Showing posts with label Power Pop. Show all posts
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Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Everything's Coming Up Roses- The Return Of The Replacements!!!



This Spring is the season of the old rocker. I'm telling you. Weren't you asking? Oh. Anyway here's the deal. Youth culture is dead. Trust fund hipsters with beards listening ironically to metal and hardcore, drinking PBR and getting lip tattoos...that was the last of youth culture, it's over. Bye Bye. Those kids may seem rebellious but deep down they all want to be CEO of Starbucks or at least Team Leader at Whole Foods. Off the grid, my ass.

No, no, fearless reader, the only true punks are the original punks, and butter my cheeks if those guys aren't all pushing 50 or 60 or 70 at this point. Is Iggy Pop more punk than the guy from Fucked Up? Yes he is. Who is more like Bruce Springsteen, Brian Fallon or the actual Bruce Springsteen? We could jaw that one up all day and night.The fact is, this culture of ours, (punk/indie/underground/alterna-whatever blanket general term ya gots) will likely not ever die. But it will likely be incredibly boring forever and ever, amen.

There has not, for instance, been anyone who qualifies as a "new Paul Westerberg". Westerberg, the singer/songwriter behind life changing 80s indie/punk/powerpoppers the Replacements (the 'Mats, to true fans), is a true American original. Not original in the sense that he didn't copy Alex Chilton and Johnny Thunders to death (literally), but in the sense that the distillation that came out of him had not been done before and is unmistakably him, and his. Broken hearted, anthemic guitar pop/rootsy rock'n'roll with poetic-ish lyrics and a good dose of midwestern self loathing, it was, and although Springsteen and Dylan and others have gone down that road, nobody can say that the Replacements didn't at least have the courtesy to pave it on their ramshackle trip down, opening the door for lots of other people like the Goo Goo Dolls, Ryan Adams, Lucero, Wilco, Son Volt, etc who all became rich and famous doing a less heartfelt and slicker version of the 'Mats schtick.



^Tommy and Paul Then^

My point here is, there have been no viable successors to Paul Westerberg's throne. There have been no "new Iggy Pops". There have been no British pop/rock bands with the brains and brawn of the mighty Suede. No new David Bowies. And why do we need that? If the kids don't want to produce anything interesting, if youth culture is now safe, watered down, corporate in nature and actually MORE boring than the "boring old farts", why do we need it? Especially not when ALL of the aforementioned artists have NEW work out, or coming soon, that is among their best work in decades.

Just downloaded the new Replacements disc, their first in over 20 years. It was done as an attempt to raise funds for former 'Mats guitarist Slim Dunlap, who has had a very nasty stroke. It's been very successful as a fundraiser, and listening to it now, I can say it's very successful as rock and roll music, as well.

Kicking off with a cover of Slim Dunlaps' solo tune "Busted Up", the Replacements (who now consist of the two main 'Mats, Paul Westerberg and Tommy Stinson, plus a couple of Minneapolis session guys on drums and 2nd guitar)immediately show much improved chops and a less raggedy/sloppy rhythm than the 'Mats of old, while somehow NOT losing that spontaneous, unrehearsed vibe they always had. It sounds like an older wiser Westerberg and Stinson,yes. Two guys who have learned to play their guitars and sing better over the years. But it doesn't lack one bit in the attitude department. They can still, as Paul put it recently "rock like murder". The song itself is a fun jump blues/rockabilly type roots number, catchy as all get out.



^Paul Westerberg Now^

Next up is former drummer Chris Mars' contribution to the EP, a cover of Slim Dunlap's "Radio Hook Word Hit". Apparently Chris, while not really keen on the idea of being in a room playing music with the other 'Mats, did want to be involved so he recorded this tune by himself and painted the awesome cover art as well. The song is good, a very late 80s/early 90s sounding number, one you indeed could imagine being on the radio in the "alternative" era. It's a good song, well played, and doesn't distract from the greatness that is happening around it, but it's not part of that greatness, if you get my drift.

After that comes the REAL shit. "I'm Not Sayin'" is a cover of a 1960s Gordon Lightfoot song that Westerberg learned through a cover by Velvet Underground chanteuse Nico. I haven't heard the original, but this song sounds tailor made for the band that wrote "Little Mascara", "Left Of The Dial" and "Merry Go Round". It rocks in that catchy, bar-room way while still broadcasting the depth of feeling and subtle melancholy that only Westerberg can wring out of a 3 chord rock'n'roll song. He even throws in a reference to/impression of tragic hero Johnny Thunders at the end of the song when he croons "Don't try..." just like Thunders did on "You Can't Put Your Arms Around A Memory", one of his finest songs. Perfect. This is the hit, and this is the shit, guys and ghouls.



^Tommy Stinson Now^

"Lost Highway" barges in next, and this one is a cover of a cover of a cover. You see, there was this songwriter in the 1940s called Leon Payne. He wrote great songs, a few of which were covered by the great Hank Williams, including "Lost Highway". Now, Hank was no slouch in the songwriting department his own damn self, but he felt moved enough by this song to give it a haunting, intense treatment that became one of his signature tunes. Then, in the 1980's, a great country punk band from Nashville named Jason and The Scorchers covered it, with a vicious, rocking arrangement that certainly out crunches any previous version. Now the 'Mats have covered that version. They've tightened up the groove by slowing it down a tad, and bringing out the swinging rather than pummeling aspects of the Scorchers' arrangement, but it still ROCKS. Oh my goodness how it rocks. Westerberg's voice cracks a bit in that heartbreaking and human way that it used to, and he endears himself even further by accidentally mush-mouthing the line about the jug of wine, while the band slides and stumbles around him like the Faces on anti depressants and my friend, it's just heaven.

Sadly there's only one more song left, but there's always the repeat button, and I already know I'm going to click on that. The final tune is "Everything's Coming Up Roses". This song is from a 1959 Broadway Musical called "Gypsy", and sure, it's a funny choice, but Westerberg has always had a thing for show tunes. The 'Mats do this one great justice, keeping tongues firmly in cheek while proving that a good pop song is always going to be a good pop song.

Basically, people, this is a new recording by my favorite band of all time. I'm either going to love it despite it's faults or be bitterly disappointed. Thankfully, the boys didn't let me down one bit. It's poignant, it's rocking, it's fun. It's everything the Replacements were at their best, and everything I miss about rock'n'roll the way it used to be. Thanks Paul, Thanks Tommy. Bless you Slim.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

More Fun Than A Flaming Planet: My End of The World Blog!



SO listen, since the world is going to end, I don't want to go out on the mostly sour note that was my last Blog entry "More Fun Than A Flaming Yule Log." After reading several of my music geek friends' Year End Top Tens, or 20s, or whatever, I realized that there were, indeed, some records I forgot about that I did buy and did enjoy. There were also a couple bands who released singles or teasers for their new albums this year that I loved but, like a dick, did not include in my year end list. So what follows is my Top Ten best musical releases of 2012.

1) Redd Kross- Researching The Blues LP.
How I forgot about this instant power pop classic is beyond me. Guess I'm going senile. "Stay Away From Downtown" is the song of the goddamn year as far as this lonely cowpoke is concerned. The choppy Riffs, the sweet harmonies, the vague and vaguely familiar lyrics....it's like the innocence of early Lennon and McCartney, covered in '77 era punk rock bile and power pop teeny bop energy. The whole album is a stunner, in fact I'm quite sure it's the bands' best since "Third Eye".

2)Graveyard- "Lights Out" LP
I covered this in my "Yule Log" Blog, so I'm not going to re-iterate. I'll just say if you like the blues, classic hard rock, doom, classic metal or stoner rock...get it.

3)Kurt Baker- "Brand New Beat"
Ditto on this one, covered in the last Blog. I will add that it gets kudos for blatantly ripping off the title of a Gene Vincent song. Because if you're going to rip people off (and you are), then make it blatant and make sure they've been dead since 1972.

4)The Crazy Squeeze- s/t LP
First off, I will state that I do not own this record. I am judging it on the bands' past recordings and the samples I've heard of each song. The fact that this band is a supergroup that features members of the Stitches, Richmond Sluts, and the (godlike) Teenage Frames just seals the deal. Whatever this band does, I like it. It sounds like punk rock and roll with a healthy dose of snotty pop on top, a furious gang bang between the Heartbreakers, the Boys, and Teenage Head. I cannot wait til this bastard sees a U.S. vinyl release, for it shall be mine.

5) Wanda Jackson-"Unfinished Business" LP
I have come to the realization that I don't like Justin Townes earle that much. I really tried, but he just seems like the palest of pale Ryan Adams imitators, with none of his Dad's aching wordplay, slurred swagger, and honesty. He tries too hard, and he's too young yet, and he just ain't doin' it right yet, aside from a couple of good tunes. Why am I talking about him? Well, he had the balls to produce a Wanda Jackson record. It's a real good one. The song choices and feel are spot on, and I needn't mention that Wanda's voice is eternal. Her live performances are sometimes shaky these days, but her last few records have been up there with the best of her ancient 1950s/1960s back catalog. I do her an injustice by whining about her choice of producer. Jack White, producer of last year's "The Party Ain't Over Yet" was a better choice because he had recorded Loretta Lynn and is a massive talent himself. Having said that, "Unfinished Business", I think, is the finer record of the two.

6)Ricky Rat-"Songs In C Major Love" LP
I don't understand the title. I just don't get it. But I never understand anything, so I am not super shocked or anything. Does he love the key of C Major? If so, then why doesn't he marry it? Anyway, you have got to hand it to Ricky Rat. Probably the finest Detroit guitar player (and if you are from Michigan, the land that invented the Gibson Guitar, you are of a special breed to begin with) since Wayne Kramer. As you all should know, he was in thee Trash Brats, a band every hip Michigan kid knew and loved for their cross dressing cross pollination of glam, punk, pop metal and snot back in the 1980s and '90s. Thee Brats were a GREAT band. Ricky's first solo record is also great. While I miss Brian O'Blivion's vocals at times, this disc exhibits the same ramshackle pop punk charm that made Thee Brats such an eternally beloved band. Ricky's voice kinda sounds like Dr. Frank from the Mr. T Experience in spots, which ain't bad. There's also a pretty great cover of Flesh For Lulu's "Time And Space"! All in all, this is a good one in the spirit of Keef and Johnny Thunders' solo stuff. A guitar star stepping out in front of a band with better than fair results.

7)Ghost- "Secular Haze" Leaked Track
Pretty sure this will be the title track of Ghosts' next LP, and it's a creepy, swirly, carnival calliope sounding beast of a thing, with super, super heavy bass and the by now familiar creepily sweet vocals. While this is an official "leak",another new track has leaked via a live version of Abba's "Marionette" (I shitteth you not, people)on You Tube which is frigging awesome. Hope it's on the record. Very much looking forward to it's release in 2013!

8)JD McPherson-"Twinkle Little Christmas Lights" holiday single
This guy just never quits. His album "Signs And Signifiers" was on everyone's year end lists last year, and he's been all over the place since, playing every dive in every town six times on a never ending tour. He's also appeared on every late night talk show from Leno to Conan to Letterman, and blown away mass audiences each time. this cat is gonna be big. This is his first new music since "Signs", and it's a great little sweetly adorable holiday song. Sort of like a drunken Little Richard having his way with "Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree", but better. If you can imagine.

9)Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds- "We No Who UR" Leaked Track
I'm including this mostly because I have super high hopes for the new Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds album "Push The Sky Away". This song itself is weak milk. Kind of reminds me of U2, or some Irish band doing a song for a charity album or something. Lyrics very good, music very bland. Maybe it'll grow on me, but I'm still holding out massive hope for the album!

10)OFF!-"OFF!" LP
Following two years after 2010's "The First Four EPs" collection, this sophomore album finds the punk/alt rock supergroup that is OFF sounding no less pissed off and frantic. 16 songs in just under 16 minutes. Now that is hardcore punk rock. And this is a great album.

Alright, just so you don't call me a grumpy old so and so, that's my year end top ten. Go ahead and cast yer stones that I didn't include whatever 20 something hipster band you're into this week, but I hate the kids. The kids are terrible. It will take amazing things to make me enjoy the kids' music. Even if it's something I should like, like a 10th generation power pop rip off or doom metal band or whatever. I need more than "something I should like". I need something I DO like. Meh. Bah humbug, my blood shit runneth over.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Children By the Millions Weep For Alex Chilton

People die. Those who have touched you in some way, those who you knew well, relatives and friends. I remember when Johnny Cash died. I wrote "CASH" on my knuckles in magic marker and went to work that way, and people thought I was insane. When Joe Strummer died, I called in sick to work because I knew I couldn't handle speaking to hundreds of people at my workplace who couldn't fathom why I was upset about some "80s rockstar" dying. Sharif still didn't like it.

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Johnny Thunders, Richey Manic (?), Stiv Bators, Waylon Jennings, Porter Wagoner, Buck Owens, Joey and Johnny and Dee Dee Ramone, the list is probably longer. All of these artists have touched me deeply in my life, and the work they produced in their time on this god forsaken Japanese Standing Toilet of a planet has helped me to keep breathing for 39 years. Not just me. Alot of us.

Today I found out that Alex Chilton died. My wife can tell you that I actually cried. Then I forced her to go on iTunes and play "Ballad Of El Goodo", "Back Of a Car", "Hey Little Girl", "September Gurls", "O, Dana" and the Replacements' "Alex Chilton" over and over.

I'm not making this about me. I'm just showing you how much I actually care about the man I'm about to write about.

Alex Chilton. A genius. A punk. A sonofabitch. An icon. A loser. A legend.

This is a man who, at sixteen years old, had a nationwide number one hit that you'll still hear on Classic Rock stations to this day. "The Letter." He joined the Box Tops as a young Memphis teen obsessed with soul music. The group scored with "Cry Like A Baby" and "Soul Deep" before Alex was 18. He was singing then in an effected, gritty, gruff soul style that he pulled off well. But nobody knew his real voice until he joined a little Memphis pop rock combo that were eventually to be named Big Star.

The Box Tops with Alex on vocals at 17 years old:



While they were active and performing, nobody gave two shits about Big Star. They seemed, at the time, like a seventies radio-styled derivitive of the Beatles. Perhaps sub-Badfinger. Had anyone cared to listen to more than 30 seconds of any of their songs though, either penned by Alex or Chris Bell, they would have been overwhelmed with the singular, atmospheric, unique emotional pull of Chilton's riffs, harmonies, lyrics and vocals. Here was a true unique voice in the wilderness that nobody gave two fucks about hearing. As Mott the Hoople, another criminally ignored, genius band once sang, "We're not bleeding you, we're feeding you/But you're too fucking slow."

Big Stars' perfection would be vindicated by time, however. Every 90s pop punk and power pop band would loudly sing the praises, twenty years later, of those four forgotten records from the early 70s. The reputation grew long after the band was history. Teenage Fan Club, the Replacements, The Posies, The Pixies, Green Day, Jellyfish, REM, Nirvana, good ol' Cheap Trick, Elliot Smith, Material Issue, Wilco, Bright Eyes, etc etc on and on...the artists were fans even if the unwashed masses never knew.

And what was so great about Big Star? Everything. How can you explain the feeling you get when winter turns to spring and the breeze is blowing possibility at your face? How can you explain being in love? How can you describe teenage frustration that lasts long into adulthood and hope and fear and pain? How can you explain why you like rock and roll? Can't do it. So I can't explain how great Big Star were to you. You'll just have to listen. This song is my song that I dedicate to my wife. Only because she was born in September and I was born in December, and the song states that. This song means quite abit to me. Years before my wife, I longed to meet a September Gurl that fit this song. Finally, I got one.



I loved you, well, nevermind/I've been crying all the time/ December boy's got it bad....

After Big Star never sold any records and broke up in the mid 70s, Chilton embarked on a solo career, producing his own great stuff, and other bands. It seemed everything he touched was doomed to be under appreciated in its time, and considered a classic later on.

Here's something Chilton produced that some of you may be familiar with.



Chilton produced the Cramps (legends after their own time as well) and other groups while also recording his own solo genius with albums like the classic "Like Flies On Sherbert".

He was able to eke out a small living with his music for many years, before Big Stars' posthumous popularity exploded in the 1990s, via the many bands who had been influenced by them.

Here's one, a very important one. And hearing this song at 17 years old in 1988 was my first hearing of the name "Alex Chilton". Yes, it made me wonder who he was. Thank God I actually followed up and found out.



Although Chilton's Big Star co-writer Chris Bell had died much earlier in a Memphis drunk driving wreck, Alex was able to put together a new line up of Big Star featuring members of the Big Star worshipping band the Posies. Big Star kinda sorta reunited in the early-mid 90s and produced the amazingly Big Star-ish sounding "In Space". It was great. It didn't sell. Just want to reiterate. It was GREAT. Again, this song reminds me of my wife. And it probably reminds every brainy, rootsy power pop fop out there of any "too much to handle" girl they were ever lucky enough to come across. God this song is painfully beautiful.



Then what? The embarrassingly shitty sit com "That 70s Show" adopted "In The Street" by Big Star as their theme song, albeit covered and given a sort of clumsy Nuge-metal treatment by longtime Big Star buds Cheap Trick, with heavily altered lyrics and a ham fisted 90s metal production that kinda grosses me out everytime I hear it. Ok not kinda. Totally grosses me out. This brought Chilton a blessed paycheck however, so thank god.



Here's the real deal playing the real song on the Tonight Show (look how Alex tries to sell it, confused that his 30 year old throwaway song now means something to somebody):



So the reunion was an on again off again success, and Alex also spent a bit of time participating in a reunion of his even older band, The Box Tops.

2009 (note Alex's hilararious into of this song) :


The fact is, Alex struggled from the late 60s until 2010 to get the genius of his music across in a world that doesn't like genius, or feeling, or anything thats real. And maybe he didn't get the big paychecks he deserved. No, he definitely didn't get those. But he left his mark on this world. And on me. And probably, whether you know it or not, on you.

He died in a New Orleans hospital room on March 17th, 2010. On the Eve of yet another sell out Big Star reunion tour. That voice is silent now, forever. That guitar sound is only an echo. That songwriting id is only available via reissues. Alex Chilton is gone. And a bigger star than ever.

Alex Chilton was beset by demons his entire life. Demons I know well. Depression, anxiety, chemical dependence. Love lost and found and lost and found and lost. You can hear it in the songs. And the songs of every skinny sensitive white boy from a small town in America who longed to be a bad ass ever and anon.

My fave Big Star song: