Friday, December 30, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
This month's lesson: Demons. And what better time than Christmas to play songs about Satan's gremlins? Christmas brings out the demons in everyone. Thusly, a night of demonic bellowing awaits you. But that's not all! We've also got long-forgotten acid-folkies, demented loner-rockers and psychedelic outsiders, groovy dollybirds and Detroit freakrockers, drug-damaged punks and mustache bandits playing flutes through giant stacks of Marshall Amps. All this and more in Lesson 2 of Advanced Demonology!
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Where are they now? The world clearly wasn't ready for this in '05, but everything's so fucked at this point that I'm pretty sure German blow-out rock is gonna be the new thing. Tell 'em to grease up those tambourines if you see 'em.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Fighting for the right to party. Belarus might be short on human rights, judging the book by the cover; there is no shortage of booze and beautiful woman in Minsk. The revolution goes down in one-room flats, presumably hiding from the not so secret police.
If Rock ‘n Roll is illegal in Belarus than these guys are public enemy #1. Soul riffs hurled through fuzz, Q65 Euro creep swagger, death from within, all that shit rules. They want to be free to ride without being hassled by the man and they want to get loaded. Nothing sounds derived from anything other than the demon itself, it’s all full speed ahead, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, and it's only political because it has to be, not because the Yankees want it that way.
Download the record for free and spread the word. They might be the greatest band in the not so free world. We take the right to nihilism for granted here in the states. No sleep till Minsk!
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
It's gonna be nuts. Be here on Xmas day for all the magickal conjurings you can handle. Swilson and I are bashing out the details as we speak. So far it sounds like this:
Gird your loins now!
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
A doe-eyed, bleach-blonde early 60's Brit warbler who specialized in seriously depressing songs about her imaginary (and often dead) ex-boyfriends, Twinkle subverted the chirpy dollybird image enjoyed by her peers (Lulu, Petula, Dusty), finding more in common, thematically, with death-song enthusiasts the Shangri-Las. Her biggest hit was one such bad-ender, 1964's motorcycle crash epic, "Terry". It's awesomely bleak, as is this endearingly low-rent live clip of her performing it.
Imagine if it really was about her boyfriend, who died in a fiery bike wreck, and she was forced to dredge up those memories every performance? What a nightmare. Anyway, Terry's just the tip of the iceberg. She's got a million of 'em. Do yourself a favor, pick up the definitive Twinkle collection, Golden Lights. It's the most fun you can have in the company of a teary-eyed adolescent*.
* I realize there's a joke there, but I'm not evil enough to tell it.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
By the mid 70's, she dropped out of favor among the taste-makers, and dedicated her life to various charities. That's not your typical Hippie Death Goddess coda, but what the hell. That's the way it went.
Friday, December 2, 2011
The Eclipse on the Horizon has the Wings of a Demon, Suicide (will not save you from this darkness that comes for us all). Driven by some inner mythology, Hypatia Lake are like Giles, Giles and Fripp descending into a Sabbath warping, fuzzed out, ampeg brain on drugs scramble. From the lyrics, it sounds like these 21st century schizoid men are legitimately excited about the end of the world. 2012 is right around the corner and there is only 100 copies of this record available, adorned in a very beautiful Hawkwind horror silk-screened cover, orange swirl vinyl. It would make a nice doomsday Christmas present for a loved one.
Thursday, December 1, 2011