In honor of their show at Radio City tonight, see this piece here.
Archive for July, 2010
Oh my Heavens, where have we been? How did we not know this and make the according plans. While we have previously expressed concerns about the moral stance of Spiritualized’s epic — possibly the greatest album of the 1990s, certainly one of the five or ten best since the punk era — there are many things, including vestigial organs, we would give to be there. If only we could.
In addition to posting this video evidence of Fleshtones mania in the capital of the Lone Star State, we have this report from our correspondent in Austin:
They were on fire this weekend. Some highlights:
• Friday and Saturday they pulled their shirts off, went out in the crowd and led a push-up contest.
• In Dallas, Peter Zaremba kept referring to me as “Joey” — so after they were done, people kept coming up to me and calling me Joey.
• Wednesday they played an in-store at Waterloo — the owner introduced them and said “Viva les Fleshtones” and Peter without pause says “Ooo-uff wit dey heads.”
• They started out in front of the clubs all three nights and worked their way through the surprised crowds singing and banging drums like pied pipers.
• Keith Streng and Ken Fox were airborn for probably about 50% of the sets.
So we really love the new Deer Tick album, The Black Dirt Sessions, a quieter, but by no means more peaceful collection than last year’s Born on Flag Day. But if you have a spare 99 cents you can fish out of the back of the sofa, and no better place to invest in pure pleasure, download the song “Mange.” It sounds like an outtake from maybe the first Clapton solo album — you know, various Dominos jamming with Stevie Winwood, and is that Ringo drumming? It’s a remarkable 5:16. And there are 10 other songs that are pretty great, too.
Just as the 1964 Worlds Fair seemed so spanking new in its evocation of the future, only to leave Queens with rusting metal and anachronistic architecture, there once was a time the coolest thing on Earth was the collaboration between Brian Eno and Robert Fripp. That was a long time ago now, and though aspects of No Pussyfooting and Evening Star are every bit as relevant today as they were in the late ’70s, it does seem like these were remnants from a prior age. You can still hear Eno’s mid-Seventies run of classic art-pop echoed in the choruses of the New Pornographers and likeminded archaeologists, but Fripp not so much. Until we stumbled across the albums by San Francisco’s Citay.
Thanks again to Uncut‘s samplers, we’ve been playing Citay’s two albums — Dream Get Together and Little Kingdom — on airplane flights and mornings when we can wake up on our own terms (listening to music, not rushing to work), and they’re pretty great. Not simply instrumentals like the Fripp-Eno collaborations, they’re more like Eno albums with a strong Fripp presence. In some cases, the dual guitar figures become so baroque and intertwined, the music is too rich, like trying to subsist on a diet of chocolate cake. But if you, like me, wish that Eno was still making pop records on his own, or collaborating with his crimson king pal, you’ll love these ‘uns.