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Music Review: Melvins - Freak Puke (Ipecac)

  For having such an influential, monolithic sound, the Melvins have made a cottage industry out of confounding expectations at every turn. For every celebrated burner likeBullhead, there’s, for example, a noise experiment like Snivlem, not to mention the band’s imaginative back-catalog full of split releases and limited edition ephemera. Their myriad lineup changes, and epic, thematic approach to touring, all while being decidedly down to earth and “econo” (to borrow the Minutemen’s term for the positive exhibition of no-bullshit working class values), have helped shape their status as populist musical terrorists. And the riffs, man, the riffs.   On first (more)

Growing Up in Public: Adam Yauch and Paul's Boutique

As the poet Thax Douglas said last week, “I'm guessing a lot of people born between 1965-1975 are feeling a lot older today.” The dull chimes of mortality are always struck when we experience loss, be it a loved one or a lauded public figure. That my generation grew up, and, more importantly, came of age with the Beastie Boys lends a certain gravity to the passing of Adam Yauch that both celebrates his contributions and recognizes our own frailties, accentuating that transitional period when we slough off the facade of invincibility granted by our youth for something fuller and (more)

Having made an impression on the alt-country landscape with three full length albums and a self-released EP, Justin Townes Earle again tweaks his sound while further cultivating his songwriting on Nothing’s Gonnna Change the Way You Feel About Me Now, his new LP on Chicago roots label Bloodshot Records. Debuting as an acoustic troubador on the Yuma EP, Earle garnered much attention – moreso for being the son of and namesake of well-regarded country tunesmiths than for his own budding artistry, most evident on the crushing “Yuma” – and confounded expectations by releasing The Good Life, a western swing-inspired affair (more)

Music Review: High on Fire - De Vermis Mysteriis

  Not the first metal band to use the term as an album title, De Vermis Mysteriis is a book of ancient knowledge in Lovecraft’s Cthulhu Mythos. As evidenced by the droney chants of Sleep and High on Fire’s sludgy mysticism, Matt Pike has long expressed an interest in the arcane through his music. Though there is talk that De Vermis Mysteriis is a concept album about Christ’s time-traveling bro, or something in that realm of the absurd, no one comes to a High on Fire album ready to devour the libretto – the almighty riff tells the real story therein.   Touching on (more)

Music Review: The Magnetic Fields - Love at the Bottom of the Sea (Merge Records)

In the past, Stephin Merritt filtered contrary impulses through his various side projects, most notably the 6ths and Future Bible Heroes. Though the Magnetic Fields themselves were shapeshifters, each album was generally tied together thematically and/or by a singular sonic palette. Though love, loss, and identity remain constant threads throughout their new album (and all of Merritt’s work), Love at the Bottom of the Sea presents the many diverse aspects of the Magnetic Fields in a succinct package. “Andrew in Drag”, a pop hit in any reasonable universe, addresses sexual identity (“A pity she does not exist / A shame he’s not (more)

Music Review: Legal Fingers - No Time for Tenderness (2012)

As the ‘80s revival leaves its hyper-color mark on today’s art-school cognescenti – most of whom didn’t experience the day-glo nightmare first time around – one genre the decade’s nostalgiacs seem reticent to revisit is glam metal. For all the strides various strains of heavy music have made since the alt/grunge boom, reestablishing underground credibility and reappearing in the public eye, the spandex stylings of ‘80s hard rock bands have seldom been reexamined. Be it a Vietnam-esque sense of defeat or a general distrust of the form’s commercial leanings, it’s a scene that’s been virtually stricken from music history. Though (more)

Artist as Curator: Benjamin Funke and Captcha Records

Iowa native Ben Funke is enmeshed in the creation and cataloguing of art. In his work and life, Funke blurs the lines and draws connections between visual art and music, creating and documenting, and stasis and flux. In the process of completing his M.F.A. with a concentration in sculpture at the University of Notre Dame, he is presently reinterpreting the films of Peter Greenaway. He also releases recordings of compelling musicians from around the globe through his record label, Captcha Records.   His newest venture, Kallistei Editions, exists at the intersection of music, film, and print art. The releases pair DVDs of experimental films (including Funke’s (more)

Tastes Great, Less Filling: Melvins Lite Debuts with Freak Puke on June 5

Four Piece Line-up to Tour Behind New Online EP   Being the Melvins’ bassist is the real-life equivalent to playing drums in Spinal Tap - everyone from members of Mudhoney and Cows to Shirley Temple’s daughter has done time with the band during its 29 year career in rock. Keeping in line with what King Buzzo refers to as “a long history of mixing up our line-ups,” Trevor Dunn (Mr. Bungle, Fantômas, Tomahawk) joins founding members Osborne and Dale Crover in a newpermutation christened Melvins Lite.   The fruit of this collaboration, Freak Puke, is due out June 5, courtesy Mike Patton’s Ipecac Recordings. Dunn (more)

Music Review: Edward Gray & Company - The Old Bending River (Sober Cannibal, 2011)

  Historically an artist of diverse tastes and impulses, Iowa City anti-folk stalwart Ed Gray and his musical partners show remarkable focus and intent on The Old Bending River,cradling each song with hyper-literate character sketches of citizens on the margins, the wounded and unwound of the southern gothic.   Each song on The Old Bending River has been tenderly crafted, laced with clever rhymes and heady literary allusions. Gray’s self-described “junkyard country” is so startlingly clear, so subtle, that the few aggressive moments make everything around them sound so much more stark and harrowing. Gray’s rich baritone varies in timbral quality with each role he assumes, shifting (more)

Requiem for a Tambourine

The Beatles have sustained their tragic losses, The Who is half the band it used to be, and as for the Stones, well, we just celebrated their long-departed heart and soul’s birthday. Until yesterday, however, The Monkees, though often fractured, remained intact. Davy Jones may have been regarded as the least substantial member of an oft-derided ensemble, but such is the curse of the heartthrob. Manufactured pop icons, the original “Pre-fab Four” caught a lot of heat in their time. Crassly assembled by television studio executives to cash in on the success of a certain “beat” group, the four Monkees (more)

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