he’s got two guys covering his amp. Luckily, the minimalist in me prefers a power duo just like this two-headed guitar and traps aggregation which cranks out more gritty and grimy blooze rock than you’ve got a legal right to hear, y’hear?

 

Mikal CroninMikal Cronin (Trouble In Mind) :: Jing-janglin’ pop-infused guitar ditties lacquered with a charming patina of primitivism that’ll have you hunkered down and hankering for a hanky, they’re that heartfelt.

 

Radio MoscowThe Great Escape Of Leslie Magnafuzz (Alive) :: This heavy funked-up fuzzbox-infused excursion into the ether is so chock full o’unexpected sonic delights it sounds like some kinda illegitimate sonic offspring of Iron Butterfly and Kyuss. Or is that Blue Cheer and Grand Funk? Either way, it’s so terminally trippy that you’ll get a contact high just by listening to it.

 

SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: Nathanial MayerWhy Won’t You Let Me Be Black? (Alive) :: What’s that? You want to talk about what? Soul? What about soul? You think you know soul? You don’t know soul. You’ve got what? Stax? Motown? Please. Don’t embarrass yourself. That’s not soul. That’s showbiz. As processed as a pomaded ’do. You want soul? You want Nat Mayer. Now that’s soul. Rough. Raw. Soul. Of course he looks old. Man lived almost six and a half decades before he went to see the Lord. He’s doing more for soul dead than you’re doing alive. What’s that? Well, you could listen to his record for one thing. Might learn something. Be like soaking your head in some brains. What’s that?

 

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Sat, September 1, 2018 | link 

Saturday, August 25, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #640

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #640.283!

 

Elvis PresleyFun With Elvis On Stage (RCA) :: Wherein the record company that gleefully gave the world Lou Reed’s Metal Machine Music—a quadraphonic two album set consisting of nothing but over an hour’s worth of relentless shrieking atonal feedback—cheerfully compounds the fracture by also issuing for your listening pleasure this non-singing, non-dancing, all-talking monophonic two sided album which ain’t nuthin’ but a haphazard cut-and-paste forty minute audio collage of Elvis goofing around with his screaming audiences between songs.

 

As far as audio car crashes go, it’s kinda like listening to the Rolling Stones’ Get Yer Yas Yas Out! if that album contained nothing but the bantam singer’s banal banter. I mean, can you see any difference between Mick Jagger saying: “Ah think ah bust a button on mah trousers; hope they don’t fawl down” and Elvis Presley saying: “My belt’s falling off, my suit’s getting too big... You know what I can’t do? Get my belt tightened up.” Nah, I didn’t think so.

 

It reminds me of the time back in 1970 when I saw the Jefferson Airplane and Grace Slick kept asking if anyone in the audience had a safety pin because her red dress kept falling down and she—but I digress.

 

One thing you do have to give Elvis credit for is that he always appears lucid enough to know where he is and what he’s doing at all times, as witnessed by the following extraordinary moment when he stops the proceedings to candidly confess: “I don’t know what happened, folks; I just go nuts sometimes” before rhetorically asking: “You didn’t know you were coming to see a crazy man, didja?” and then concluding: “They’ll put me a straight jacket and take me away.”

 

SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: Lindsay BuckinghamSeeds We Sow (Eagle) :: Lindsay sure don’t look none too happy on the album cover where his doleful demeanor is made manifest by the tense white-knuckle stranglehold death grip he has on his guitar. And while that may sound like a recipe for unbridled musical melancholia, the good news is that this is the most enjoyable and eccentrically ingenious melancholy album you’ll hear this side of Unca Lou’s Berlin or Unca Neil’s Tonight’s The Night or Unca John’s Fear. Bonus points for daring to transform the Stones’ saccharine “She Smiled Sweetly” into a deeper and far more dangerous realm of heartfelt desperation. Mmm-mmm-good!

 

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Sat, August 25, 2018 | link 

Saturday, August 18, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #639

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #639.282!

 

Sly & The Family StoneWoodstock (Atlantic) :: Everybody’s got their own favorite musical Woodstock moment and this hyperactive fourteen minute medley remains mine. Not only will the sheer level of exuberance on display keep you up at night for weeks, just one listen is convulsively callisthenic enough to make you shed all those excess pounds in the process. Say, whatever happened to Sly Stone anyway?

 

SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: Sly StoneI’m Back! Family & Friends (Cleopatra) :: 30 YEARS IN THE MAKING and ALL NEW RECORDINGS brazenly blares the superhype cover sticker only to ’fess up with a back cover blurb which admits that this ain’t nothin’ but an elpee of re-recorded gazillion year old greatest hits—and don’t that just sound like a misguided recipe for sonic disaster even if it is ably aided and abetted by a buncha high profile guest stars ranging in rank from Jeff Beck and Ray Manzarek to Bootsy Collins and Johnny Winter?

 

Little Richard once pulled a similar stunt when he re-recorded his greatest hits live in the studio for a package called, oddly enough, Little Richard’s Greatest Hits Recorded Live. And although that album actually managed to buck the odds by being the amped-up equivalent of his earlier studio work, let’s face it: rare is the time that such revised recordings actually work—which is why I’m pleased as punch to report that this one works just as well.

 

The first reason why it works is because, like Richard’s record before him, Sly’s timeless classics are beyond any revisionary butchering.

 

The second reason is that the hired gun choices are well thought out vis-à-vis which song they’re assigned to. F’rinstance, having Manzarek do the organ work on “Dance To The Music” is an inspired move that turns mischievous when he has the temerity to start his solo by tossing in the riff from “Light My Fire.” Equally enthused is veteran saxsmith Ernie Watts’ wailing work on “Stand!” And if John Dawson’s work on “Thank You” is relatively invisible due to a mix down mishap, whatcha gonna do, brother, when Beckamania runs wild over “(I Want To Take You) Higher” with an insane outta control high octane intensity that sets the stage for his fellow Bootzilla Orchestra confrere Mister Collins, who likewise stomps all over “Hot Fun In The Summertime” with his registered trademark bass and vocals.

 

The third reason is that Sly’s voice, while ragged, remains right enough to strike the proper funky tone just like it used to do.

 

In other words, I’m Back! is a sly way of reintroducing Sly to a brand new crowd. Whether it’ll foreshadow a fresh era of Sly Stone musical inventiveness is anyone’s guess but, despite his past proclivities, I sure wouldn’t bet against the cat, would you?

 

Bonus points for indulgently including some radical eletrodub mixes that’ll have you bouncing off the walls so fast it’ll make your head spin.

 

Be seeing you!

Sat, August 18, 2018 | link 

Saturday, August 11, 2018

JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #638

 

JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #638.281!

 

Terry RileyA Rainbow In Curved Air & Persian Surgery Dervishes (Columbia) :: Terry is the “Riley” in the Who’s “Baba O’Riley” because he’s the visionary musician who influenced Pete Townshend’s ARP synthesizer sequencer work on Who’s Next—and both of these innovative electric organ albums are the unrivaled apex of trippy hypnotic meditative trance music. By way of contrast, 1966’s landmark A Rainbow In Curved Air is an iridescent triumph of intricate studio overdubbing while Persian Surgery Dervishes is an extraordinary amalgamation of two live performances that Riley gave in 1971 and 1972. Just make sure that you listen to both albums either through headphones or with your ears strategically spaced between two speakers to properly experience the full spiritual stereophonic effect.

 

Steve Reich – “Come Out” (Nonesuch) :: Now your mind is sufficiently lubricated to take on this equally-epochal phase-shifted spoken word transmogrification.

 

Bill CosbyIs A Very Funny Fellow...Right! (1963) - I Started Out As A Child (1964) - Why Is There Air? (1965) - Wonderfulness (1966) - Revenge (1967) - To Russell, My Brother, Whom I Slept With (1968) (Warner Bros.) :: Others may have been the Rolling Stones or Doors of stand-up comedy but, back in the seminal ’60s, Bill Cosby was the undisputed trend-setting ground-breaking Beatles of stand-up—and these six albums, released in six consecutive years, the latter half of which were recorded while Cos was co-starring with the equally urbane Robert Culp in I Spy, prove it. If you haven’t heard them in decades, then it’s about time that you heard them again. And if you’ve never heard them, then it’s imperative that you do because Wonderfulness; Revenge; and To Russell, My Brother, Whom I Slept With are to comedy what Rubber Soul; Revolver; and Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band are to music. And speaking of musical comedy...

 

SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: Bing Crosby & Dinah Shore & Bob Hope & Frank Sinatra & Judy Garland & Jimmy Durante & The Andrew Sisters & Frank Morgan & Jerry ColonnaDick Tracy In B Flat (Armed Forces Radio Service) :: This hour-long episode of Command Performance, which was originally broadcast to our brave men and women in uniform on Valentine’s Day in 1945, is available as a free ‘old time radio’ public domain download and proves that they really don’t make ’em like they used to. After all, where else can you hear Crosby as Dick Tracy and Hope as Flattop, exchanging dialogue like this:

 

HOPE: Drop that gun and turn around, Tracy!

CROSBY: If that voice belongs to who I think it does, I may never turn around.

HOPE: What a pleasure. I’ve always wanted to have a gun in this guy’s back.

CROSBY: Yeah, and you can pull it up a little, too.

HOPE: Sorry, I was gonna blow your brains out.

 

Be seeing you!

 

GARLAND: Flattop, I appeal to you on bended knee!

HOPE: Kid, you appeal to me in any position.

Sat, August 11, 2018 | link 

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2018.09.30
2018.09.23
2018.09.16
2018.09.09
2018.09.02
2018.08.26
2018.08.19
2018.08.12
2018.08.05
2018.07.29
2018.07.22
2018.07.15
2018.07.08
2018.07.01
2018.06.24
2018.06.17
2018.06.10
2018.06.03
2018.05.27
2018.05.20
2018.05.13
2018.05.06
2018.04.29
2018.04.22
2018.04.15
2018.04.08
2018.04.01
2018.03.25
2018.03.18
2018.03.11
2018.03.04
2018.02.18
2018.02.11
2018.02.04
2018.01.28
2018.01.21
2018.01.14
2018.01.07
2017.12.31
2017.12.24
2017.12.17
2017.12.10
2017.12.03
2017.11.26
2017.11.19
2017.11.12
2017.11.05
2017.10.29
2017.10.22
2017.10.15
2017.10.08
2017.10.01
2017.09.24
2017.09.17
2017.09.10
2017.09.03
2017.08.27
2017.08.20
2017.08.13
2017.08.06
2017.07.30
2017.07.23
2017.07.16
2017.07.09
2017.07.02
2017.06.25
2017.06.18
2017.06.11
2017.06.04
2017.05.28
2017.05.21
2017.05.14
2017.05.07
2017.04.30
2017.04.23
2017.04.16
2017.04.09
2017.04.02
2017.03.26
2017.03.19
2017.03.12
2017.03.05
2017.02.26
2017.02.19
2017.02.12
2017.02.05
2017.01.29
2017.01.22
2017.01.15
2017.01.08
2017.01.01
2016.12.25
2016.12.18
2016.12.11
2016.12.04
2016.11.27
2016.11.20
2016.11.13
2016.11.06
2016.10.30
2016.10.23
2016.10.16
2016.10.09
2016.10.02
2016.09.25
2016.09.18
2016.09.11
2016.09.04
2016.08.28
2016.08.21
2016.08.14
2016.08.07
2016.07.31
2016.07.24
2016.07.17
2016.07.10
2016.07.03
2016.06.26
2016.06.19
2016.06.12
2016.06.05
2016.05.29
2016.05.22
2016.05.15
2016.05.08
2016.05.01
2016.04.24
2016.04.17
2016.04.10
2016.04.03
2016.03.27
2016.03.20
2016.03.13
2016.03.06
2016.02.28
2016.02.21
2016.02.14
2016.02.07
2016.01.31
2016.01.24
2016.01.17
2016.01.10
2016.01.03
2015.12.27
2015.12.20
2015.12.13
2015.12.06
2015.11.29
2015.11.22
2015.11.15
2015.11.08
2015.11.01
2015.10.25
2015.10.18
2015.10.11
2015.10.04
2015.09.27
2015.09.20
2015.09.13
2015.09.06
2015.08.30
2015.08.23
2015.08.16
2015.08.09
2015.08.02
2015.07.26
2015.07.19
2015.07.12
2015.07.05
2015.06.28
2015.06.21
2015.06.14
2015.06.07
2015.05.31
2015.05.24
2015.05.17
2015.05.10
2015.05.03
2015.04.26
2015.04.19
2015.04.12
2015.03.22
2015.03.15
2015.03.08
2015.03.01
2015.02.22
2015.02.15
2015.02.08
2015.02.01
2015.01.25
2015.01.18
2015.01.11
2015.01.04
2014.12.28
2014.12.21
2014.12.14
2014.12.07
2014.11.30
2014.11.23
2014.11.16
2014.11.09
2014.11.02
2014.10.26
2014.10.19
2014.10.12
2014.10.05
2014.09.28
2014.09.21
2014.09.14
2014.09.07
2014.08.31
2014.08.24
2014.08.17
2014.08.10
2014.08.03
2014.07.27
2014.07.20
2014.07.06
2014.06.29
2014.06.22
2014.06.15
2014.06.08
2014.06.01
2014.05.25
2014.05.18
2014.05.04
2014.04.27
2014.04.20
2014.04.13
2014.04.06
2014.03.30
2014.03.16
2014.03.09
2014.03.02
2014.02.23
2014.02.16
2014.02.09
2014.02.02
2014.01.26
2014.01.19
2014.01.12
2014.01.05
2013.12.29
2013.12.22
2013.12.15
2013.12.08
2013.12.01
2013.11.24
2013.11.17
2013.11.10
2013.11.03
2013.10.20
2013.10.13
2013.10.06
2013.09.29
2013.09.22
2013.09.08
2013.08.25
2013.08.18
2013.08.11
2013.08.04
2013.07.28
2013.07.21
2013.07.07
2013.06.30
2013.06.16
2013.06.02
2013.05.26
2013.05.19
2013.05.12
2013.05.05
2013.04.21
2013.04.07
2013.03.31
2013.03.24
2013.03.17
2013.03.10
2013.03.03
2013.02.24
2013.02.17
2013.02.10
2013.02.03
2013.01.27
2013.01.20
2013.01.13
2013.01.06
2012.12.30
2012.12.23
2012.12.16
2012.12.09
2012.12.02
2012.11.25
2012.11.18
2012.11.11
2012.11.04
2012.10.21
2012.10.14
2012.10.07
2012.09.30
2012.09.23
2012.09.09
2012.09.02
2012.08.26
2012.08.19
2012.08.12
2012.08.05
2012.07.29
2012.07.22
2012.07.15
2012.07.08
2012.07.01
2012.06.24
2012.06.17
2012.06.10
2012.06.03
2012.05.27
2012.05.20
2012.05.13
2012.05.06
2012.04.29
2012.04.22
2012.04.15
2012.04.08
2012.04.01
2012.03.25
2012.03.18
2012.03.11
2012.03.04
2012.02.26
2012.02.19
2012.02.12
2012.02.05
2012.01.29
2012.01.22
2012.01.15
2012.01.08
2012.01.01
2011.12.25
2011.12.18
2011.12.11
2011.12.04
2011.11.27
2011.11.20
2011.11.13
2011.11.06
2011.10.30
2011.10.23
2011.10.16
2011.10.09
2011.10.02
2011.09.25
2011.09.18
2011.09.11
2011.09.04
2011.08.28
2011.08.21
2011.08.07
2011.07.31
2011.07.24
2011.07.17
2011.07.10
2011.07.03
2011.06.26
2011.06.19
2011.06.12
2011.06.05
2011.05.29
2011.05.22
2011.05.15
2011.05.08
2011.05.01
2011.04.24
2011.04.17
2011.04.10
2011.04.03
2011.03.27
2011.03.20
2011.03.13
2011.03.06
2011.02.27
2011.02.20
2011.02.13
2011.02.06
2011.01.30
2011.01.23
2011.01.16
2011.01.09
2011.01.02
2010.12.26
2010.12.19
2010.12.12
2010.12.05
2010.11.28
2010.11.21
2010.11.14
2010.11.07
2010.10.31
2010.10.24
2010.10.17
2010.10.10
2010.10.03
2010.09.26
2010.09.19
2010.09.12
2010.09.05

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