Archive for Category ‘What Is Heard‘

The Louvin Brothers – The Great Atomic Power

The Louvin Brothers – Great Atomic Power <click!>

The Louvin Brothers tap into the former Kommy scare, helping to process the inevitable invocation of the mushrooms of destruction. Turn up the Enola Gay!

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Billy Bennett – Lou Wheez (a music video)

Imagine Van Dyke Parks is his name was a sentence and you’ll get the right image in your head of what Billy Bennett’s music sounds like: beautiful, twisted, and oddly comforting. Here with 2 songs and moments of brilliance before him, Bennett has brought forth a video for his good lovin’ song, ‘Lou Wheez’ directed by Boone Bear Dawson.

 

 

 

Stay lush.

 

Eugene McDaniels – Cherrystones

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In what truly has to be one of the most far out arrangements of a soul song I’ve ever heard, Eugene McDaniels (The Left Rev. MC D) went for the golden nail in his song Cherrystone from his “Outlaw” LP offering. Post-revolution hangover says let’s try it again, just with no bras or balls this time. A man of film and song, politics and the cloth, both of McDaniels’ records on Atlantic have a wild amount of exploration on them. The delivery ranges from Jagger to Diamond, the lyrics and tunes themselves pull off the rails almost every time only to find the groove again, or one that’s more on its own terms. Venture on, dear reader.

Eugene McDaniels – Cherrystones

Side note: His “Headless Heroes of the Apocalypse” album got then-VP Spiro Agnew to offer up a cease-and-desist to Atlantic records regarding its release.

Crib Ennui: Spring ’15 Mix

D/L later if I feel like mp3 hunting.

SILVER & GOLD – bad boys

“It’s so special when there’s something special…”

SILVER & GOLD – it’s high times

Here we find our lovely duo branching out to more progressive and illicit material. The label thought it was too heavy handed at the time and dropped the band almost immediately. Joke’s on those silly suits, however, because when SILVER & GOLD released the song anyway, it was their most massive hit to date, hitting #1 for 12 weeks straight on the billboard top 100 in 2013!!!!! It was also featured on season finally of Grey Anatomy.

Curtis Mayfield – There’s No Place Like America Today

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One of the most powerful artists with one of their most blistering creations, Curtis Mayfield’s “There’s No Place Like America Today” has one foot on the gas and one foot kicking against the goads. The whole record is a complete work, from the Mayfield-produced-Baby-Huey cover of “Hard Times” to the soul-purifying horn arrangements by Curtom’s man in house, Rich Tufo (see 0:38 on in “So In Love”). Hard to top Superfly on any angle, but damn if Curtis didn’t drop the other shiny shoe fresh off the dance floor and into the gutter next to Dylan’s vomiting whore. Truthful, grooving, clear-eyed Mayfield: Pro & Fit.

Listen: Curtis Mayfield – Billy Jack

Andy Ferro – Short Stories

 

Very quietly and surreptitiously did Andy Ferro, guitarist and occasional vocalist for Ranch Ghost, slide out a modest, self-recorded batch of songs this winter. The details are scant, but over beignets this last Fat Tuesday, Ferro made something along the lines of comment about how the songs come from a place of Tea and optimism and not Red Wine and pith…whatever that means. It sounds to everyone else like the dude just held himself hostage for a season and put his nose to the grindstone and we are looking at the residuals.

The tunes are simple, well-written, and contain a British sensibility that tongues with the American “blues”- a style that is becoming a sort-of calling card of Mr. Ferro’s.

Birth your own babies and let this collection of jams hold you over until that Ranch Ghost record finally sees the light of day.

 

 

Jorge Ben Jor – A Tábua de Esmeralda

 

On all the levels of communicating that music can do, emotional buoyancy is probably the most effervescent – and maybe the most glorious – of them all. With lyrics, you can follow a narrative or wander with their signs; a groove, the body can move and communicate with a different type of meaningful-exploration. However, when an album just comes to envelop you in its own intangibility to the point of understanding it as a real and concrete feeling, you pay attention. It doesn’t matter what is actually said, how instruments are played or parts executed. It bleeds over into a world where the intention shines through, thus becoming a damn good listen.

So, when it comes to the Brazilian Jorge Ben Jor and his incredible album A Tábua de Esmeralda (The Emerald Tablet), it seems obvious to point out that – for me at least – this record has these hard-to-describe qualities in spades. Ben Jor is not unknown by any stretch, nor is this record, but that is all still relative to your geo-positioning. Quite a great deal of writing exists on him already: from his prolific output, to him suing Rod Stew-Art for nabbing the chorus for “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy?” from his “Taj Mahal” (off of the equally brilliant, brazilian/african rhythmical-hybrid Ãfrica Brasil). What I find appealing about this album from the angle of writing about it is its place both in the chronology/ethos of Tropicália specifically (and MPB in general), as well as Mr. Ben Jor’s body of work.

A Tábua de Esmeralda has the wonderful exploratory elements of his Tropicália comrades (Gil, Gal, Veloso, etc.) and their oeuvre, and the “genre” is hands down one of the most interesting creative endeavors in my opinion, the “anthropofagia” being an oddly-perfect precursor to globalism for better and for worse. However, A Tábua de Esmeralda stays closer to conventionality, sonically speaking. Ben Jor seems wonderfully comfortable as a populist to a degree (having an album almost entirely dedicated to hermetic mysticism alongside jams that become soccer-stadium rattlers is a rare career-feat indeed). It’s rooted in Brazil, is Brazilian, but reaches beyond itself, depersonalizing the listener (regardless of their understanding of Portuguese) and allows for a healthy dose of – well – fun.

And plain and simple, this record is fun. It conjures up languid images of hammocks and a healthy buzz, the bed of a lover, or the quieter moments with yourself as you ponder what to have for breakfast. There is playful banter tucked in the background of songs. All the while, the actual “content” of the album is exploring emotional, political and spiritual paths rarely traveled down with such dexterity. Jorge Ben Jor, without a trace of irony, embraces love and life, pain and suffering, and ponders through mythologies as old as the Upanishads: what it means to be alive and – more importantly – living. Alchemists, literal in their description, are eventually located within the heart of the self, Hermes Trismegisto acting as a handy guide, then seen and sung about in instances of stillness (“Cinco Minutos”), the stars in tandem with human folly (“Errare Humanum Est”), and a narrator tortured by malicious thoughts couched in a deep desire for their lover (“Menina Mulher Da Pele Preta”).

From what I can tell, these are all themes that permeate Jorge Ben Jor’s songs at different times and on different albums. However, in my opinion, A Tábua de Esmeralda reaches a particular distillation that is poised and balanced in a way quite unlike any other album of his. And in the midst of an album soaked in love and spiritual exploration, there’s a song solely dedicated to the shit-flipping admiration of a neck tie. C’mon. A Tábua de Esmeralda is such a grand synthesis of clarity and levity, it’s almost alchemistic in scope.

Jorge Ben Jor – Menina Mulher da Pele Preta
Jorge Ben Jor – Zumbi