Sunday, May 8, 2011
JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #262
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DON’T YOU CRY FOR JEFFREY
MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #262!
– The Marrying Man (Alimony) :: Money to burn and he just never learns.
Oh Susanna – Soon The Birds (Outside Music) :: Ain’t nothin’
I like to do more on a gloomy day than listen to a large-lunged songstress with the ethereal voice of an angel casually croon
lines like: “Black is the color of your dark, dark soul” and “They’ve come much too late for by rope
I am hanged” and “Your wretched face you cannot scour” and... Hold on, I think the pilot light on my gas
oven is out; lemme go light a match and look.
Galás – “Wild Women With Steak-Knives: The Homicidal Love Song
For Solo Scream” (Mute) :: Exactly!
Trouble – Anchor Tattoo (Aisling) :: It’s not often I hear an album that’s an authentic
joy to listen to, but I’ll be gosh darned if this isn’t one of them. Not only is the uplifting music refreshingly
bright and poppy, but Jen Slocumb’s distinctively charming vocals shine through with a bright light of their own that
perfectly complements the proceedings. Best of all, the insightfully inspiring lyrics won’t let you down when you require
a much-needed lift.
True Widow – As
High As The Highest Heavens And From The Center To The Circumference Of The Hearth (Kemado) :: As if getting the “Longest
Album Title Of The Year” award wasn’t enough, True Widow have managed to build on that impressive accolade by
creating the most disconcerting disc of the year to date. The ponderous melancholy music is a heavier than heavy dirty destorto
cross between Leigh Stephen’s Blue Cheer and Jimmy Page’s Led Zeppelin—impressive, I know—while the
echoey female vocals sound like Nico auditioning for Portishead and the echoey male vocals sound like Lou Reed auditioning
for Nirvana—addictive, I know. And when they both duet...
SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: Gangpol & Mit – The 1000 Softcore Tourist People Club (Ipecac)
:: I’ve got a good mind to join this club and beat myself over the head with it because this is nothing less than the
craziest retroactive synthesizer album you’re likely to hear this year. You’ll turn on to its classic
primitive Telex pedigree! You’ll tune in to its even cooler Casio meets ARP aesthetic! You’ll drop
out to its Tull meets Crimson prog rock passages! Then you’ll awaken to its eerie Walter Carlos lounge lizard Theremin
vibe and anxiously ask yourself that timeless musical question: Well, how did I get here?
Timothy Leary – You Can Be Anyone This Time Around (Douglas)
:: I bet you wish you’d recorded an acid rap album with Jimi Hendrix, Buddy Miles, Steven Stills, and John
Mark Farner – Grand Funk:
Live Album (Capitol) :: “Hey, I keep getting shocks off this mic, can you switch the ground around? I know it’s
a hell of a rush but I can’t take too many!”
Mrs. Paul McCartney – “Money” (Alimony) :: That’s all she wants.
Be seeing you!