Saturday, December 1, 2018
JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #654
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MEDIA BLACKOUT #654.315!
Wolf Eyes – Burned 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.
PLATTERS OF THE WEEK: Black Merda – The Folks From Mother’s Mixer (Funky Delicacies) & Various
Artists – Funky 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.
Be seeing you!