Dead But Still Alive

November 29, 2010 at 10:08 pm | Posted in Canada, Garage Rock, Twang | 2 Comments
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photo from sare bear’s Flickr photostream

Vancouver, BC’s Dead Ghosts have a portfolio of obscure seven inch singles to their name, but it’s almost like they don’t want you to know about them, preferring to release records on obscure European and Iowan labels.  They seem to favor flying under the radar.  Hopefully all of that is about to change with the release of their first feature full length album.  Packed full of foot-stompers, the Dead Ghosts self-titled debut on Florida’s Dying is easy to like, especially for garage aficionados.

Garage, you say with a hint of dread in your voice? At this late date in the year one might be growing tired of the lo-fi garage sound that seems to have been done and overdone ad nauseum, but the Dead Ghosts sneak one in under the wire with a few twists to quell the nausea.  While they do mine some depleted veins of beach and surf, the Ghosts also like to douse their garage with a healthy dose of western twang and sprinkling of soul.  Fergus and Geronimo have nothing on these guys, but where Fergus & Geronimo’s strengths lie in their ability to infuse soul into their garage, the Dead Ghosts like to add a bit of Johnny Cash, Bo Diddly and even a little spaghetti western a la Ennio Morricone. The best songs on this record are the ones where the garage, soul and twang get all balled up like  a tumbleweed.  When it happens, your garage hang-over turns into the hair of the dog that bit you.

mp3: Dead Ghosts – Off the Hook


Buy the vinyl of Dead Ghosts’ album from Florida’s Dying.
For the invisible version try Amazon.

Talking Turkey: Basementcast #14

November 21, 2010 at 11:04 pm | Posted in Basementcast, Music, Podcasts | 4 Comments

You may or may not know that Ben Franklin thought that the national bird should have been the wild turkey. He thought the bald eagle to be of questionable moral character and that it was lazy since it scavenged and stole food from other birds. Wild turkey’s on the other hand, he thought were a much more respectable bird, maybe a little vain and goofy, but they were courageous. Maybe if not for the unfortunate name, its connotations, and the fact that they taste pretty good, there might have been a different bird adorning our money. Of course then what would have everyone eaten at Thanksgiving? Desert of course. Basementcast #14 hopefully will be on your menu this week, it may not be as good as grandma’s pumpkin pie, but it certainly is as good as fruit cake.

download: basementcast #14 (~169Mb)


Right Side Of My Brain – Veronica Falls

Prison Mind – Idle Times from Idle Times
Ida Red – Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys from Tiffany Transcriptions, Vol. 2
Whole Wide World – Wreckless Eric from Greatest Stiffs

Vancouver B.C. – Orca Team from Let It Go
No Oil – Surf Friends from Confusion
Monongah, WV – Weekend from Sports
New York Mining Disaster 1941 – Bee Gees from Bee Gees’ 1st

West of La Brea – The Tartans from West of La Brea Single
Nice Guy – Max Eider from Disaffection
Ballad Of A Bus Stop – Cinema Red And Blue from Cinema Red And Blue
Face It – Ed Robinson from What It Is! Funky Soul and Rarities

Hit It Off – Kellies from Kellies
Orchard Girls – Calories from Basic Nature
Hanging From Above – Figurines from Figurines

Northern Islands – Blank Dogs from Land and Fixed
Audio Video – Detachments from Detachments

Summer Of Love – The Fresh & Onlys from Play It Strange
Straight Shooter – The Mamas & The Papas from Gold
Can’t Explain – Spells from The Age of Backwards

Everso – The Telescopes from Everso
Heedless – No Joy from Ghost Blonde
Deli Dream – Sourpatch from Mira Mija EP

Peppermint – Spectrals from Extended Play
Mexico – The Soft Pack from The Soft Pack

Té-lé-phone – Katerine from Philippe Katerine
Don’t Talk To Strangers – Prinzhorn Dance School from Prinzhorn Dance School

You Look Ready – The Zebras from Worry a Lot
Block of Wood – Vomit Launch from Teenbeat 50

Coming On Like a Cold: Spectrals Interview & Giveaway

November 18, 2010 at 10:40 pm | Posted in Give Away, Interview, Music | Leave a comment
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When Spectrals which for all intents and purposes is one Louis Jones first appeared on the scene with his debut single Leave Me Be on Captured Tracks last year I took him for subscribing to the darker realms of pop à la Crystal Stilts.  Subsequent releases have shown that was never the intent.  There is still a darkness to the songs, but their bright slick pop hooks play tug of war with the dark side to create a contemporary 50′s feel.   The latest Spectrals record is a six song EP that goes one step further in shedding any hint of lo-fi and fully embraces a smooth, slightly rockabilly sound and shows Mr. Jones to be quite the crooner.  It reminds me of Richard Hawley‘s Late Night Final in the way with it’s chiming watery guitars and swoonfull singing.

How did this young dude get bit by his love of singers from the old days? What’s behind his label hopping for each release? What does he do on a sunny in Heckmondwike? What’s it like to work with a former spaceman? And, why does he choose  to be a one man band? All these questions are answered in excruciating detail below in this exhaustive interview.  Besides the interview we’ve got a copy of the latest Spectrals CD to give away.  Extended Play is six songs and one bonus jam.  If you want to win it send an email to finestkiss [at] gmail.com with “Spectrals Giveaway” in the subject line.  I’ll pick a winner at random using a highly complex algorithm on Monday.

mp3: Spectrals – Peppermint (from the Extended Play EP, CD on Moshi Moshi, vinyl on Underwater Peoples)


I live in Seattle, Leeds is (to paraphrase the Wedding Present) technically further north than Seattle.  What kind of summer did you guys have? Ours sucked, we had about 20 really nice days and the rest gray and rainy.  What do you do in Leeds on a perfect sunny day?
Hello Toby, Summer wasn’t stunning here either, I’m not into hot weather though, so I was alright for me. If it’s nice where I live  (Heckmondwike) I might go for a wander with my dogs, or sit and have a drink in this thing pubs have here called a “beer garden”

Captured Tracks, Slumberland, Tough Love, Moshi Moshi, Underwater Peoples.  What label is the next record due to land on and is it an album?
I’m not sure. It’s an album and it’s called “Bad Penny”.

Has that been by design, kind of sprinkling your records across a bunch of labels?
It’s just turned out that way, I’ve been dead lucky in that respect.

Spectrals is you doing everything except drums. Is this by choice, or is it hard to find trustworthy collaborators?
They’re my songs and I like to think I know what’s best for them. My little brother does the drums because he’s better at playing them than I am and he’s not really into the same music as i am so he never tries to force an opinion on them which I’m really grateful for.

I didn’t notice this until the extended play ep, but you’re a crooner. Who did you grow up listening to?  Walker, Hawley, Martin?
That’s what I’m going for, I’m dead into Scott Walker, Jerry Vale is my favourite singer, and I heard a lot of Sinatra when I was growing up, like I think a lot of people did.

How did you hook up with Richard Formby to record Extended Play.  Did he have any crazy Sonic Boom stories?
He isn’t the sort of guy that is prone to talking about himself or bragging or anything but Richard’s definitely got some ace stories, guy is the real deal.

Each of your records seems to be more hi-fi than the last.  Is lo-fi no longer cool?
Every kind of “fi” is cool with me, apart from “wi-fi”  which is a nuisance.

What are the best and worst things about Leeds?
I’ve only been to Leeds to play concerts, and I usally get straight out of the limousine and onto the stage so I don’t know!

Besides yourself, what is the best band in Leeds right now and why
Ray Bean & His Scalextrics

Any plans for coming to the US for some shows?
Yeah, hopefully soon!

Get Ready for WW II

November 15, 2010 at 11:16 pm | Posted in Canada, Garage Rock, Music, The Great White North | 3 Comments
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At this year’s SXSW one of the highlights of the week was Ottawa’s White Wires. The trio weren’t reinventing the wheel with their powerpop garage jams, but their songs were so tight and well formed it was like hearing garage rock for the first time again. It was one of those shows where you go in kinda liking a band and then mid-set there’s some kind of conversion/epiphany turning your like into love. Each song that day at the Longbranch tunneled through my auditory canal and bounced around my skull connecting my Nerves, Buzzcocks, Ramones and Buddy Holly synapses and creating a good buzz, though I think the beer could have helped too.
At that point White Wires had an album and a 7 inch to their names. They’ve since added to that collection with the Pogo Till You Puke single and a couple split 7 inches with the Mean Jeans. They’d been promising a second full length record some time this year and delivering on that promise the time has finally come. It’s called WW II and Dirtnap records is doing the honors this time around. It’s twelve songs all under three minutes constructed from three chords, jangle and the hum of some gold old fashioned reverb.  There’s no pretense, just infectious garage rock that will have you wishing it was summer again so you could cruise around with the windows down blasting these songs.

mp3: The White Wires – Roxanne


Get ready to order up a copy of WWII from Dirtnap on November 23.

Wild Flag At the High Dive

November 14, 2010 at 10:02 pm | Posted in Gigs, Grrrls, High Dive, Music, Seattle | Leave a comment
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Wild Flag and Royal Baths at the High Dive, Seattle | 12 November 2010

You’ve likely already heard about how Wild Flag are two parts Sleater-Kinney (Carrie Brownstein & Janet Weiss), one part Helium (Mary Timony) and one part Minders (Rebecca Cole); how they’ve signed with Merge to put out their record and how up until this weekend no one knew what they sounded like.  Much ado has been made about this indie rock supergroup and the band has contributed to the mystery with  references to dolphins, avalanches and hot dogs in lieu of providing any sonic evidence.  The veteran women know how to create anticipation in today’s connected world by not putting any of their songs up on the internet. Sure they’ve got a Myspace, Facebook and Twitter, but not a song to be heard on any of them.  I think we all had a pretty good guess about what they would sound like, and if you’d ever heard Brownstein and Timony’s collaboration project the Spells from ten years ago you probably had a better guess.

First and foremost Wild Flag are a guitar band.  They have two great guitarists in Brownstein and Timony and even though the songs were new and they were still kind of feeling their way around (Timony had chords written on pieces of paper on the stage) they both were comfortable enough with the songs by this their third show for Brownstein to be doing high kicks and Timony handling her axe by the neck as if she were wringing its final notes.  Brownstein even joked a few times how they had only heard these new songs a couple more times than we had. Timony’s and Brownstein’s styles are different, but they compliment each other. Brownstein is more flamboyant in her style and Timony a little more understated, sashaying to Bronwstein’s high kicks. They split the vocal duties about evenly and shared them on a few songs.  Drummer Janet Weiss and keyboardist Rebecca Cole provided the backing vocals and Weiss even took the lead on a cover of the Velvet Underground’s She’s My Best Friend reminding me a little of Yo La Tengo.

As for the Wild Flag songs? They were all quality, and many were immediately catchy making it easy  for the crowd to get into it.  I read reviews from their Olympia show that the band sounded garage, but I heard lots of mod, post punk and psychedelia in the songs, but first and foremost pop. Playing to type, Brownstien’s songs tended to be more muscular and Timony’s were more subtle.  Most of the songs were the three minute kind, but the band rocked out on the Brownstein sung Race Horse which turned into both guitarist riffing off of one another while Wiess and Cole controlled the pace for a good six minutes.

They played four covers to fill out the set including Dirty Water and  Beast of Burden but the best of the night was saved for the last.  Their version of Patty Smith’s Ask the Angels was inspired and full of punky raw energy Smith would have been proud of .  Brownstein set her guitar aside and grabbed the mic and channeled her inner Smith, which I’m guessing isn’t too much of a reach, while Timony unleashed white hot riffs while bouncing around the stage.  It was an appropriate raw wild ending to the show.  The next time Wild Flag come through town, they’ll likely have a record, be much more polished, and be playing a much larger venue but it was pretty cool to see them at this nascent stage as the songs have just been formed and they’re  emerging from their chrysalis.

The Royal Baths opened and if I had not already known they were from San Francisco, I would have guessed they were the house band for an opium den down the street. Their songs were dark, psychedelic odes to the Velvet Underground except there was no Lou Reed, it was all John Cale. It was good stuff, but I don’t know how many people there were paying much attention. Their album Litanies came out on Woodsist last month is worth a look.

Coma Weekend

November 9, 2010 at 10:41 pm | Posted in Dark Dark Dark, Gigs, Music, Seattle, Video | Leave a comment
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I was kind of surprised at how blown away I was by Weekend last Saturday at the Vera Project even with technical difficulties (a blown fuse in the guitar amp) near the end of their set.  The San Francisco band’s Slumberland debut hit the streets this week and they were in town supporting fellow label mates the Pains of Being Pure At Heart.  There’s something about their waves of cacophonous noise that drill into a sweet spot in my brain.  They have this uncanny ability to bury the melodies of their songs just deep enough to where you can barely hear them.  You tend to hear the chorus and then the verse disappears down into the depths as each song  seems to ebb a flow along the undercurrent of noise they create.  Only a three piece, they are easily more than the sum of their parts with the bassist slightly nudging out the guitarists in the effects pedals category.   Hope they decided to come back to Seattle soon.

It’s called Sports and it, umm sports the afore mentioned psychotic miasmic melodrama akin to the feedback soaked melodies of Psychocandy era Mary Chain, the hazy juggernaught of Swervedriver, the barrage of Bailter Space, the noisy syncopations of the Pale Saints, the basscentric uproar of Lorelei and goth tinge of Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.  If that’s your thing then Weekend are your thing. Here’s their mining disaster song.  Wonder if they’d consider covering the Bee Gees’ New York Mining Disaster 1941?

mp3: Weekend – Monongah, WV (Out now on Slumberland)


Here’s some blown out video I shot of Coma Summer:

Don’t Call Him Mr. Nice Guy

November 7, 2010 at 10:07 pm | Posted in Music | 4 Comments
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I remember being at some record store in Raonoke, Virginia and seeing Max Eider‘s Best Kisser In the World in the used bin.  I was with friends Mike and Bill who use to preach the gospel of the Jazz Butcher to the unconverted.  For some reason I had a hard time drinking the Jazz Butcher kool-aide (I’ve since converted),  but his guitarist Max Eider was aces as far as I was concerned. Back then the best Jazz Butcher songs to me were DRINK, Down the Drain, and Who Loves You Now.  Even back in those dark ages Eider’s only solo album was out of print so I snatched it up and coveted it, reveling in its breezy, cocktail jazz influenced pop.

Eider had  left the Jazz Butcher right before releasing Best Kisser on the ill-fated Big Time Records.  After that he would show up on David J’s solo albums and tours but there was no follow up to his first album until Hotel Figueroa appeared to my surprise in 2001 on another ill-fated label, Vinyl Japan.  This second solo album picked up right where he left off nearly 15 years earlier.  The Jazz Butcher, David J and Owen Jones all played on it.  Was Hotel a one-off thing or would there be more Max Eider records to follow?  That answer came six years later with Back In the Bedroom.  This one was recorded almost entirely solo with Eider relying on his laptop for the rhythm tracks.

As the years progress it seems like the wait between Max Eider decreases a half life from the last one.  It’s been only three years since Back In the Bedroom and Eider is back with his fourth album.  Disaffection was recorded in the same way as Bedroom in that he’s doing it all with his guitar and computer and a few friends for some backing vocals, harmonica and pedal steel. He’s written a couple of his best songs to date for album number four.  The first single Nice Guy harks back to My Other Life and Sensitive Touch from Best Kisser except Eider kind of snarls when he sings that he no longer gives a damn.  My other favorite from the album Can’t Touch Me Know goes for the Raking Up Leaves cocktail pop that he does so well.  My only complaint about the record is that its tempo doesn’t to vary much.  All the songs are good, they just kind of run together. I think a  couple more uptempo ones  could have made it better.  Minor complaints aside, Disaffection is my second favorite Max Eider record after Best Kisser of course.  At this trajectory, we can probably expect the next album in 18 months, and if we don’t I have faith that Eider will turn up eventually with his sensitive touch.

Mp3: Max Eider – Nice Guy (from Disaffection.  Download the single and/or buy the album at Max’s web site)

Forget the Season Go See Summer Babes Friday

November 3, 2010 at 9:11 pm | Posted in Comet Tavern, mp3, Previews, Seattle | Leave a comment
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Summer Babes appeared this summer seemingly out of nowhere with an EP they put up on bandcamp.   I got sucked in by the undeniable pop hypnosis of their song Crack Habit and ponied up the $5 for a download and was not disappointed. The Babes are lead by Jeff Albertson who sings sometimes in the Lights but mostly plays bass in that band.  Summer Babes are his outlet for the songs that don’t fit into the Lights’ prickly, sharp edged design.    Their EP is full of laid back, wistful and nostalgic songs that are easy to like.  They even incorporate some reggae (or is it Pere Ubu‘s version of reggae?) into their sound on the song Bad News. Reggae aside, they’ve got kind of a 90′s thing going on and Albertson’s voice reminds me a little bit of Buffalo Tom‘s Bill Janovitz and he knows how to turn a pop hook which makes this EP pretty easy on the ears.

I can’t help but think seeing them live will put a smile on your face.  They’ll be playing at the Comet Tavern this Friday along with the Redwood Plan and Night Train if you are so inclined.

mp3: Summer Babes – Crack Habbit (from their self-titled EP)

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