Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Rock to Member Ratio

Friends!

It seems that February has been an idle month! And while I wish I could say it was because I felt Dan's most-righteous post deserved some extra spotlight (it does!), mostly it's just been real busy around the bustling metropolis that is Scotts Valley.

Quick Side Note: Dan's last post had me spend more $$ on more albums than any other so far...that's some kinda record...

Well, let's get down to bidness;

Kim has long held that a band needs a good "Rock to Member Ratio" (RTMR); what good is your 16-member-half-orchestra-hipster-guitar-drum-circle if you can't at least lay out the mutherfucking jams once in awhile (looking in your direction, modern-day Godspeed!). Reflecting on this for some time now, I cannot find fault with her logic.

So, today will be an exploration of those that take full advantage of this ratio. The ol' Rock n Roll two piece. Consider this an appetizer as I will post later in the week also with some fresh jams (a lot of these today will probably be familiar to you guys).

First up is a recommendation from my dear friend in Brooklyn some time ago. Senior Osorio tipped me off to the Brothers Bird and I couldn't get enough. In short, TWEAK BIRD rules. Start with Reservations, then move to their self-titlted, then to Undercover Crops. You can get through all of these in about an hour (not much of an exaggeration). These two are like the sugar-cookies of the heavy rock world: melt in your mouth fast and can't stop eating....they are also surprisingly heavy at times.

Here's one off their latest:


Next up we've got an oldie, but a goodie. BLACK COBRA! Now, they have a few albums that I can't really recommend (Chronomega is not their best work, in my humble opinion), but they have a few albums that KILL (Bestial, Invernal, Feather and Stone)! Start to finish, Bestial hauls serious ass and the production is heavy as shit. Definitely my fav from them. Kris didn't believe me it was just two dudes at first. Let this be a lesson: Tuned down baritone guitar + bass amp = holy shit! Sounds like a cello on steroids.

Seeing these dudes open for Sleep during the latter's first reunion in SF on my Birthday a few years ago will go down as one of my favorite shows ever. It was also this show that was the catalyst for the birth of the aforementioned "RTMR", as Saviours played next with what seemed like 10 dudes on stage and couldn't rock 1/2 as hard (or as LOUD) as the Cobra.

Exhibit A:



The riff that starts around 1:30 is ALL TIME! Drummer Rafa Martinez also played bass in ACID KING for a bit too....

Let's end things with a bit of the new. As mentioned earlier on the Divide, EAGLE TWIN recently released a new album: The Feather Tipped the Serpent's Scale. Now, their first album was a bit of a let-down for me. It promised throat singing and winding, giant, bottom heavy riffs, but never felt like it hit the mark. I feel like they got it right the second time around; endless riffs, some clever timing here and there, moody as all get out, and above all, super heavy. These guys have literally blown up amps during live performances (you can hunt around to see footage of amps on fire at basement shows and such) with a setup similar to BLACK COBRA's.





 Now, I feel of all the three, EAGLE TWIN's needs to be taken as an album. Clear an hour and sit down with this one.


Let's recap: It seems we've learned that the trick to the RTMR is a baritone guitar (or at least a de-tuned, super-heavy-gauge-strings guitar), a bass amp and a drummer that's not afraid to lay it down and take the lead once in awhile.

Honorable mention, but not covered (I think you guys are already all over them):
OM
SUNN 0)))))
Early EARTH
MELVINS (I consider them to be really just Buzz and Dale...)

Who'd I Miss?


"Said to bring luck in Hunting, Rain-making and Love",
-APB

Oh and remember:






Sunday, February 3, 2013

"I make the guitar say what I say", R.L. Burnside, Junior Kimbrough, Mississippi Fred McDowell and Mark Quinn


Lately I'm kind of blindly feeling my way to new records. I've been getting the itch and then finding the sounds to scratch it. I'm very rarely going with what I know these days, or maybe I'm just flushing out and combing over all the odds and ends of my favorite genres. What ever it is, I'm pushing for fresh musical experiences, and I have this blog and you all to thank for that. 

So here we go- about a month ago I stumbled across, a style of Blues that hails from North Mississippi Juke Joints that consists of a certain feel rather then style(if that makes any sense at all). Stylistically one of the clinchers for me is the element of the electric slide guitar and a heavy boots on the stairs style bass drum. Perfect example here:

R.L. Burnside's Rollin' & Tumblin'



















*Burnside went to prison in 1959 for killing a man at a Dice game, here's what he had to say about it:

"I didn't mean to kill nobody ... I just meant to shoot the sonofabitch in the head. Him dying was between him and the Lord."

here is another: 

See My Jumper Hanging on the Line



















caution! if you go Album hunting, the later releases have some hip hop remixes on them which fucking suck.

Another real special guy is Junior Kimborough, apparently his tombstone reads, "the beginning and end of all music."

I Cried Last Night:




 













careful this hole just keeps getting deeper >>>>>>>>>>

Meet Me in the City



















Well I Done Got Old



















I Gotta Try you Girl



















(Instrumental) Most Things Haven't Worked Out



















what are you doing for the next 10 minutes... and if you don't have 10 minutes then wait until you do this needs one of those patient listens, it's subtle and you'll miss it if you are in a rush

Lord, Have Mercy on Me
















Alright now that I got that out of my system and into yours I guess I will just keep going with Mississippi and Blues and this is moving to a more traditional sound but this is magic:

Mississippi Fred Mcdowell, Baby Please Don't Go





















and, Fred Mcdowell's Blues



this is where I sign off for the night but since I'm up this week I think I will be posting a few more, so much pressure. Last thing, I am voting for this image to be the one for our page. It is from English Artist Mark Quinn and it is his self portrait cast in his own blood. It's his frozen blood, and it's on display in a specially designed freezer, but despite their best attempts at keeping it intact it's melting or bleeding depending on which way you look at it. I am worthless at changing our photo so if you chaps and gal agree, someone will have to help me with that.







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