tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688907282323215282024-03-05T05:55:29.097-07:00Dirt City ChroniclesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08917690356007779691noreply@blogger.comBlogger399125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768890728232321528.post-75289700055178658662017-03-03T13:55:00.001-07:002017-03-03T18:21:58.202-07:00What Are You Listening To?<br />
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So you were listening to the
Mael brothers as a ninth grader?... that's cool. I'll see your
Sparks and raise you 10cc. Remember how cool they sounded when they
first came out? “Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets. I
love to hear those convicts squeal; It's a shame these slugs ain't
real” just switch out convicts with water protectors or protesters
and you have a song that's a perfect fit for these politically
charged times. Lists were so trendy on FB this past summer. I like
this game, it's fun to see what everyone listens to, especially
musicians and music writers. I'll see your list and raise it with a
list of my own. Obviously and by the very nature of this blog, I
favor music produced by musicians native to or based in Albuquerque
or anywhere else that falls within the boundaries of New Mexico.
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The amount of local music
available is staggering. It's a pursuit that requires countless hours
of searching, listening, recording and curating. This translates
into about 80% of what I listen to being local. It takes a train to
get me off this track. When I do branch out, I tend to favor
non-commercial music that somehow still manages to sound commercial.
I'll see your Skyhooks and raise you Split Enz. Funny how music once
deemed radical and daring now sounds so ordinary. I dig
experimentation but it's the familiar that keeps me coming back. What
am I listening to right now besides local music?.... plenty of doom
metal for one. I've rediscovered my love of metal music. The hair
farmer arena rock metal bands of the 1980s almost killed it for me,
but metal is back and in a big way.
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I stumbled upon Stoned
Meadow of Doom, a YouTube channel dedicated to doom of every sort.
It's so heavy that just listening puts you in danger of gravitational
collapse. Stone Meadow of Doom draws you into a world of spiraling
bone grinding heaviness. Name yer poison: traditional, stoner,
funeral, epic, sludge, drone, death and black.... plenty of doom to
go around. Myself, I prefer the comfort food of doom sub-genres:
Stoner Doom, which lacking the claustrophobic and suffocating sense
of malice that envelopes death or black metal, administers a
pleasant narcotic effect. It's a hypnotic lullaby that puts you on
the nod. A style inspired in part by San Francisco proto-metal
pioneers, Blue Cheer. It's nature's Oxycontin soothingly delivered
via electricity and amplification.
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCknVpWR6m2Ijzkqo-aPXs_g">https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCknVpWR6m2Ijzkqo-aPXs_g</a></div>
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Lee Van Cleef ~ Holy
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This is not the spaghetti western film
star but rather the stoner/psych/doom band from Naples, Italy.
Stoned Meadow of Doom calls their latest album “Holy Smoke”
“Forty minutes of pure and sacred fascination that dilates the
conscientious borders and gives off lucidity to the marrow of
narcosis” Marco Adamo on guitar, Guido Minervini drummer and
Pietro La Tegola on bass.... heavy psych without annoying vocals,
showcasing a heavily distorted guitar that sounds like Adamo is
dragging the bottom of a lake in search of bodies.
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Has anyone else noticed
that power trios sound much bigger than they used to? How many
riffs could Satan riff if Satan riffed riffs? Hey Satan, a Swiss
trio answers that question with their eponymous new release “Hey
Satan” Riffs upon riffs upon riffs. A wall of doom constructed
around a foundation of classic cock rock swagger and sludgy stoner
ooze, seemingly inspired by Nine Inch Nails and the first wave
Seattle grunge bands more than the heavy metal most Stoner doom
outfits favor. Hey Satan is the Stoner version of Mudhoney.
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siG32DcmCa8&t=1515s">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siG32DcmCa8&t=1515s</a></div>
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Hailing from Baton Rouge,
La. Thou's line-up has remained consistent throughout the years.
Formed in 2005, a prolific sludge metal band, sporting a hefty
discography. Thou gives off an evil vibe that runs counter to the
band's true nature. Sure Bryan Funck sounds evil as fuck, but these
fellers are as safe as mother's milk. Thou has a tenuous connection
to the local scene having recorded a split “Dwell in the Darkness
of Thought and Drink the Poison of Life” with 'Burque's own The
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A stoner metal band from
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revolves around founding members: Lori S., guitarist/vocalist and
Joey Osbourne, drummer. The band's name was inspired by the highly
publicized murder case of Ricky Kasso, an acid head who murdered one
of his friends. He was known as the “Acid King” due to his
chronic hallucinogenic drug use. Lori S. who according to Wikipedia
“is known for her hypnotic vocals and heavy, low ended guitar
sound” was formerly married to Melvins drummer Dale Crover.
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Captures the next to last
appearance with Witch Mountain for mesmerizing lead vocalist Uta
Plotkin. Witch Mountain is a doom metal band from Portland, Or.
<i>“When we started Witch Mountain in 1997, doom metal was one of
the most uncool styles of music you could play. We were absolutely
ignored by the local press in those days” </i>New singer Kayla
Dixon has a theatrical background and a really soulful voice but her
over the top showboating style is so gauche when compared to the
majestic stage presence of Ms. Plotkin.
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Manic Hispanic ~ The
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Revolving around the recently departed
Mike “Gabby” Gaborno, Manic Hispanic was a SoCal punk parody
supergroup made up of former or current members of The Adolescents,
Agent Orange, Death by Stereo and The Cadillac Tramps. All the
members were Mexican-American or part Mexican,,<i> "we're not
cholos or gangsters, but we come from that heritage and we're proud
of it." </i> thus the band's penchant for covering punk rock
standards with a Chicano twist. Gabby Gaborno, proof positive that
all true Chicanos from El Lay sound just like Cheech Marin, passed
away in January of this year after a long hard battle with liver
cancer. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8jou9F89x4">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8jou9F89x4</a></div>
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Karen Dalton ~ Pine Street
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Recorded on a reel-to-reel in Karen's Colorado home in 1963. Karen
on vocals, long neck banjo and 12 string guitar. A beautifully
recorded and preserved intimate document of one of the period's most
enigmatic, heartbreaking and wonderfully talented musicians. “Dalton
could sound like Billie Holiday, and she had the striking beauty of
a Walker Evans dustbowl portrait. Bob Dylan called her his favorite
singer from the Greenwich Village folk scene of the 1960s”
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The Kossoy Sisters ~ Bowling Green
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Ellen and Irene Kossoy, identical
twins with a knack for close harmony. Their quintessential version
of “I'll Fly Away” was featured in the Coen Bros. movie "O
Brother, Where Art Thou," only to be replaced on the soundtrack
album with a version by Allison Krauss and Gillian Welch. According
to Ellen, the use of two different versions of "I'll Fly Away"
is still a bit of a mystery. "As far as we know, (Krauss' and
Welch's version) had been recorded before the movie came out and
using us in the movie was a later decision. We think it's
(director/writer) Ethan Coen who made the decision to use us, but
we're not absolutely sure about that."
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4MNM0OO_iVI">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4MNM0OO_iVI</a></div>
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Le Butcherettes ~ Sin Sin Sin
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Formed in Guadalajara by American
ex-pat Teri Gender Bender i.e. Teresa Suárez. Le Butcherettes has
evolved into a vehicle for Teresa to showcase her prodigious talents
as a guitarist, songwriter and vocalist. “Sin Sin Sin”
introduced her to a new legion of fans north of the border that
Trump loathes so much. Fuck him. Jettison your hateful ideas about
lines of demarcation and such, embrace the difference. Teresa is
proof that two cultures can not only coexist but thrive by soaking
in the best influences of both.</div>
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Formed in Madrid, Spain, a
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soulful command of the Spanish language, making her a dual threat.</div>
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Capable of tugging at your
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"<em>Crescit eundo</em>,"
our state motto, a Latin phrase which translates as "It grows as
it goes." could also apply to a slew of talented musicians
who've fled our fair state. It's no secret, if you're going to “make
it” you've got to get out the hell outta Dodge. Episode #49 touched
on a pair of such musicians (Amy Linton-Henry's Dress and Lucia
Garcia-Electric Grandma) This time around the focus is on Santa Fe's
own Alex Rose... the musician behind noteworthy Santa Fe /
Albuquerque bands Mistletoe and The Bum Out Patrol. Simultaneous to
his role as front man for the aforementioned bands, Alex also made a
name for himself both in Santa Fe and Albuquerque due to his work as
a studio engineer and producer. This led to his moving to Seattle in
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project formed by high school friends Alex Rose, Javier Romero and
Mark Heyman. This version of the band recorded an album 'Sorry It's
Been So Long' in 1999... Self released, well realized.... bold ideas
delivered via adequate resources. Seven intelligently infectious
songs about girls and other hazards. The lyrics exhibited an
underlying bitterness and yearning beneath a sweet exterior while
focusing on the emotional fallout of missed opportunities and
unrequited attraction. The musical similarities between early
Mistletoe and early Weezer are glaring, but keep in mind that in 1999
it was de rigueur among the rock & roll set to draw on River
Cuomo for inspiration. Mistletoe worked that formula. Oh! Ranger
aping Weezer was good for three decent albums. Starsky did it to good
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Mistletoe's stock shot up
with the addition of Westin Glass on drums and Brian Rains on bass. A
move that allowed Alex Rose to switch from drums to guitar. This
totally changed the dynamics and fortunes of the band in ways they
never would've imagined. “The band started to develop a bigger,
more rock sound as we became a tighter live band and started touring
a lot,” says Rose. “That was really fun, but I also wanted to do
something smaller.” This growth spurt led to Mistletoe appearing on
the same bill as The Breeders, Superdrag, The Shins, Pedro The Lion
(just to name a few) Another change that took place was a move to
Albuquerque. Cracking the 'Burque scene gave Alex Rose an opportunity
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Alex and Westin began honing
their songwriting skills “I usually walk around with songs in my
head that don’t exist yet.” said Rose. “I finally started
capturing a handful of them around this time.” Some songs didn't
quite fit the Mistletoe mold. This led to the formation of The Bum
Out Patrol. Alex and Westin shared front-man duties with one singing
and playing guitar while the other played drums and vice versa.
B.O.P. grew beyond being a mere side project, performing shows with
Enon, Limbeck, The Decemberists and The Frogs. More of a live band,
Bum Out Patrol's recorded output was sparse. Three hard to find demo
tracks released online is all you'll find (Through the Windshield,
Until the Summer, Before You Drive Away... which was later included
on the Model Photographer album)</div>
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Mistletoe 2.0 released
'This Is Evidence' in 2003. The new album went a step beyond “Sorry
It's Been So Long” the growth and maturity evident from the opening
track. Driven by muscular guitars, adorned with a few subtle
unexpected chord-progression shifts and keyboard textures, the
combination of which packed a marvelous rock 'n' roll punch. It's a
triumph of musically pleasant, lyrically fascinating songs, tight
and vibrantly on the emotional money with the band demonstrating an
instrumental expansiveness comparable to the acts that influenced
them. (Modest Mouse, Built to Spill, Death Cab for Cutie, Big Star
etc.) If a mash-up of 1970s influenced power pop, indie alt-rock,
shoegaze and emo is what you’re buying, “This is Evidence” was
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In retrospect “This is
Evidence” was a platform for Alex Rose to show off his production
and recording skills. The added depth of production makes the album a
sweeping local epic. That being said, this is not the type of album
that’s trying to change your life. It somehow manages to achieve a
seamless time warp that reflects brilliantly on the past, the present
and all concerned. Adventurous yet familiar. “<i>Towards the end of
three years in Albuquerque, Rose had two thriving bands and had
become a sought-after recording engineer, making records with many of
his favorite local bands. Despite this success and the admittedly
charming southwest locale, there remained a growing desire to escape
the home state for the greener pastures of the Pacific Northwest” </i></div>
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Relocating to Seattle in early 2004, Alex Rose began working on a
solo act that included songs from The Bum Out Patrol's repertoire as
well as newer songs that would later turn up on “Model
Photographer” (“We Stayed Home,” “Cassette Tape” and
“Don’t Be A Moper.”)“Most of the songs were written right
before or after I moved from Albuquerque to Seattle,” says Rose. “I
was thinking about the future a lot, but I often felt unable to
escape the past.” Alex soon found himself playing guitar for
Heather Duby and keyboards with Minus the Bear (having worked on
their album, Menos El Oso) A reunion with Westin Glass (who also
relocated to Seattle) and the addition of bass player John Bagley,
proved to be the impetus that led to Alex's solo act evolving into
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Sonicbids bio: “<i>It is an album of
honest and direct songs that give the listener a glimpse into the
internal world of a musician entering his mid-twenties”</i>One
would be tempted to say that “Model Photographer” was either
Mistletoe's third album or The Bum Out Patrol album that we never
got. Either way, it wouldn't be a far fetched assessment. The album
was well executed, the result of Alex Rose having meticulously
tweaked the tracks over the course of two years. Completed in 2007,
the album was initially released for free online prior to its proper
release on June Records. <i>“When I was young and discovering
music, I wanted to believe my favorite songs were about real
experiences” said Alex Rose. “Since I began writing songs, I
have always wanted them to feel like that.”</i></div>
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<i>Versus Magazine wrote: “Sans
braces and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt, Model Photographer was much like
my first date: young, talented, nervous, and about to steal my heart
... With melodies that promenade hand in hand with sultry vocals,
each tune was sweet and sour with tales of almost love” </i>Sonicbids
bio: <i>“Much like the contradictory conditions during which they
were written, the songs themselves display a certain duality: they
are both expansive and intimate, bold and delicate, detached and
eager. Rose’s bittersweet vocals and fuzzy guitars blend dreamily
with the propulsion of John Bagley’s bass, Westin Glass’ drums
and the occasional keyboard overdub.”</i> Due to circumstances, a
follow-up album slated for release in 2008 never came to fruition and
Model Photographer fell by the wayside.</div>
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Alex jumped at a chance to
become a full time member of Minus the Bear, a Seattle based indie
rock band he joined in 2007, replacing keyboard player Matt Bayles.
Having worked with the band on “Menos el Oso” in 2005, Alex
contributed to “Planet of Ice” in 2007 and all their subsequent
album releases. He eventually took on a more prominent role in the
composition process, even taking over lead vocals on a few songs.
Minus the Bear's sound is described by Paste Magazine.com as <i>
"Pele-esque guitar-taps, atmospheric keyboard textures, quirky
odd-time signatures and electronics with sophisticated time signature
composition. It’s fresh, frantic, uproariously fun stuff - and
ferociously well-played” </i>I'm not sure if “<i>Pele-esque”</i>
refers to the Brazilian soccer legend.
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In 2006, Westin Glass formed
The Reformation which primarily<i> </i>consisted of Westin (playing
all the instruments) though it came to include ex-Model Photographer
bassist John Bagley and drummer Patrick Huerta. This resulted in two
albums “Floral War” in 2007 and “Living the Dream” in 2008.
Drawing on influences ranging from late-90 s post-punk to shameless
alternative radio hits<i> </i>both drew comparisons to The Foo
Fighters, Nada Surf and Kings of Convenience. Concurrently, Glass was
also tour drummer for Say Hi To Your Mom. Based in Seattle, Say Hi is
Eric Elbogen, who records at home playing all of the instruments and
providing vocals. Since 2008, Westin Glass has been a member of
Portland based indie band The Thermals, a band formed in 2002 by
Hutch Harris and Kathy Foster.
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Minus the Bear is still going strong
after sixteen years having just released a new album “Voids” Alex
Rose is currently taking time off in London. Affording him time to
work on his solo project, Nghtblnd (a reference to retinitis
pigmentosa, an affliction that renders him blind at night) <i>“It’s
rare, and nobody really knows about it. As a kid, it caused me some
turmoil. I grew up in Santa Fe, NM. A lot of my friends liked to go
on night hikes in the woods, but I couldn’t do it. There were no
street lights in a lot of areas; it was pitch black and I couldn’t
see”</i> Alex has posted a handful of Nghtblnd demos on Soundcloud
as well as tracks he's worked on including: Slowbirdband, Minus the
Bear, Rusty Maples, Nouela and there's even a remix of Britney Spears
“I Wanna Go” Click play and enjoy.</div>
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I'm sure ya'll remember
Henry's Dress, they were Albuquerque's great rock hope prior to the
Shins. Formed in 1993, Amy Linton and Matt Hartman effortlessly
shared lead vocals and took turns playing guitar or drums,
accompanied by Hayyim Sanchez on bass. Long before
experimentation came to define the Duke City music scene, Henry's
Dress created a cutting edge sound unlike anything else. Noisy little
songs played with an appealing DIY sloppiness. Screechy feedback
masking an underlining pop sensibility. A muddy mix meant that Amy's
vocals (more so than Matt's) were usually buried in the din. Making
it a chore to try and discern just what was being said. All this only
added to the band's appeal as they banged around 'Burque for the
first few months they were together.
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Before their hometown could
warm up to them, Henry's Dress relocated to the Bay Area following
Amy Linton's acceptance to the San Francisco Art Institute. Once
there, they were signed to Slumberland Records, releasing their first
single “1620 b/w Stumble” in 1993. “Henry's Dress were that
rare band for us - a group that we discovered through a demo tape,
and then only through Amy Linton's heroic perseverance in getting a
very busy Papa Slumber to listen” Papa was label manger Michael
Schulman, who left Amy a phone message “Wanna do a record?”
Slumberland Records started out as a collective effort formed by band
members of Velocity Girl and Big Jesus Trash Can in Silver Spring,
Md. Under Schulman's direction Slumberland relocated to Berkeley, Ca.
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Plenty of hoopla surrounded Henry's
Dress when they signed with Slumberland, leading some in Albuquerque
to believe that they would be the band to finally bust out of what
was rapidly becoming a fruitful local music scene. After the move Matt
offered this observation on the local scene: “When we lived in
Albuquerque, most of the popular bands there were of the Amphetamine
Reptile school of Jesus Lizard. But I guess we left kind of on the
cusp of an expanding scene of music that began to at least loosen up
and get into different kinds of things. It's been kind of interesting
to see how that's evolved. Last year, I spent a good two or three
months in Albuquerque, but I didn't really see much music. Some good
bands there are The Drags, and this band Flake that we did a split
single with.”</div>
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This set the stage for their
eponymous EP release “Henry's Dress” which was well received.
“This EP documents the band's middle period, branching out from
their initial interests in Loop-meets-MBV pop heaviness into the more
mod/punk sounds that would fuel their later efforts. Anyway you slice
it, this record is a smash. The band would go even further down the
mod/punk route with their subsequent album "Bust 'em Green,"
but this EP represents a raw, immediate document of a band finding
their footing and their own unique sound. And best of all - it still
sounds freaking great. Their fantabulous (sic) first ep that set a
new standard for LOUD. Smashing MBV-meets-Who-flavored mod/punk/sonic
pop. Perfect.” (in case you're wondering, MBV stands for My Bloody
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Trouser Press weighed: “Henry's Dress
is simple, gentle garage pop carpeted wall-to-wall with an excess of
surly feedback. The easy tempo and the heavy guitar wash place the
songs midway between Psychocandy, Loveless and some of the early
Creation catalog, but the mass of sound often eclipses the fragile
melodies. The entire effort is likable on a general drone level, but
the band's real promise is barely hinted at. The full-length <b>Bust
'Em Green</b> is eons ahead of its predecessor, marking a much more
distinct territory for Henry's Dress. The band had grown by leaps and
bounds, “The feedback still lingers in places, but it's been
restrained to blend rather than blanket, a progression thankfully in
tandem with the band's vastly improved and thoroughly impressive pop
instincts.”
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Trouser Press: “Nearly every song
here is a gem in its own right” Despite the critical acclaim, by
the time their full length album “Bust 'Em Green” came out in
1996, Henry's Dress was on the cusp of a break up. The band's rigid
adherence to the noise pop formula left them little room for
progression and Amy was rapidly outgrowing her band mates...
musically speaking. Henry's Dress like so many 'Burque expats before
them, faded from the scene. Matt Hartman and Hayyim Sanchez moved on.
Amy however, was just getting warmed up. Their quick departure from
Albuquerque probably explains they're better known in San Francisco
than in their hometown. Which is a shame because Amy Linton is easily
one of the most talented and accomplished musicians to ever come out
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Post- Henry's Dress, Amy formed The
Aisler Set, a band characterized by its jangling guitars and melodic
power pop song structures. Signed by Sumberland and doted over by
music scribes, Amy's new project quickly rose to a level of success
barely imaginable with Henry's Dress. The Aisler Set's first album
“Terrible Things Happen” was released in 1998 and garnered
glowing reviews from CMJ. The album's success led to a tour of Japan
in 1999. Their second album “The Last Match” made it to
Spin.com's Top 20 for the year 2000. declaring “Linton has cleared
the cobwebs off the Pop conundrum and dolled them up in a perfect
dress.” Greil Marcus at Salon.com wrote: "They make dream pop
feel as easy to make as a can of soup, and as dangerous: Watch that
jagged edge."
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More praise followed from The New York
Times, NME, Gear and Alternative Press. The Aisler Set then toured in
support of Sleater Kinney and Bratmobile. A 2001 European tour
resulted in an invitation to record a session for John Peel. In 2002
following an East Coast tour opening for Belle and Sebastian (Stevie
Jackson was quoted as saying: "They are one of the best groups
in America as far as I'm concerned") The San Francisco Chronicle
included The Aislers Set in its list of “Young Artists on the
Verge”.... "The Aislers Set's reinvention of '60s pop
resurrects walls of garage guitars and rich, Spector-esque sound,
insouciance combined with insightful lyrics. But this quintet makes
the past feel contemporary, borrowing from punk and pop to create a
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As The Aisler Set ran its course, Amy
collaborated with Stewart Anderson of Sumblerland label mates
Boyracer (formed in Leeds, England, Anderson was the only constant
member of the band. There's an iconic photo of Amy playing drums for
Henry's Dress while wearing a Boyracer jersey) The lo-fi, shoegaze
idie duo recorded a single in 2000 as Linton & Anderson (“The
Lights are Out”) on Sumberland. They kept a low profile until 2015
when “Looking For a Stranger On The Shore” was released on
Emotional Response Records. Amy now living in Brooklyn was mentioned
in 2012 by the Riverfront Times (a St. Louis weekly publication)
after her home was burglarized and her extensive vinyl collection was
cherry picked of hundreds of her most valuable records.
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While still a member of Henry's Dress,
Amy Linton also played drums for Go Sailor, a Berkeley based band
that included Rose Melberg (Tiger Trap & the Softies) Go Sailor
released three singles and one full length compact disc (on Lookout!
Records) AllMusic noted that: “The band and Melberg's songwriting
are as keen as ever, and Go Sailor does nothing but deliver on the
jangling four-chord structures and indie pop hooks her fans have come
to expect” Two of Go Sailor's songs were later featured on the
motion picture soundtrack for “But I'm a Cheerleader”a 1999
satirical comedy directed by Jamie Babbit and starring Natasha Lyonne
as a high school cheerleader whose parents send her to a conversion
therapy camp to cure her lesbianism. Boy Howdy!<br />
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“Nothing could be finer than a 49er,
start a fire with an old spare tire and a few pieces of coal....”
Here's the skinny on Episode #49, Dirt City Chronicles, the podcast.
Brought to you by the fine folks at Dirt City Chronicles, who's motto
is: “If it ain't from New Mexico, it ain't shit” Forty nine
episodes in and the irrepressible Henry's Dress make their Dirt City
debut. My bad. Also, Pilot to Bombardier checks in with a nifty
version of The Cars “Just What I Needed” Pilot to Bombardier, in
my opinion (and that of others, just ask Brett Maverick a.k.a. Capt.
America) was one of the best Albuquerque bands ever. They're
reuniting on Jan. 28<sup>th. 2017 </sup>at the Launchpad. (w/Leeches
of Lore Holy Glories & Nuzzzle) If you missed them the first time
around, here's a chance to atone for that mistake.</div>
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Pilot to Bombardier evolved from Roman
Candle Choir and Fever Hot (one of their songs is included on
Socyrmom's “<i>Ouch</i>! Welcome to <i>Albuquerque</i> “
compilation) The core of the group consisted of Travis Williams, Sean
McCullough and Miguel Villareal “Migs” augmented by a rotating
roster of bass players (Rhian Batson, Liam Kimball, Forest Agee) Two
former members of Fever Hot (Jack Sparacino & Rhian ) moved to
Chicago and formed the South of No North (don't mistake them for the
darkwave band from Greece or the band from Brussels that go by the
same name) Rhian eventually returned to 'Burque, teaming up with Sean
McCullough, Chris Moffatt & Nate Santa Maria in The Oktober
People. Described by the Dallas Morning News as “a well-oiled
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Pilot To Bombardier's discography begins in 2000
with the five song demo ep otherwise known as “The Pilot demo”
(Sean, Travis, Migs w/Liam Kimball) That was followed by a split 7”
with a Chicago based band, the South of No North, a band that took its name from South of No North a collection of short stories by Charles
Bukowski, the so-called "Poet Laureate of Skid Row",
originally published in 1973. (“Valentine” featuring Migs on bass
being Pilot to Bombardier's contribution) Between 2002-03 Pilot to
Bombardier recorded three tracks for a Science Project Records
compilation album. On the previously mentioned Cars cover “Just
What I Needed” (recorded in 2003,w/Migs on bass) they worked with
the Santa Fe wunderkind, Alex Rose, who handled the basic tracking.
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A demo version of “Moving Day” was
recorded at Stepbridge Studios in Santa Fe in March, 2003. To my
knowledge, Pilot to Bombardier never released a full length album and
unlike so many other local bands of yore, they're not available on
Bandcamp or Soundcloud. Thankfully, the band does have a website
that's still active, complete with audio tracks <a href="http://www.pilottobombardier.com/audio.html">http://www.pilottobombardier.com/audio.html </a></div>
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Can I get a woot woot? Beside The
Oktober People, Sean McCullough is or has been a member of Sad Baby
Wolf and The Bellmont. Not sure what became of the other members of
Pilot to Bombardier, though their web page does make mention of
Travis moving to Dallas to pursue his medical degree and Miguel
traveling to Bolivia “to witness firsthand the production of coca
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<b>I'll wait til the
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Lucia Garcia in her own words is a
“singer, songwriter and inter-dimentional super deva” as opposed
to “diva” an operatic term used to describe a distinguished
female singer i.e. prima donna. <i>Deva</i> is a divine being or
god in Buddhism. A member of a class of divine beings in the Vedic
period, which in Indian religion are benevolent and in Zoroastrianism
are evil. Lucia is described as a renaissance woman, a creator and
traveler from the mysterious mesas of New Mexico. A musician on a
mission with a passion for creation. Ms. Garcia, Electric Grandma if
you please, explains her pseudonym: "I'm very like a
grandmother. I have traits that you would think a grandmother would
have. I have a very old soul." Lucia's recipe for creating music
is firmly planted in the thoroughly modern electric rave culture of
today's millennials, with a tip of the hat to the glittery disco
divas of yesterday.
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Hailing from Albuquerque, Lucia is now
based in Savannah, Ga. along with her fiancé and musical
collaborator, Matt Duplessie- designer, songwriter and producer. A
trained pianist (check out her 2013 release, Piano Compositions Vol.
1, available for streaming on Bandcamp) Lucia also plays keyboards
with eight-member Savannah band Word of Mouth. Bill DeYoung writing
for Connect Savannah, an arts & entertainment weekly publication
describes Word of Mouth's music as “an amalgam of styles, including
hip hop, electronica and straight-ahead rock” and Electric Grandma
as “synthesizer-driven dance music, soundscapes created from a
nuanced balance of software-crafted beats, an arsenal of keyboards,
guitars and other instruments, and Garcia's airy soprano vocals”
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Lucia has released a series of solo
recordings on Bandcamp beginning with the aforementioned “Piano
Compositions Vol. 1” and a single “Gold” in 2013. Her solo
album “Electric Grandma” also released in 2013, was written,
played and recorded by Garcia and Matt Duplessie. Music scribe, Bill
De Young cut to the chase: “She's not nearly old enough to be
anyone's grandmother, but Lucia Garcia — who calls herself Electric
Grandma — certainly crackles with electric energy” "I
really wanted to make it dance-y, because I feel that dance is one of
the strongest forms of prayer that we can give," is how Garcia
explains it. "You're just fully immersed in the feeling of the
dance. And I think when you take your mind out of it, that's what
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Since the release of “Electric
Grandma” Lucia has followed up with a pair of ethereal electronic
dream pop singles “Living in a Dream” and “What the Wonders”
Lucia continues to evolve as an artist.... "Growing up in New
Mexico there were so many outdoor raves and parties. My brother is
really big in the rave community out there. Electronic music was part
of my upbringing. It was a dream of mine to learn these electronic
programs, because they looked so alien to me, literally. It just
looked so foreign. And then when I met Matt, he'd already been producing for a while.
He really knew the programs. So he really helped me delve into it,
and start learning the intricacies. It goes so deep, I'm barely
scratching the surface of what these programs can do." </div>
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Here's an interesting tidbit: “Born
in the mysterious mesas of New Mexico, Lucía García has always been
inspired by the vast and colorful textures of her homeland. Since an
early age, Lucía has always had a heightened awareness to subtle
energies, and through this gift has made it a mission to help raise
the vibration of the planet through the sacred frequencies of music,
with analogous lyrics carrying a positive message of evolution,
human/god potential, and the science of spirituality.” Ain't
nothing but a party ya'll.... just with an evolved consciousness and
an unwavering sense of spiritual commitment. In Lucia's hands dance
becomes an avenue of atonement. That being the factor that separates
Lucia Garcia from the <span style="font-size: small;">Cuylear sisters</span> of Lindy
Vision, with whom she shares a musical genre if nothing else.</div>
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Wherein (stylistically speaking) the
ladies from Lindy Vision go down a hedonistic road to ruin, jaded and
faded. Lucia works a similar vein seeking spiritual enlightenment.
Making the world a better place with electronic music as a vehicle of
change. They're both living for the weekend, but Lucia preaches that
facing yourself in the mirror after tossing aside all your
inhibitions and giving in to your deepest desires is easier to do if
you're spiritually grounded. Either way it's all about perception and
image. Both Lucia and Lindy Vision favor slick music videos, high end
production adorned with glossy effects. Its an approach looked down
on by those who perceive themselves as “serious artists” Not that
there's anything wrong with using all the tools at your disposal. We
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En serio homies, do yourself a favor, give this native
Burqueña a listen. Lucia isn't very well known in her home state and
that's a fucking shame. She's cutting edge, innovative and absolutely
adorable.... how can you go wrong? Lucia Garcia is available on
Bandcamp, CD Baby and YouTube (check out Lucia & Matt live on
Connect Sessions, which includes an interview conducted by Bill De
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Death metal is much
maligned, due mostly to its inherent preoccupation with subject
matter such as; death, suffering, destruction and mayhem..... did I
mention death and suffering? The primary characteristic of Death
metal that sets it apart from other sub-genres are the vocals.
Typically, lead singers will employ a hoarse roaring grunt, sometimes
referred to as death growls, which should never be confused with
vocal fry, a technique used in other forms of black metal. “The
vocal fry register (also known as pulse register, laryngealisation,
pulse phonation, creak, croak, popcorning, glottal fry, glottal
rattle, glottal scrape, or strohbass) is the lowest vocal register
and is produced through a loose glottal closure which will permit air
to bubble through slowly with a popping or rattling sound of a very
low frequency” Though unproven, growled vocals may have been a part
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The difference between the
genres is in the details. What primarily separates Black metal from
Death metal is the former's adherence to ideological Satanism (not
necessarily practical Satanism) Defining the term 'black metal',
Euronymous (a founder and central figure in the Norwegian black metal
scene) said that it applies to any heavy metal band who are theistic
Satanists and write Satanic lyrics. Such extreme ideas repeated by
other scene members, eventually caused it to implode upon itself. Not
all the musicians and fans were mother loving Satan worshipers, many
were bandwagon believers who dropped all pretenses of allegiance to
Beelzebub once the shit hit the fan with a pair of highly publicized
gristly murders involving key figures in the Norwegian black metal
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The entire charade ends with
an emphatic chant of “Who's Walmart is this?” to which the now
frothing associates yell back “My Walmart!” They should just hand
out amphetamine pills at the start of every shift. Wash them down
with those Little Hugs fruit drinks that Walmart sells by the
millions. Not all stores do the cheer anymore, mainly because it
scares the shit out of customers. All in all, Walmart radio isn't
that bad. It's a carefully formatted station that mixes Contemporary
Hit radio with the that old format warhorse, Good Time Oldies....
sprinkled with just enough country music hits to keep the redneck
associates happy. No actual commercials are played, just Walmart ads
and friendly reminders designed to keep associates productive and
focused. Walmart has licensed tons of music since the days of Walmart
Music, so the playlist varies more than that of your average “Hot
mix” station. Plenty of hit songs, lots of Beatles, Stones, classic
rock, classic oldies and what have you.
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Do you have any idea how surreal it is
to hear “Sold in a market down in New Orleans, Scarred old slaver
know he's doin' alright, Hear him whip the women just around
midnight” played overhead in a Walmart at 3a.m.? It gives me the
whammy. I still say that the song selections are meant to carry a
subliminal message. The Beatles “Don't Let Me Down” plays at
crunch time, just as associates are struggling to complete their
daily tasks. “When Will I Be Loved” kicks in just after that
(I've been cheated, been mistreated) Paul Revere's “Hungry” comes
on right before the lunch break and The Guess Who's “No Time”
just as the lunch hour comes to a close. Invariably associates will
call in with requests for “Proud Mary” ..... “Workin' for the
man ev'ry night and day and I never lost one minute of sleepin'
worryin' 'bout the way things might have been” or “Working in a
Coalmine”.... “Five o'clock in the mornin' I'm already up and
gone Lord, I'm so tired How long can this go on?”</div>
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The city's music scene also
has an inspired progressive side, which we'll be exploring in this
episode. I'm partial to DAMN Union a collective of musicians anchored
by Danny Graves and Aaron Ransbarger, both formerly of The Rawdogs.
Build around jam sessions referred to as The Dona Ana Music Night
Union (DAMN Union) the lineup is fluid. I'm reading this off their
Facebook page... the current touring roster consists of Graves,
Ransbarger, Larry Ramos, Tucker and Andrew Levi Hiller. Other notable
members include: Audra Rogers, Neeshia Macanowicz, Joe Hecker, Mike
Granado, Ben Cantrell, Chuck Drexler. A variable super group of
sorts, especially so when Sean Lucy joins the proceedings. Casting
egos aside for the betterment of music, a collaborative effort that
sparkles like the starry skies of Southern New Mexico.... the results
speak for themselves.
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Sean Lucy is the last of the cosmic
cowboys, taking up where Gram Parsons (the original cosmic cowboy)
and legendary troubadour, Townes Van Zandt left off. Michael Murphy,
another singer/songwriter with New Mexico ties describes cosmic
cowboy music as “The cross pollination between Hippie and Cowboy.
Early 70s hippie stuff combined with kind of the red-neck mentality.
Texas accents and Country music” Boy Howdy. DoStuff Media: “This
blonde cowboy hails from Texas, where lots of good things come
from.... and then they stay gone” We'll stake a claim on the
technicolor cowboy, Texas' loss in New Mexico's gain. Sean is a
prolific songwriter with an extensive discography, Eleven albums
starting with “The New Vulgarity” released in 2006 leading up his
two latest releases, “King Clone Creosote” and “Pearl Snaps &
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series of tribute albums recorded by studio musicians in a bluegrass
style. The series logs in at over one hundred albums, running the
gamut from Three Doors Down to Hank Williams Jr. plus everyone and
anyone that you can imagine in between. It's hit or miss. When it's
good, (Van Halen's “Ain't Talking 'Bout Love” or The Offspring's
“Gone Away”) it's really good. The bad stuff amounts to little
more than the bluegrass equivalent of a square peg being forced into
a round hole. “The Pickin' On series isn't alone in this world.
Iron Horse a bluegrass band from Killen, Alabama has perfected the
same formula for turning alt-rock songs into bluegrass tunes. It's
the Sound-a-Like marketing technique of the early 1970s reinvented
for the Americana set. The local tie-in? both Iron Horse and Pickin'
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<span style="font-size: small;">I will without
the least bit of hesitation, admit to crying whenever I hear either
Fast Heart Mart or The Handsome Family's original version of “My
Sister's Tiny Hands” It's a song that fucks with my emotions. “We
came in this world together, legs wrapped around each other. My cheek
against my sister's, we were born like tangled vines” We all know
the feeling of having someone ripped from us. Such pain being the
vehicle that drives this heart rendering tale of sorrow and
vengeance. “Every creature casts a shadow, under the sun's golden
fingers” Makes ya' wanna grab a sharpened stick and start killing
snakes. Fast Heart Mart (Martin Stamper) having completed a series of
concerts in Germany and Finland, is still based in San Diego, with
his most recent performances taking place at Hardly Strictly
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It took ten years for
Kyroburn to drop their first album “<i>Enigmatic Existence” </i>on
the Continental Entertainment label in 2005. Recorded at Krank
Studios in El Paso, produced by Eddy Garcia (Pissing Razors, he also
produced the 6-track N-Cyde demo for the band. Which included a cover
of the Simple Minds, Don't You Forget About Me) “<i>Enigmatic
Existence” </i>is triumph of crisp, clean production, strong,
muscular instrumental performances, and the barking vocals of Todd
Brashear. While the exact parameters of this organically appealing
sound have been explored before (Fear Factory, Strapping Young Lad)
It doesn't detract from the album's overall appeal. Kryoburn
carefully culled their influences from the very best of the alt-metal
rockers from that period with highly effective results.<br /><br /><i>AllMusic's
take: “This 2005 release is generally decent, at least if one
enjoys a big dose of crushing brutality. Not every artist who comes
along is obligated to be groundbreaking or innovative”</i> Kyroburn
wasn't having any of that “trendsetter” bullshit and once they
dropped the hammer on their audience, it's not likely that anyone had
any fucks to give about innovation. It's nothing but a party ya'll.
Whatever momentum Kyroburn may have garnered after “Enigmatic
Existence” quickly dissipated as the band suffered a number of
setbacks including a round of personnel changes which left them
pondering their own enigmatic existence. “<i>When artists who wear
their influences on their sleeves, function as followers rather than
leaders, the question becomes, Are they good followers?” </i>
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Behold Boar Worship's oozing
sludge emanating from anguished speakers already tortured beyond
repair by repeated plays of Inappropriate Necessity. For those who
love sludgy stoner rock, Boar Worship is the musical equivalent of
comfort food. A relentless static charged sound so dense and heavy
that you could cut through it with a knife. This experimental doom
outfit was formed in Albuquerque (2009) relocated to Oakland, Ca. and
is currently based in Denver, Co. The release of their debut album
“The Decline and Fall of the Christian Empire” in 2009 introduced
us to their droning rock of ages and a Brahman inspired dogma
designed to lift the curtain to those seeking enlightenment. I'm
reading between the lines, but hear me out anyway. “Pro Death” an
ep released in 2012 touches on the rejection of lower worship by the
militant faiths as a way of explaining why they have conquered and
kept a permanent dominion over the world's god fearing masses.
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This search for profound spiritualism
culminated with the release of “Boar Worship” in 2015. “The
interior truths, the divine secrets, the real way of salvation are
known only to a few. The great majority of men, being timid and
ignorant are concerned mainly in propitiating the powerful and
malignant influences by which they fancy themselves to be surrounded”
The supremely dominant principle of modern times is that the world is
on a course of continual evolution... though the current political
climate in our nation leads one to think that Devo got it right,
devolution not evolution is our destiny. As we gear up for the coming
apocalypse, my soundtrack of choice for end of the world warfare
shall be this beastly sound. Beats Wagner’s “Ritt der Walküren”
every single time. “Boar Worship” is not for the weak-kneed or
faint of heart. If you suffer from delicate sensibilities or are
easily offended just stick with Slipknot or some other equally
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Many have tried to compose a complete
history of Albuquerque's music scene and many have failed. The
downfall of most music scribes attempting this is that they fail to
grasp the complex nature and immense depth and variety within the
Duke City's local music scene. A little over a year ago I took on
this challenge and set out to write as complete a history of
'Burque's garage / punk / soul beat scene in the 1960s as has ever
been written.... I'm leaving it up to you to determine whether I
failed or not. While not on the scale of Doctor Zhivago, it is of
epic proportions. The size of which led my older sister (a retired
librarian and school marm) to say that there were too many words.
Well, powder my fuse. Imagine that, a librarian complaining about too
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When writing pertains to historical
facts, leaving something out for the sake of brevity is akin to
writing a history of the Civil War and ignoring The battle of
Gettysburg. If there's anything that I've learned from years of
reading Rolling Stone, Creem, Goldmine, Bomp and Trouser Press, it's
that pertinent facts such as recording labels, session players,
release dates etc. are the holy grail for a music completist. Leave
them out at the risk of killing your music nerd street cred. I blame
Twitter for this aversion to reading. That social networking service
favored by none other than Donald Trump has conditioned users to
peruse snippets of text enhanced with emojis. Anything longer than a
single line of text is too fucking long. Shortened attention spans,
the bane of writers. Fuck Twitter.
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<span style="font-size: small;">What the Jenny Clinkscale
band brought to the local scene was entertainment value.... you put
down your hard earned moolah and in return you witnessed a rock and
roll testimonial unlike any seen before or since. Jen Sincero, the
self anointed “rock goddess” had cut her teeth in NYC with Crotch
(Sara Rotman and Mike Mellett) Crotch dropped one epic tongue in
cheek video for their single, “Power Tool of Love” in 1994, then
dropped from sight. The video includes a cameo by Adam Ant, Jen's
mother and a hair bikini. Dear old mom gets catcalled by construction
workers and Jen has no recourse but to take matters in hand. “and
then something happened, I felt the biggest burning hunk of man
muscle I ever felt in my life”
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<span style="font-size: small;">Naturally..... Jenny
Clinkscale revolved around Jen Sincero and Amy Clinkscale,
accompanied by a revolving cast of local musicians (at least 15
different musicians according to Jen & Amy) this included:
Leonard Apodaca, Dead Leonard, owner of The Atomic Cantina and
co-founder of Socyermom Records. Elijah Mink, a drummer from Seattle
who responded to Jen's best selling book: “Don't Sleep With Your
Drummer” by stating, “I don't know what I did to her” Jenny
Clinkscale's sole album “Mind if We Join You?” is a skillful mix
of mid-90s alternative rock influenced heavily by Liz Phair and P.J.
Harvey (obviously, seeing how Jen's other band from this period, 60
Foot Queenie derived its name from Polly Jean's song “50 Ft.
Queenie” 60 Foot Queenie, formed in Los Angeles is not to be
confused with 50 Foot Queenie, a P.J. Harvey tribute band) 60 Foot
Queenie wasn't much of a departure from Jenny Clinkscale. Not long
after that, Jen ditched the rock & roll lifestyle, declaring
herself a failed rock star goddess.
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wouldn't expect Lindy Vision to hail from Albuquerque. Visually they
present a stunning and exotic image not normally associated with
'Burque or New Mexico for that matter. The three Cuylear sisters,
Dorothy (Dee-Dee) vocalist, songwriter, keyboards. Natasha (Na)-
guitar,vocals and Carla - drums are strikingly beautiful in a head
turning, jaw dropping sort-a-way. Equal parts K-pop divas and new
wave rave queens. Raised in Southern New Mexico now making their
homes in Albuquerque. Their mixed heritage (Native/African American)
sets them apart.... but it's the music that seals the deal. Disco
beats for millennial shoegazers. A soundtrack for the debauched rave
set. Stripped down intelligent synth pop loaded with sex appeal and
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<span style="font-size: small;">“<i>I've got the white
noise it drives me insane”</i> Lindy Vision's
name derives from a passage in Malcolm X's autobiography where he
(along with co-author Alex Haley) describes the “Lindy Hop” dance
culture (a predecessor of the modern dance club scene) “<i>The
spotlight would be turning pink, yellow, green and blue, picking up
couples lindy-hopping as if they had gone mad”</i>
In this sense, using modern vernacular, Lindy can be defined as
"turnt up " Positive/Negative... as the
party rages on, we feed off the contradictory nature of a world
divided into either fun or serious things... pink + black. Innocence
pitted against the relentless need for a stimuli, be it sex, drugs,
music. All the while, facing a dilemma: that eventually those turnt
up must turnt down “<i>You want the white horse
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<span style="font-size: small;">Take Liz
Phair's cocksure sexual self awareness, give it a garage punk beat,
filter it through the experiences of a young Chicana growing up in
Denver, before being abruptly uprooted to Guadalajara, Jalisco,
Mx...... mold it into unruly three minute discourses on alienation,
displacement and the never ending war against misogyny (in this case
the machismo culture that infects Mexican society) and you have
Teresa Suarez, aka Teri Gender Bender, the clever, sensual and
mesmerizing musician behind Le Butcherettes. She's a unique musical
bi-product of clashing cultures, who rages against the machine with
rancor and honesty. Teresa sings in her native language... English,
though she's equally proficient in Spanish. Her unmistakably American
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<span style="font-size: small;">The Tapatio whirlwind
wields a guitar like a cleaver.... all down strokes and slashing
riffs (Teri asked her father to buy her a guitar at 10 years old
after she had dreams about playing the guitar) On stage she demands
your attention. Seeking to satisfy her need to feed your soul,
punishing her instruments.... smashing her keyboard, then tossing it
aside like an inattentive boyfriend. The uninitiated are taken aback.
The divide between her and the audience melts away, Teri stage dives
backwards into their midst, arms outstretched. She begs for
punishment and finds only admiration, love and an occasional call to
“show us your titties” Teri builds to a raging orgasmic climax.
The fans eat it up. It's a mental health balancing act not seen since
sullied Mexican pop diva Gloria Trevi was titillating the masses. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The third installment in a
three part series showcasing the women involved in Albuquerque's
music scene is cued up and ready to spin. Until the late
1990s few women were involved in the local music scene and only a
handful managed to release any recordings. Prior to that it was
strictly a boy's club with a few rare exceptions. Beverlee Brown
joined future husband Sidro Garcia in The Sneakers shortly before
they relocated to Las Vegas, Nv. in 1964. The Feebeez ('Burque's
legendary all-girl 60s garage band) recorded legacy consists of one
scratchy self-released vinyl 45) Kid Sister w/ Victoria Woodworth are
a bit of mystery. Bandmine lists them as being from Albuquerque and
having been signed by MCA records. Yet, I haven't found much evidence
that they actually were from 'Burque. Kid Sister rose to become a
regional favorite based in Denver, Co. Could be they hooked up with
Victoria Woodworth (raised in Denver) after they relocated. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Who of course,
doesn't remember Femme Fatale, fronted by Lorraine Lewis (also lead
singer for Babe Ruthless) they found success on a national level that
few thought attainable for a local band. That success would prove to
be short lived and bittersweet. Lorraine remains one of the most
recognizable musicians to hail from the Duke City, becoming somewhat
of a cult figure with heshers hellbent on reliving the 1980s. While
we're on the subject. Twenty five years after the fact, Femme
Fatale's aborted second album for MCA has seen the light of day. "One
More For The Road" released this year on F n A Records. (compact
disc only, no plans for a vinyl release) Lorraine, Bobby, Rick, Bill
and Maz.... it's like they never left us. A time capsule from an era
of Albuquerque's rock history that often gets neglected or lampooned.
“One More For the Road” appears to have been released in limited
quantities, check online for availability. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Albuquerque is a quizzical
mix of open hostility and open armed bienvenidos.... meted out in
equal increments that can be both puzzling and maddening. Bad things
happen to good people here and bad things happen to bad people with
alarming regularity as well. The prevalence of Spanish spoken
throughout the city, is perhaps the biggest change that I've noticed.
The line separating the homogeneous white heights from the rest of
'Burque is almost blurred beyond recognition. What were once good
neighborhoods are now bad and what were once bad neighborhoods are
now gentrified.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Albuquerque as I once
predicted has become more like Los Angeles or Phoenix. Though to be
honest, the entire southwest has become more like Los Angeles or
Phoenix. The one thing that has remained constant in the Duke City is
the music scene. It continues to thrive with an upsurge of creative
and talented musicians heading up a growing list of bands and
projects that rival those of any other major metropolitan area that
comes to mind. No shit. Albuquerque music makes Albuquerque a better
place to live, it's proof positive that there's intelligent life
here.
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<span style="font-size: small;">Question: which of the
following genre tags best describes Wall of Voodoo.... new wave, post
punk, alternative rock, dark wave, cowpunk? It's a trick question,
they all apply, unequivocally. How many times did you try and play
Wall of Voodoo at a party only to be met by belligerent bellows of
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detachment.... a flowing river of abstract pronouncements, delivered
with an unmistakably American west coast accent that echoed western
movie heroes and any number of their nasalized sidekicks. “<i>Cause
I can tell at a glance you're not from 'round these parts, Got a
green look about ya And that's a gringo for starts” </i>Stan had
the necessary tools: a shitload of confidence combined with an
endless reservoir of arrogance.
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<span style="font-size: small;">Guitarist, Marc Moreland
specialized in big rich rolling tones, shamelessly lifted from
Morricone spaghetti western soundtracks and spiced up with some Dick
Dale inspired surf licks. Stan would introduce “Morricone Themes”
by announcing: “Here's a little film music for you” Marc
Moreland, one of the truly underrated guitarist from the 1980s. On
stage Marc and Chas T. Gray gave off an underlying sense of
hostility. Two So Cal bros ready to stomp your ass into a mud puddle
at any moment. “If it's the rough stuff ya want You can point yer
finger at me”<span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;">
Gray's</span></span></span> encyclopedic arsenal of keyboard riffs
gave Wall of Voodoo a “new wave” sound not unlike that of “Duty
Now for the Future” era Devo (Can't Make Love and pretty much the
entire “Call of the West” album)
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Dirt City Chronicles was
born of an idea that a radio station playing primarily local music
could be feasible. It wasn't, although the advent of online streaming
made that a mute point. Terrestrial radio, hampered by the FCC's
archaic adherence to rules and regulations (in place since the early
days of radio) simply can't compete with streaming apps such as
Pandora, Slacker, Spotify etc. All of which allow users to program
their own tailor made streams. After exploring possible online
broadcast apps such as Shoutcast (too expensive, complicated) I
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a slight hitch, a local band was already using that name. Radio
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All I lacked at that point was a file
host. After some research, I settled on Pod Bean, a competent app
that provided cool embedded players, though overall the process of
posting episodes was rather tedious. There was one major drawback to
Pod Bean, initially you pay $29.99, after that Pod Bean essentially
holds your audio files for ransom. Forcing you to renew at their
escalating rates or your links go dead. Dirt City Chronicles is a not
for profit undertaking, leaving me to explore whatever free options
the internet had to offer. YouTube was the obvious choice. It's free,
you can upload files of any size (once you register your mobile
number) and as long as you don't run afoul of YouTube's copyright
restrictions, the sky really is the limit. Another option for those
working on the cheap is Archive.org. Unlimited uploads, no file size
restrictions and little if any copyright hassles. The internet is
forever and these links will never go dead.
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post of 2016.... it being three months into the new year and all. I
plead guilty with an explanation. Dirt City Chronicles, after 16
years exiled to the bootheel country of SW New Mexico is now back in
Albuquerque. With turnarounds to Amarillo and Deming and a 24 hour
motor trek from the Duke City to Appleton, Wisconsin out of the way,
I can finally settle back into my regular routine of gutter sniping.
From the desolate outbacks of New Mexico to the outskirts of
Albuquerque's westside, Dirt City Chronicles is back up and streaming
in glorious, compressed stereo. Boy Howdy! </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">As
a rule of thumb, post rock i.e. emo/screamo/math rock bands drew the
ire of local music aficionados. Looked upon as a blight, the boys of
angst never received their due nor garnered praises worthy of their
respective musical talents and recording output. The locals didn't
warm up to them, maybe it was the indecipherable lyrics or the
swirling racket over which they screamed. Whatever it was, you can't
unring that bell. Oh! Ranger, Kid Crash, Your Name in Lights, Pilot
to Bombardier, Dear Oceana, The City is the Tower..... we can sing
their praises now, it's ok. As a whole, they combined to create a
definitive Albuquerque sound that went shamefully unnoticed.
Archabald belatedly carries on that tradition.</span></div>
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themselves blaze forth the death of princes” or as the case be,
Prince. The world mourns the passing of music's second most enigmatic
celebrity (surpassed only by Jacko) He was totally fucking cool and
bad ass....an exaggerated foppish mini-pimp decked out in puffy
sleeves and every shade of purple imaginable. I gotta say though, I
was never a huge fan. As for his status as musical genius, lest we
forget, the Love Symbol formerly known as Prince, followed up “Purple
Rain” (a trite, quasi-biographical musical, chock full-o- drama for
yo' mama and bad acting) with the much maligned “Under the Cherry
Moon” (a self indulgent, pretentious clunker, filmed in black &
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Super Bowl XLI in 2007 was electrifying. (the bar for halftime
entertainment having been set quite low..... Up With People, Tops in
Blue, Aerosmith, the Janet Jackson / Justin Timberlake wardrobe
malfunction) Opening with a thunderous refrain from Queen's “We
Will Rock You” under storm clouds, then seguing into a muscular
arena rock take on “Let's Go Crazy” The crowd rushed the love
symbol stage platform in a scripted frenzy. Prince effortlessly
worked in covers of Proud Mary, All Along the Watch Tower and The Foo
Fighters' Best of You before closing with a rousing version of Purple
Rain complete with audience sing-a-long. Shine on you crazy diamond.
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of late have gained as much notoriety as Glitter Dick. Their Tom of
Finland inspired record release flyer in 2012, was described by the
Weekly Alibi as “borderline pornographic” it caused one UNM
student to lose his shit, grousing that “the image caused him to
lose his appetite” Deemed tasteless and pornographic by the
administration, the flyer was banned from campus. Glitter Dick
followed up with a poster featuring Tom of Finland, Robert
Mapplethorpe and a few other artists.... which didn't help matters
any. Posted around the UNM campus, they were quickly torn down,
though the administration denying having anything to do with their
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appeared on the syndicated court-tv show, “Judge Mathis” under
the pretense of lead singer Kendoll Killjoy suing guitarist Magnum P.
Nye. The band would later reveal that the television appearance was
nothing more than a creative way of funding their debut album
“Sparkling Richard” The video of that particular episode has
since been pulled from YouTube. Johnny Wilson (The Gamits) conducted
an interview with the band for his website “For the Love of Punk”
he tried in vain to pry the details from Killjoy and bassist Dee Dee
Ramen (Kenta Henmi) Ramen cut him off, advising Wilson that his wife
is a lawyer while tossing in a curt “Don't Worry About It” True,
she's a partner in the law firm of Maruchan, Ramen & Noodles. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">A to Z, women in
Albuquerque are doing it. That hasn't always been the case,
throughout the 1960s, 70s, 80s and into the mid-1990s women (with a
few rare exceptions) were absent from the local scene. We've since
witnessed an amazing turn about, women are now firmly planted at the
forefront of Albuquerque's local music scene. This has brought about
a shift towards more experimentation and genre bending than ever
before. Events such as the Denver based Titwrench Festival, the local
Gatas y Vatas festival (which expanded to Oakland, Ca. In 2015) ABQ
Zine Fest and venues such as The Tannex, are all spearheaded by women
bent on building not just a cohesive musical scene but an inclusive
and varied artistic community. This installment of Dirt City
Chronicles (the podcast) is the first of a triumvirate showcasing
women's contributions to 'Burque's local music scene. Three hours
that are but a sampler of the astonishing and varied music produced
by our better half. Beam me up, there is intelligent life here after
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<span style="font-size: small;">If you follow
Albuquerque's music scene, you can't help but notice the omnipresent
Mauro Woody. A singular songwriter and vocalist who draws listeners
into an inviting aural comfort zone. Hugely talented yet accessible,
confident, vulnerable and fragile all the same. In her own modest
fashion, Mauro has firmly established herself as a unique and
powerful voice on the local scene. Mauro's bewitching delivery,
accented with a variety of vocal nuances lends itself well to the
swirling textures and precise structures of dream pop. That's not to
say that she's not at home outside that genre. “Blue Flowers” for
instance, rooted in Appalachian folk tradition is delivered as a
comforting lilt, a tonic for anguished souls that descends into a
dialogue of ghostly whispers at the end. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">“Ouch! Welcome to
Albuquerque” came out in 1999. That iconic double disc set from
Socyermom Records introduced a grip of music lovers to Albuquerque's
music scene and it introduced me to Electricoolade and Frankie
Medina. Española N.M. The self declared lowrider capital of the
Southwest has a rock & roll musical legacy that most New Mexicans
are unaware of. Going back to the mid-1960s, The Moving Morfomen
(also known as The Morfomen) guided by the totally self confident
musical genius of Dave Rarick (an underrated New Mexican rock &
roll icon if ever there was one) resoundingly stamped their brand on
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<span style="font-size: small;">The
Morfomen weren't alone, The Defiants scored a minor regional hit with
“End of the Highway” and The Era of Sound earned their indelible
slot on 60s garage rock compilations with “The Girl in the Mini
Skirt” (Cottonmouth i.e. The Wumblies, called Española home before
they set off to find neither fortune nor fame) “Everybody's
doing something...Soda riding like Pops was doing” Channeling the
past and predicating the future.... displaying more swagger than
Swaggy P... Frankie Medina burst out on the local scene with
Electricoolade, an alt-rock outfit from Española that Flipside, a
“legendary” punk rock magazine once compared to The Replacements
& Elvis Costello's Attractions. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">You can take
the man out of España, but you can't take España out of the man.
Too cool for school and Santa Fe, Frankie Medina and Calida Salazar
(whom he met at a Santa Fe recording studio) set off for Austin, Tx.
circa 2005. It's been their home ever since. With Frankie on guitar
and Calida on keys, The Dirty Hearts honed the Española sound down
to a razor sharpness.... chock full-o-attitude and swagger. Following
the release of their debut ep “Five Canciones Five Pesos” and
their self titled full length debut “The Dirty Hearts” Frankie
and Calida became Austin's darlings. They netted scant attention from
major labels, though the alternative press doted over them. </span><span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">Anarcho Punk Folk.... is an
apt descriptor for the musical trend of combining a punk ethos with
unique folk instrumentation. Originally just Alex DenBaars and Beth
Hansen working as a ukele and flute duo... unconventional instruments
not usually associated with Punk or the Straight Edge movement. From
those humble origins Arroyo Deathmatch has evolved into a five piece
“hardcore-and-metal-influenced experimental anarcho folk band”
Alex-vocals, Beth-flute,vocals Jett-washboard, Matt-
bejota~accordion, Cameron upright-grandjo. “Evil folk for evil
folks” Stubbornly acoustic, stubbornly sober, stubbornly honest...
sworn to an ideal, totally committed to lighting a fire under your
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<span style="font-size: small;">The music grips you. The distance
between performer and audience is totally negated. Alex's fully
throttled vocals force the listener to listen. No escaping or
ignoring what's in your face. With every song, Arroyo Deathmatch
builds to a seemingly chaotic crescendo, that is anything but.
They're as tight as the Mothers of Invention. No shoe gazing
aloofness, no jam band doodling. They electrify, without the use of
electricity. The bejota is an instrument of their own invention. It
sorta looks like an over sized banjo, but it ain't no banjo. For
starters, it only has two strings. The grandjo on the other hand also
looks like a big banjo, but its role within the group is similar to
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Many have tried to compose a complete
history of Albuquerque's music scene and many have failed. The
downfall of most music scribes attempting this is that they fail to
grasp the complex nature and immense depth and variety within the
Duke City's local music scene. A little over a year ago I took on
this challenge and set out to write as complete a history of
'Burque's garage / punk / soul beat scene in the 1960s as has ever
been written.... I'm leaving it up to you to determine whether I
failed or not. While not on the scale of Doctor Zhivago, it is of
epic proportions. The size of which led my older sister (a retired
librarian and school marm) to say that there were too many words.
Well, powder my fuse. Imagine that, a librarian complaining about
too many written words.
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When writing pertains to historical
facts, leaving something out for the sake of brevity is akin to
writing a history of the Civil War and ignoring The battle of
Gettysburg. If there's anything that I've learned from years of
reading Rolling Stone, Creem, Goldmine, Bomp and Trouser Press, it's
that pertinent facts such as recording labels, session players,
release dates etc. are the holy grail for a music completist. Leave
them out at the risk of killing your music nerd street cred. I blame
Twitter for this aversion to reading. That social networking service
favored by none other than Donald Trump has conditioned users to
peruse snippets of text enhanced with emojis. Anything longer than a
single line of text is too fucking long. Shortened attention spans,
the bane of writers. Fuck Twitter.
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Compleat: (the archaic spelling of
complete preferred by persons who obsessively pursue a philosophy
which includes the completeness of something) In this case, something
being every recording ever made by which ever artist your mind is
tangled around at the time. In the mid-1970s, I was lucky enough to
be stationed just outside the Bay Area (Travis AFB) which gave me
access to two of the greatest record stores ever conceived. Aquarius
Records at its original store in the Castro District and Recycled
Records in San Francisco's North Beach ("I'll buy anything."
owner Bruce Lyall once declared, in jest) Both shops survived well
into the next century. Aquarius finally gave up the ghost earlier
this year, while Recycled Records having diversified, transitioned to
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I started out in the mid 1970s, a crate
digger obsessively seeking out every record put out by The Flaming
Groovies. To this end I navigated San Francisco's bus routes, all but
invisible to the Castro clones congregating along Clone Canyon.
Aquarius Records was an isle of normality in an ocean of strange.
Known for its commitment to unique and rare releases, Aquarius
originally opened in 1970 and had two storefronts on Castro Street.
The shop moved to Noe Valley in 1983, before settling at its final
location in the Mission District. My biggest scores at Aquarius?
“Sneakers” an ultra rare Flaming Groovies ep from 1968. I also
scored a copy of “Spunk” the Sex Pistols' de facto alternative
debut album, released prior to “Never Mind the Bollocks” both for
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Truth be told, collecting is not really
about music. Collecting is about collecting. The principle of
delight, the quest for a positive emotional reaction upon discovering
something unexpected. Here's the kicker, having carefully curated
everything I could find, I wound up selling or giving it all away. I
know, I know..... a real collector does not sell. I might be a
collector, but I ain't no fucking pack rat. Having ditched vinyl in
the early 1980s, my collection was top heavy with cassettes, a format
that was rapidly in decline. I welcomed the advent of compact discs
with open arms. The first compact disc I ever bought?.... “Flyin'
the Flannel” fIREHOSE's first album after signing with Columbia
Records. Described by Greg Prato at AllMusic as “one of the great
lost rock gems of the '90s.” </div>
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"Gunter Glieben Glauten Globen"
Gather 'round, I got something to say. A quick rundown on Dirt City
Chronicles podcast episode #48..... beginning with another dose of
stoner doom from ABQ expats, Boar Worship. Just can't get enough of
this band's enrobing wall of sludge. Sun Dog's “Share Your Love”
flows with a majestic cock-of-the-walk swagger not heard since Robert
Plant's Led Zep heyday. It's refreshing to hear a local band draw on
such classic influences. Colin Roxford's vocals have got me all teary
eyed and shit.... I just may go out on a limb and declare Sun Dog the
best band currently active on the local scene. Nod your head up and
down if you agree. Sun Dog is Colin Roxford, John Deyhle, Maxwell
Graves & Luz Allison. They work with Will Byrne at Juniper Lab
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Naturally my opinion is pliable and
liable to change at any given moment. These are the salad days for
Albuquerque's legion of metal/grind/crust/noise fans. No shortage of
talented local bands to be sure. Hanta (named after the virus)
describe themselves as “4 boys making loud fun” I'll be blunt,
there's nothing truly distinctive about their relentless grind. It's
a bit derivative though not without some redeeming qualities. Gnosis
is far more experimental. “Simulacra” their 2015 album is a
disjointed journey into sound. The basic tropes: a heady mix of shape
shifting experimental noise augmented by rock and jazz
instrumentation, coupled with cryptic lyrics delivered with the
effect of someone whispering into your ear. It's a bit jarring at
first, but it grows on you like mold.
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It's damn near Christmas and in all
likelihood this will probably be my last podcast episode for 2016, a
year derided by most as the worst year ever. I beg to differ, I've
been around long enough to have seen worse, 1968 for instance. MLK
and RFK were assassinated and Richard Nixon was elected. That was a
bad year. Some advice on how to survive the Trump years.... when life
throws you curve balls, you bear down and learn how to hit a fucking
curve ball. In case you missed them the first time around, I present
for your reading and listening pleasure: 'Burque Garage: Original
Artyfacts from Albuquerque's First Rock Era 1964-69 (in two parts)
and From 'Burque to Blackpool, The Classic Era of Duke City Soul.
Keep those cards and letters coming in. <em>Feliz Navidad y próspero
Año Nuevo</em>. Boy Howdy!</div>
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<a href="http://dirtcitychronicles.blogspot.com/2015/08/burque-garage-original-artyfacts-from.html">http://dirtcitychronicles.blogspot.com/2015/08/burque-garage-original-artyfacts-from.html</a></div>
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<a href="http://dirtcitychronicles.blogspot.com/2015/08/from-burque-to-blackpool-classic-era-of.html">http://dirtcitychronicles.blogspot.com/2015/08/from-burque-to-blackpool-classic-era-of.html</a></div>
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Black Wizard ~ Boar Worship</div>
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Share Your Love ~ Sun Dog</div>
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Contact High ~ Weird A</div>
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Corn Dogs to Carbon ~ Hanta</div>
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Daedalus in Velvets ~ Gnosis</div>
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Eat the Rich ~ Constant Harmony</div>
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Riding ~ Litter Brain</div>
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Red Riding ~ Big Girls</div>
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Greetings from that island of
enlightenment in a sea of intolerance. The land of enchantment, New
Mexico. A man can only ignore the "boost" your post button
for so long. Tempted by the promise of beau-coup views and a cascade
of page likes, I caved in and ran a handful of ads on FB's sidebar.
Though highly skeptical of the process at first, I gotta say that
initially the results beat all expectations. A second go-round
brought me back to my senses. Diminishing results while pouring good
money down the FB drain just isn't smart. I did however pick up a
dozen new likes, and I would like to welcome those new followers to
the one and only podcast and blog dedicated primarily to promoting
music produced in New Mexico by artists based in the land of
enchantment or with ties to local music scenes. I write about music
(local and national) at <a href="http://dirtcitychronicles.blogspot.com/">http://dirtcitychronicles.blogspot.com/</a>
I produce an ongoing podcast (available on You Tube, Vimeo and
Dailymotion) showcasing local music (past and present) gleamed from
various internet sources or my own private collection. We got ya'
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On the whole, social commentary and
political content are sadly lacking in local music. There are a few
exceptions. “We're the Vassar Bastards and we're here to pick your
bones” The Bastards (not included on this episode) make no bones
about it, they will rub your collective noses in it. Speak up, take a
stand, say what you want, mean what you say. Their commitment is
readily evident in all their releases, especially so with “Another
Person Dead” a defiant middle finger in the face of those thuggish
ruggish boneheads at APD. The album is credited to Bostons Terrible
Horrible No Good Very Bad Band..... Boston being the band's
guitarist. “Another Person Dead” chronicles the cold blooded
murder of James Boyd by Albuquerque SWAT. “We expect them to do as
we say, because we are the ones who they answer to. We don't answer
to APD. APD answers to the people” Cops are servants not masters.
APD demands respect without giving respect.... what the fuck is wrong
with this picture?
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Before the Vassar Bastards, Racist Cop
earned my respect with their unflagging grassroots take on punk rock.
“What's the reason for acting so funny?” Outspoken, openly
political, capable of kicking up dust at every available opportunity.
For the majority of us, living in 'Burque ain't easy. Plebeian hopes
for a just society have been dashed on the rocks of the Sandia
foothills and in North Charleston, S.C. “Living in my hood, in my
neighborhood. People get what they want when the getting is good”
Champagne dreams and Trumpian wishes will prove to be empty promises
and a recipe for disaster once hoodwinked Republicans come to realize
that you can't roll back time and they're nothing but pawns in a
rigged chess match. Racist Cop is gone, there's next to nothing about
the band online other than their My Space page. They did leave
behind one glorious extended player: “These Colors Kill” A live
wire five song manifesto that spells it out for ya'.... on your knees
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Behold Boar Worship's oozing sludge
emanating from anguished speakers already tortured beyond repair by
repeated plays of Inappropriate Necessity. For those who love sludgy
stoner rock, Boar Worship is the musical equivalent of comfort food.
A relentless static charged sound so dense and heavy that you could
cut through it with a knife. This experimental doom outfit was formed
in Albuquerque (2009) relocated to Oakland, Ca. and is currently
based in Denver, Co. The release of their debut album “The Decline
and Fall of the Christian Empire” in 2009 introduced us to their
droning rock of ages and a Brahman inspired dogma designed to lift
the curtain to those seeking enlightenment. I'm reading between the
lines, but hear me out anyway. “Pro Death” an ep released in
2012 touches on the rejection of lower worship by the militant faiths
as a way of explaining why they have conquered and kept a permanent
dominion over the world's god fearing masses.
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This search for profound spiritualism
culminated with the release of “Boar Worship” in 2015. “The
interior truths, the divine secrets, the real way of salvation are
known only to a few. The great majority of men, being timid and
ignorant are concerned mainly in propitiating the powerful and
malignant influences by which they fancy themselves to be surrounded”
The supremely dominant principle of modern times is that the world
is on a course of continual evolution... though the current political
climate in our nation leads one to think that Devo got it right,
devolution not evolution is our destiny. As we gear up for the
coming apocalypse, my soundtrack of choice for end of the world
warfare shall be this beastly sound. Beats Wagner’s “Ritt der
Walküren” every single time. “Boar Worship” is not for the
weak-kneed or faint of heart. If you suffer from delicate
sensibilities or are easily offended just stick with Slipknot or some
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Laying claim to Albuquerque and The
Bronx as their place of origin, Inappropriate Necessity eschewed all
pretense and went straight for the jugular, flinging a handful of
brief shit stomping tunes at the wall of convention. They described
their musical style as “Verbally abusive, drug, and alcohol
induced, relentless, un-compromised, straight to the point, hardcore
assault” and they weren't lying. Listing “the Local Dope Dealer”
and Pabst Blue Ribbon as their managers showed that these fellas had
tongue firmly planted in cheek. In a scene saturated with trendy
lame bands that play mallcore / deathcore / metalcore / lamecore /
techical metal /ect.. humor is a rare commodity indeed. This is
exemplified by lead vocalist Dave As One, the skid row version of
Cyko Miko (Mike Muir) from Suicidal Tendencies. I'll just describe
Inappropriate Necessity as grindcore for those with attention deficit
disorder and be done with it. This mindrot is NSFW, though yo' mama
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Marma consists of Charlie Morales
(drums) and Tug Keith (guitar & vocals)... a drum and guitar duo
usually brings The Black Keys or The White Stripes to mind, but Marma
goes down a much more melodic and inventive path than the
aforementioned twosomes. Marma released two versions of its debut
album “PPHRTD” a live version of the album came out in Feb. of
2016 followed by the studio version in April. An unusual move to be
certain. There's a slight variation in tracks and tracking order.
Live versions of “You Know” and “I'm Sorry” are in reverse
order while “Bukowski” is absent from the live album. “PPHRTD”
is an excellent hyperkinetic punk rock album loaded with solid tunes
and substantial lyrics that drift about on the edge of being high
concept without ever taking the plunge. It's intelligent music that
steadfastly retains its raunchy roots, delivered in an energetic and
invigorating fashion. Punk rock for the thinking man or woman,
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Burn Your Family ~ Word Salad</div>
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Loan Groan ~ Litter Brain</div>
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Capitalism ~ Then Eats Them</div>
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All evidence points towards William S.
Burroughs having coined the term “heavy metal” first in his 1962
novel <i>The Soft Machine</i> in the form of Uranian Willy, the Heavy
Metal Kid and then in his subsequent novel<i> Nova Express </i>where
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"With their diseases and orgasm drugs and their sexless
parasite life forms—Heavy Metal People of Uranus wrapped in cool
blue mist of vaporized bank notes—And The Insect People of Minraud
with metal music" Though Burroughs vaguely gives the term a
musical context, I imagine the radical, purposely incompetent rock
noise such as that produced by NYC avant noise pioneers, The Godz to
be a better match than the riff happy hard rock of the early 1970s.<br />
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In the hippie and beatnik vernacular of the day,<i> Heavy </i>was
synonymous with profound.<i> Metal</i> represented an industrial
element. Originally referred to as acid rock, hard rock or downer
rock (a term used by Black Sabbath drummer Bill Ward to describe
their music due to their fans preference for Quaaludes) Heavy Metal
as a musical genre developed almost simultaneously in both the U.S.
and the U.K. In the U.S.A. The origins of so called heavy metal
music could perhaps be traced back to proto punks, The Music Machine,
the brainchild of Sean Bonniwell, a heavy metal front man if ever
there was one. The band cultivated a dark goth like image
characterized by their use of black clothing, black gloves, “heavy”
musical arrangements featuring distorted guitar leads and growling
vocals.<br />
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In the U.K. some consider The Kinks <i>You Really Got Me</i> to
be the prototype for the sound that would evolve into heavy metal.
Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, The Pretty Things, Deep Purple were just
a few of the bands developing what would soon become known as “hard
rock” Across the pond, Blue Cheer (Summertime Blues) Vanilla Fudge
(with their trademark extended arrangements of hit songs) Iron
Butterfly (In-a-gadda-da-vida) Bloodrock (D.O.A.) and Grand Funk
Railroad (who defied convention by succeeding without commercial
radio play) were early purveyors of the “heavy metal sound” Blue
Cheer, named after a strain of LSD made by Owsley Stanley, went
against San Francisco's musical conventions to invent a ruckus form
of music unlike anything heard before.
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The first mention of “Heavy metal”
in song lyrics would be Steppenwolf's <i>Born to be Wild</i>, “I
like smoke and lightning, heavy metal thunder, racing with the wind
and the feeling that I'm under” Kudos to Dennis Edmonton (better
known as Mars Bonfire, an original member of Steppenwolf and author
of Born to be Wild) for coming up with that line, which may well
have been the impetus for labeling the nascent musical genre as
“heavy metal” The phrase also started to creep into the language
of music critics at Rolling Stone most notably Mike Saunders and
Lester Bangs. Saunders famously referred to Humble Pie's first U.S.
album release, <i>Safe as Yesterday Is</i> as “a noisy, unmelodic,
heavy metal laden shit rock band with loud noisy parts.... 27th-rate
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“<i>It's your one way ticket to
midnight, call it heavy metal, desperation on a red line, call it
heavy metal noise” New York Times</i> music critic John Rockwell
described "heavy-metal rock" as "brutally aggressive
music played mostly for minds clouded by drugs" and then in a
later review added "a crude exaggeration of rock basics that
appeals to white teenagers" He's describing Grand Funk Railroad
to a tee and stating the obvious.... heavy metal from its very
inception was white noise for white boys. Eventually, the universal
appeal of the music cut through racial and cultural divides, making
it one of the most popular and profitable forms of commercial music
to come down the pike. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that the genre
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“<b><i>I know that I
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Ground zero for heavy metal in New Mexico may well be Carlsbad, an
intolerant burg nestled on the banks of the Pecos River in
southeastern New Mexico. C-bad has sustained a vigorous metal scene
for years, producing a number of relatively successful regional bands.
With some fluctuation across the “relatively successful” range.
Working in a genre that appeals to a limited audience certainly
didn't help matters none. Despite oodles of talent and tons of
determination, major label stardom eluded these Little Texas sultans
of schwing. Footnote: Prom Night Girls, Edgrr, Cidogen, Flood the
City, As Idols Fall..... live on only in the minds of hardcore oil
patch heshers. Trying to find any mention of them online was an
endeavor equivalent to searching for intelligent life at a Trump
rally.<br />
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If you're talking Carlsbad heavy metal, you have to go back.....
way back <i>“The best band that ever came from this area
..Carlsbad,NM. was Banbury Cross..Period..”</i> Perhaps named after
an old English nursery rhyme....<i> “Ride a cock-horse to Banbury
Cross, to see a fine lady upon a white horse; rings on her fingers
and bells on her toes, and she shall have music wherever she goes”
(c</i>ock-horse meaning a high spirited horse or a hobby horse )
Banbury Cross, formed in the early 1990s revolving around lead singer
Tom Ireland plus guitarists Dion Hood and Martin Burris. Don't
confuse this Banbury Cross with the slick alt-rock Seattle band from
the same period that featured lead singer Gina Ricci, a Martha Davis
sound-a-like and don't confuse that Gina Ricci with the shoe shop in
Windermere, UK.<br />
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In 1995, following several personnel changes and stymied by the
usual problems that plague bands, Banbury Cross called it quits....
Sadly, Tom Ireland passed away just two years later. <i> </i>Their
languidly paced<i> </i> brand of heavy metal had more in common
with the fading “arena rock” style favored by big hair metal
bands of the 1980s than the thrash / doom / death metal bands that
would follow. For one, the guitars weren't heavily distorted and you
could actually understand the lead singer. If you wish to form your
own opinion, Banbury Cross still has an active SoundClick page with
three tracks available for streaming (Night Shift, Black River,
Midnight Run 2) Dion Hood makes mention of a compact disc they
recorded at some point. As one chapter of Carlsbad music closed
another opened.<br />
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N-Cyde (the precursor to Kryoburn) came about from Todd Brashear
jamming with Les Huber, which led to Chris Huber joining them (having
just acquired his first drum set) They would go on to form the core
of Kyroburn, the poster boys for Carlsbad's metal scene. Not sure of
the band's full line-up during the early years. (They spent ten years
grinding it out before recording their first album) The band has been
through several bass guitarists, including Les Huber who takes on the
duties when need be. Jared Pace was their bassist at some point,
though Derick Richards plays bass on “Enigmatic Existence” Hunter
Correll, bass player/vocalist joined after the debut album but left
before the release of their second album, he was replaced by
keyboardist Kelly Bogues.<br />
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It took ten years for Kyroburn to drop their first album
<i>“Enigmatic Existence” </i>on the Continental Entertainment
label in 2005. Recorded at Krank Studios in El Paso, produced by
Eddy Garcia (Pissing Razors, he also produced the 6-track N-Cyde demo
for the band. Which included a cover of the Simple Minds, Don't You
Forget About Me) <i>“Enigmatic Existence” </i>is triumph of
crisp, clean production, strong, muscular instrumental performances,
and the barking vocals of Todd Brashear. While the exact parameters
of this organically appealing sound have been explored before (Fear
Factory, Strapping Young Lad) It doesn't detract from the album's
overall appeal. Kryoburn carefully culled their influences from the
very best of the alt-metal rockers from that period with highly
effective results.<br />
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<i>AllMusic's take: “This 2005 release is generally decent, at
least if one enjoys a big dose of crushing brutality. Not every
artist who comes along is obligated to be groundbreaking or
innovative”</i> Kyroburn wasn't having any of that “trendsetter”
bullshit and once they dropped the hammer on their audience, it's not
likely that anyone had any fucks to give about innovation. It's
nothing but a party ya'll. Whatever momentum Kyroburn may have
garnered after “Enigmatic Existence” quickly dissipated as the
band suffered a number of setbacks including a round of personnel
changes which left them pondering their own enigmatic existence.
<i>“When artists who wear their influences on their sleeves,
function as followers rather than leaders, the question becomes, Are
they good followers?” </i><br />
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It took five years for Kryoburn to
regroup. They did so by poaching guitarist Allen Scott and
keyboardist Sam Logan from Blessed Disease, a metal band originally
from Hobbs, N.M. The addition of keyboards added an entirely new
dynamic to their sound, which they displayed on their long awaited
second album <i>“Three Years Eclipsed” </i>Todd Brashear
explained:<i> “It took us awhile to get this done, with all the
changes we've had going on, we had to find our legs again”
</i>Recorded at the band's own studio, KryoLab, “Three Years
Eclipsed” produced by Todd Brashear, really benefits from their
collaboration with Tue Madsden, who mixed and mastered the album at
Antfarm Studio in Aarhus, Denmark. Todd Brashear: “<i>He has done
some amazing albums and we're big fans of his work” </i>
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AllMusic wasn't all that impressed:<i>
“Three Years Eclipsed pretty much picks up where their first album
left off, they still operate on the harsher side of alt-metal,
favoring an abrasive, claustrophobic, viciously dense approach”
</i>then as if to deliver the head shot, AllMusic concludes:<i> “Now
for the bad news, Three Years Eclipsed simply isn't very memorable”
</i>they go on to point out that Todd Brashear's<i> “angry barking
vocals”</i> simply ape those of Fear Factory's Burton C. Bell. <i>“One
cannot help but root for Kryoburn and hope that their third album
will be stronger”</i> There would be no third album, in 2011, Allen
Scott (who appears to have become the band's torch carrier) released
a statement announcing that the band had officially called it quits.
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Allen Scott later released a statement
declaring that he was in the process of getting the band back
together <i>“There is a chance Kryoburn is not finished. Everyone
keep your fingers crossed and send us some good vibes”</i> No
subsequent releases have seen the light of day, although Allen Scott
seems to have hijacked the band's material while carrying on as
Progenerate. Not certain if this project includes any members of
Kryoburn, though Scott had hinted that he would be working together
on a new project with Chris Huber. Twenty years after they first
formed, we have to conclude that Kryoburn, Carlsbad's great white
hope is no more. In fact the entire Carlsbad metal scene appears to
be at a crucial crossroads. Most bands have disbanded or on semi
permanent hiatus. Which doesn't bode well.<br />
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While researching for this article, I
came across a Topix discussion on Carlsbad local metal bands. It
proved to be more than helpful and highly entertaining.<i> “Kryobum?
hahahaha, Toad and his washed up buddys, hahaha,what a joke. How old
are they? like 40, haha. Kryoburn, that is a good one haha.”</i> Beat me daddy, eight to the bar <i>“Kryoburn have been around since
1995. They broke up because they were tired of going on tour and
coming back broke with no jobs. </i>Everyone's a critic: <i>“Dude
stfu! These bands suck! I have been around and seen the original
local bands and they were good these "bands" f***Ing suck.
They don't play music they make noise and yell at these white kids
from the rich side of town that have it good but want to be cool and
rebel!”</i> One commentator summed it up well <i>“I knew that
this town was not capable of any positive feedback or support for any
local talent” </i>Boy Howdy!
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Of Graves and Gods, hailing from Oil Center, N.M. was successful
enough to release an album<i> “Slit Throat Andromeda” </i>on
Candelight USA records (same label that released Kryoburn's second
album) and embark on a 2006 tour of the U.S. (which included a pair
of shows in 'Burque) The album garnered some less than enthusiastic
reviews:<i> “Of Gods And Graves occupies the harder end of the
metalcore spectrum. The band’s sound is belligerent and brutal”
</i>observed Anna Turgel at Metallian Towers <i>“Then again, the
lack of originality, the spoken vocal segments and the non-descript
drumming take back most of the aforementioned gains”</i>
Dismissively, Ms. Turgel then ponders the tenuous connection between
the band's name and C.W. Ceram's history of archaeology “Gods,
Graves and Scholars”<br />
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All Music's reviewer sorta liked it:<i> “When a band like the
New Mexico-based Of Graves and Gods has a recipe that is about 90
percent metalcore and ten percent death metal, brutality is bound to
result -- and this is definitely a brutal, harsh, vicious
sledgehammer of a CD. Of Graves and Gods' jagged material isn't
remarkable or terribly memorable -- other bands have done a better
job with this type of approach -- but Slit Throat Andromeda is a
generally decent listen if one is in the mood for pure, raw,
head-kicking exhilaration” </i>To sum it up, it's a dose of
European metalcore for American metal heads who prefer metalcore
played by Americans. <i>“Slit Throat Andromeda”</i> is available
on Amazon for $1 U.S. plus shipping. Keep the change you filthy
animal.<br />
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Of Gods and Graves consisted of lead
singer Lance Staggs, lead guitarist Dustin Mellenbruch, drummer Jake
Rogers, guitarist Shawn Norris and bass guitarist Dustin Norris. The
Norris brothers were also members of Lest My Heart Dies, a highly
talented Carlsbad metal band that we'll get into next<i>. “Slit
Throat Andromeda” </i>was produced by Eddy Garcia whom I mentioned
previously as having produced Kryoburn's first album and the N-Cyde
demo tracks. Eddy is the drummer for Pissing Razors, a metal band
originally from El Paso, since relocated to New York City......New
York City? get a rope. Highly influential on the Transpecos metal scene, Pissing
Razors have recorded seven albums for a number of labels including
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Lest My Heart Dies was a Carlsbad teenage metal super group of
sorts. Shawn Norris, Dustin Norris (Of Gods and Graves) Dustin Morril
(Through Gore Comes Glory) Todd Brashear (N-Cyde, Kryoburn) Ismael
Molina and the ubiquitous Kris Kerby, Carlsbad native and
Albuquerque's most innovative and recognized drummer. (Joe Bolt
coming in a close second) Kerby, the self proclaimed; One Man
Percussion Apocalypse, is best known for his work as Icumdrums, but
he also sits behind the drum kit for Leeches of Lore, Tenderizor,
Knife City and collaborates on Monica Demarco's solo project Cthulha
along with Jessica Billey. Kris also works with Lilah Rose, Sean
Lucy and god knows how many others. I prefer to think of him as
“Carlsbad's Renaissance Man”<br />
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For those of you interested in exploring Kirs Kerby's musical
roots. Kris, Shawn Norris, Dustin Norris (who handled vocal
duties) along with Dustin Morril, CJ Burton and Bronson Roybal were
also involved in Death For the Well Dressed, a metal group that
followed Lest My Heart Dies. Both groups released albums, albeit
short ones. Lest My Heart Dies' album clocks in at a furious 18:10
and Death For the Well Dressed at 25:51. Both are available on
YouTube. My New Mexico music source of choice. As you would expect,
both groups have a similar sound, though for being teenagers their
musical chops were well developed. To me this says a lot about
Carlsbad Public Schools excellent music programs. Marching bands
being the main source of rock musicians in the U.S.<br />
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Ibleedblood included Thomas Williams
(Through Gore Comes Glory) and Wesley Whitaker (pretty sure he's
related to Dillon Whitaker of Through Gore Comes Glory) They're best
remembered for having won a battle of the bands that led to them
opening for Veil of Maya, After the Burial and Within the Ruins
during the Lubbock, Tx. Warped Tour stop in 2011. Ibleedblood were
heavy as fuck, splendid in all their gut grinding, throat mangling
glory. There's still a SoundClick page for the band with six tracks
queued up for streaming... do it, do it now! All the Carlsbad bands
I've mentioned suffered from “failure to launch” to one degree or
another. None more so than Through Gore Comes Glory (Dillon Whitaker,
James Dingler, Thomas Williams and Dustin Morrill)
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Primed to become the next Kryoburn,
Through Gore Comes Glory ran out of steam before reaching their full
potential. A long awaited album never surfaced and their presence
online seems to consist of a few live concert videos on YouTube that
are rendered almost unlistenable by poor audio.
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The one thing that jumps out at ya' about Through Gore Comes Glory
are Dillon Whitaker's vocals... they can best be described as the
sound a bobcat-that-got-caught-in-a-tractor's nuts would make... just
before it died a slow and horrible death. All of which led one
Facebook commentator to say: “That singer is fucking nasty”
Through Gore Comes Glory, like almost every band I've mentioned is in
a holding pattern. As are we all, waiting for the next big thang to
come outta C-bad.
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Retribution Shot- Space
Truckers<br />
Unkept- The Ground Beneath<br />
Ramble Song- The Dirty
Clydes<br />
Court of Kings- Five Hundred<br />
Gateway- Winterlock<br />
Soul
Crusher- Catfish Hunter<br />
The Agent- Sincerely
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Night Shift ~ Banbury Cross</div>
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Transience ~ Kryoburn</div>
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Curbstomp vs. Face ~ Through Gore Comes
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Taking Advantage ~ Arcadian</div>
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Alice ~ Cordova</div>
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Beneath Desire ~ Kryoburn</div>
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love for you is like a truck, Berserker.... </b></i></span></span></span>
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“Did he just say making fuck?”<span style="font-family: "tahoma";"></span>....
Berserker, the song that Olaf (Silent Bob's metal head cousin from
Moscow) uses to serenade Veronica Loughran (played by Marilyn
Ghigliotti) was an actual song that appears on the official Clerks
movie soundtrack album, performed by Love Among Freaks. “Girls
think sexy” Olaf and his fictional band, Fuck Your Yankee Bluejeans
were hardly Death metal... a closer approximation would be early
Judas Priest. Death metal is considered a sub-genre of heavy metal
music, though over the years, it's morphed into any number of sub-genres
of its own. The style evolved from thrash metal (Metallica,
Megadeath, Slayer) and black metal (Emperor, Mayhem, Burzum) The
style further developed and spread with the relative success of bands
such as Death w/ Chuck Schuldiner (not the Detroit band) Venom,
Celtic Frost, Slayer and Kreator.
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Death metal is much maligned, due
mostly to its inherent preoccupation with subject matter such as;
death, suffering, destruction and mayhem..... did I mention death and
suffering? The primary characteristic of Death metal that sets it
apart from other sub-genres are the vocals. Typically, lead singers
will employ a hoarse roaring grunt, sometimes referred to as death
growls, which should never be confused with vocal fry, a technique
used in other forms of black metal. “The vocal fry register (also
known as pulse register, laryngealisation, pulse phonation, creak,
croak, popcorning, glottal fry, glottal rattle, glottal scrape, or
strohbass) is the lowest vocal register and is produced through a
loose glottal closure which will permit air to bubble through slowly
with a popping or rattling sound of a very low frequency” Though
unproven, growled vocals may have been a part of Viking music.</div>
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Death growls are also referred to as
“cookie monster” vocals, due to its vocal similarity to that of
the Sesame Street character. Regardless of what you prefer to call
this mutated vocal style, it's nearly unintelligible to all but the
most harden fanatics. “However, the harshness of death growls is in
keeping with death metal's abrasive music style and often dark and
obscene subject matter” The opposite of this vocal style would be
the screamo/crunk pig squeal which is a squealing vocal technique
resembling that of a pig. Another quirk that sets Death metal apart
from the rest is the use of Death metal English. The ponderous
diction accents the ominous music. It's a lyrical style designed to
give Death metal lyrics a sheen of intelligentsia. Which is totally
lost on the listener unless you can decipher the death growls
delivering the message. The music website, Invisible Oranges does a
bang-up job of identifying some common traits of Death metal English,
albeit... tongue in cheek:</div>
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Big, polysyllabic words: You don’t
have to use them correctly; you just have to use them. These words
don’t even have to be real.</div>
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Adjectives: In Death Metal
English, they’re like guitar solos. You aren’t using enough. Add
more.</div>
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Prepositional phrases: Same is
true here, too — the more prepositional phrases, the better.
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Progressive tense: Especially
useful for song titles</div>
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Passive voice: Active verbs aren’t
brutal. Passive voice is useful when you need to add more syllables
to a line to make it fit the riff.
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Archaic or pseudo-Biblical
verbiage: If you write like you are some kind of ancient, ageless
force who is unfamiliar with modern grammatical conventions, you are
probably pretty evil. Bonus points for using constructions that
evoke the King James Bible, which is ironically among the most
metal texts in the English canon.
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Grandiloquent metaphor: This is
death metal. Make whatever you’re talking about sound really big
and important.</div>
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difference between the genres is in the details. What primarily
separates Black metal from Death metal is the former's adherence to
ideological Satanism (not necessarily practical Satanism) Defining
the term 'black metal', Euronymous (a founder and central figure in
the Norwegian black metal scene) said that it applies to any heavy
metal band who are theistic Satanists and write Satanic lyrics. Such
extreme ideas repeated by other scene members, eventually caused it
to implode upon itself. Not all the musicians and fans were mother
loving Satan worshipers, many were bandwagon believers who dropped
all pretenses of allegiance to Beelzebub once the shit hit the fan
with a pair of highly publicized gristly murders involving key
figures in the Norwegian black metal scene.</div>
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A wave of church fires preceded Bård
Guldvik "Faust" Eithun (drummer for black metal band,
Emperor) stabbing a gay man, Magne Andreassen to death near
Lillehammer. Faust later confessed that he encountered Andreassen at
Olympic Park “this man approached me, he was obviously drunk and
obviously a faggot” the two went into nearby woods, Faust
confessed: “I had decided that I wanted to kill him, which was very
weird because I'm not like this” Faust was armed with a knife
because “It's better to have a knife you don't need than to not
have one when you need it” He stabbed Magne Andreassen 37 times and
kicked him in the head repeatedly. It would later be revealed that,
all three men, Faust, Euronymous (Mayhem) and Varg Vikernes (Burzum)
were present at the burning of Fantoft Stave Church and Holmenkollen
Chapel.</div>
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After Varg Vikernes, a protegee of Euronymous formed Burzum,
animosity arose between the two men. The motives for what would
follow are shrouded in mystery.... a power struggle, a financial
dispute or a need by Vikernes to outdo the murder of Magne Andreassen
by committing an even more hideous murder of his own. Whatever the
reasons, “on the night of 10 August 1993, Vikernes and Snorre
'Blackthorn' Ruch drove from Bergen to Euronymous's apartment in
Oslo. When they arrived there was a confrontation and Vikernes
stabbed Euronymous to death. His body was found outside the apartment
with 23 cut wounds” Vikernes claimed he killed Euronymous in
self-defense, having been lured to the Oslo apartment under the
pretense of meeting to iron out details of an unsigned contract. Varg
claimed that Euronymous planned to ambush him using a tazer and
torture him to death while “filming the event”</div>
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"There are very few bands in the history of rock & roll that
are undeniable as genuine innovators,<i> </i>Mayhem is one of
them." writes Thurston Moore (Sonic Youth) in the afterword for
The Death Archives: Mayhem 1984-94. (co-authored by Jørn
“Necrobutcher” Stubberud) <i><u>Formed in Norway in 1984 and
recognized as the most influential black metal band in the world,
they are a group whose story has, over the years, grown so big, so
notorious, it often seemed in danger of swallowing them up entirely.
Arson and extremism; exploiting the grusome suicide of corpse-paint
wearing singer Pelle "Dead" Ohlin and murder of guitarist
Øystein "Euronymous" Aarseth by then bassist Varg "Count
Grishnak" Vikernes </u></i>Today, Norwegian Black Metal is one
of the most distinct and controversial subcultures in the music
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Recently, Mark Davis who worked for
Kmart from the late 1980s to the early '1990s, uploaded over 60
hours of pre-recorded music sent in from the corporate office on
cassette tapes. Kmart radio (KMRT) featured an MOR format designed
to comfort customers as they browsed through the store's array of
discounted goods. It's mostly muzak interspersed with soft rock songs
from that era and in-store announcements. Nonetheless, it's a
fascinating find for radio heads such as myself. A veritable time
capsule of sorts. Mark Davis, for no apparent reason, had the
foresight to save over 56 tapes from the trash heap. Years later,
Davis converted them into digital files and posted them at Internet
Archives where they were met with far more fanfare than he could ever
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Canned music in stores is nothing new,
it's been around forever. Walmart has come full circle with in-store
music. Originally (like everyone else) they went with canned music.
In the early 1990s Walmart Radio was created as a reliable means of
broadcasting important information directly into stores. It evolved
to include a morning show hosted by consummate radio pro Terry Berry,
the original Walmart Radio legend. However staying true to its policy
of “constantly changing things to keep those fuckers on their
toes” In 2009 Walmart ditched Walmart Radio instructing stores to
play cds' instead. (Terry Berry was long gone at this point) This
led to lazy store managers looping the same music over and over....
usually Celine Dion, Taylor Swift, Justin Bieber or some other
inoffensive white bread schmucks. The complaints from associates
(most customers are blissfully unaware of the overhead music) came
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This even led to a puppet character
named Willie Sellmore (Will He Sell More?) joking to Walmart head
honchos at the annual shareholders meeting in Bentonville that “One
of my fellow associates recently developed a serious eye-tic from
hearing Céline Dion’s greatest hits on loop in our stores.” Ever
eager to appease a workforce perpetually threatening to organize a
union. Walmart reinstated Walmart Radio. A nationwide talent search
to find two associates to serve as morning radio hosts was announced
with over 500 cheesy videos submitted from across the country and the
two men (sorry ladies, you were shut out) deemed the least offensive
of the bunch were selected to become the new voices of Wallyworld.
The lucky fuckers were Bo Woloszyn an innocuous bald white guy from
Meadville, Pa. and Antonio Williams, an African-American co-manager
from Frisco, Tx.
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Antonio is inoffensive, not totally
lacking in talent and believe it or not when he's in the groove, he
spins some killer tunes. Bo plays the straight man, makes
announcements and comes off as bland as mashed taters without salt or
pepper. The nadir of the Morning show comes when Bo & Antonio
muster up a shitload of phony cheeriness and lead the Walmart morning
cheer, which in stores, usually follows the reading of daily sales
numbers. “Give me a W-A-L-M-A-R-T,” with the rest of the people
in the room shouting back the same letter. It's pure cornball,
inspired by a trip Sam and Helen Walton made to a filthy tennis ball
factory in South Korea. Between the L and the M...... Bo musters up
all the personality he can find and yells “Give me a squiggly!”
at which point I'm sure Antonio does a butt wiggle. So Help me, Sam.
It's corny as hell... but the faithful eat it up.
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The entire charade ends with an
emphatic chant of “Who's Walmart is this?” to which the now
frothing associates yell back “My Walmart!” They should just
hand out amphetamine pills at the start of every shift. Wash them
down with those Little Hugs fruit drinks that Walmart sells by the
millions. Not all stores do the cheer anymore, mainly because it
scares the shit out of customers. All in all, Walmart radio isn't
that bad. It's a carefully formatted station that mixes Contemporary
Hit radio with the that old format warhorse, Good Time Oldies....
sprinkled with just enough country music hits to keep the redneck
associates happy. No actual commercials are played, just Walmart ads
and friendly reminders designed to keep associates productive and
focused. Walmart has licensed tons of music since the days of
Walmart Music, so the playlist varies more than that of your average
“Hot mix” station. Plenty of hit songs, lots of Beatles, Stones,
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Do you have any idea how surreal it is
to hear “Sold in a market down in New Orleans, Scarred old slaver
know he's doin' alright, Hear him whip the women just around
midnight” played overhead in a Walmart at 3a.m.? It gives me the
whammy. I still say that the song selections are meant to carry a
subliminal message. The Beatles “Don't Let Me Down” plays at
crunch time, just as associates are struggling to complete their
daily tasks. “When Will I Be Loved” kicks in just after that
(I've been cheated, been mistreated) Paul Revere's “Hungry” comes
on right before the lunch break and The Guess Who's “No Time”
just as the lunch hour comes to a close. Invariably associates will
call in with requests for “Proud Mary” ..... “Workin' for the
man ev'ry night and day and I never lost one minute of sleepin'
worryin' 'bout the way things might have been” or “Working in a
Coalmine”.... “Five o'clock in the mornin' I'm already up and
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The second time I heard Larry from
Vernon, store # 3229 in the Great state of Texas call in to request
“Neon Moon” It dawned on me that dedications are pre-recorded and
carefully screened. During Terry Berry's days, associates abused the
request line by sending out mean spirited shout outs.... “Splish
Splash” for that associate with a body odor problem. Weird Al's
“Eat It” for that grossly obese assistant manager. Oh! that's
classic. Walmart Radio's daily broadcast is pre-recorded. I suppose
that Bo and Antonio's show is live, though it's hard to tell. Either
way, Bo and Antonio broadcast to a captive audience that radio
advertising salesmen would die for. (5,000 stores and clubs, 1.5
million associates) Sweet Jesus on the cross, that's just in the
U.S. No terrestrial radio station broadcasting today can even come
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Hello!... this is Eager Beaver from
ghetto Walmart, store #831, Albuquerque N.M. And I'd like to request
I Wanna Fuck you Like an Animal..... err!, Closer by Nine Inch Nails
and dedicate it to that shorty in Meats & Dairy, she's the spicy
Tapatio meatball of my dreams..... Hello? Oh, they cut me off. I
wonder why they cut me off?..... Hello?, they keep cutting me off,
someone answers but they keep cutting me off ..... Hello?
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Let's drive that old Chrysler down to
Las Cruces. Keep your hands on the wheel boss.... roll me up another
Zig Zag, can't you do that with one hand? It's going on two years
since we visited New Mexico's second city. It's a vibrant scene,
though not one bent on experimentation. For the most part the local
music scene is dominated by beefy classic rock inspired anthems
produced by bearded bros rocking out like it's 1973 and ZZ Top just
dropped “Tres Hombres” This trend is mostly due to the efforts
and influence of Travis Manning, his Nasty Cactus recording studio
and its legacy of heavy metal thunder bands such as New Mexican
Erection, Dirty Clydes, Worm Hole and most recently Flat Blak. It's a
variable time capsule of rehashed hesher riffs and beats. If you
loved Grand Funk Railroad back in 1970, you'll love anyone of the
previously mentioned bands.
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The city's music scene also has an
inspired progressive side, which we'll be exploring in this episode.
I'm partial to DAMN Union a collective of musicians anchored by Danny
Graves and Aaron Ransbarger, both formerly of The Rawdogs. Build
around jam sessions referred to as The Dona Ana Music Night Union
(DAMN Union) the lineup is fluid. I'm reading this off their Facebook
page... the current touring roster consists of Graves, Ransbarger,
Larry Ramos, Tucker and Andrew Levi Hiller. Other notable members
include: Audra Rogers, Neeshia Macanowicz, Joe Hecker, Mike Granado,
Ben Cantrell, Chuck Drexler. A variable super group of sorts,
especially so when Sean Lucy joins the proceedings. Casting egos
aside for the betterment of music, a collaborative effort that
sparkles like the starry skies of Southern New Mexico.... the results
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Sean Lucy is the last of the cosmic
cowboys, taking up where Gram Parsons (the original cosmic cowboy)
and legendary troubadour, Townes Van Zandt left off. Michael Murphy,
another singer/songwriter with New Mexico ties describes cosmic
cowboy music as “The cross pollination between Hippie and Cowboy.
Early 70s hippie stuff combined with kind of the red-neck mentality.
Texas accents and Country music” Boy Howdy. DoStuff Media: “This
blonde cowboy hails from Texas, where lots of good things come
from.... and then they stay gone” We'll stake a claim on the
technicolor cowboy, Texas' loss in New Mexico's gain. Sean is a
prolific songwriter with an extensive discography, Eleven albums
starting with “The New Vulgarity” released in 2006 leading up his
two latest releases, “King Clone Creosote” and “Pearl Snaps &
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As the frontman for The Answer Lies and
then Shang-a-Lang, Chris Mason became synonymous with Las Cruces'
minuscule but resilient punk rock scene. In addition he operated a
record label out of his home and ran The Trainyard, a local venue
that became a home away from home for Cruces punk rockers. Mason like
so many other New Mexico musicians eventually felt the need to leave
the state. “I was kind of feeling like, at 34, I was ready to live
somewhere that already had a flourishing scene” that place would be
Portland, Or. Home base for Mason's current band, Low Culture which
includes Mason's longtime drummer Sam George, guitarist Joe Ayoub of
El Paso, Tx. And Chicago transplant Jay Castaldi on bass guitar. Low
Culture, essentially a slightly more melodic version of Shang-a-Lang,
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The Answer Lies was hardcore, a
buzzsaw of punk angst delivered with propulsive determination.
Shang-a-Lang changed things up just enough to cause critics to
speculate whether Mason had gone soft or not. Low Culture continues
down that path. Mature punk rock for mature punk rockers. “There's
unlimited supply and there is no reason why” What do white punks
approaching forty have to rage against? The answer for the most part
is nothing and therein lies the problem with much of modern punk
rock.... it's bland as fuck. The lyrics are selfishly self absorbed.
The vocal delivery invariably whiny and given that we're currently
living through a period of polarizing social change and one of the
vilest presidential campaigns in recent memory.... totally devoid of
significant sociopolitical content.
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Anarchy in the U.S. It's coming
sometime and maybe? Not a fucking chance, that would be bad for the
brand. There's a big hard sun beating on a
big people The future's so dim, you need night vision goggles just to
grope your way through the sunniest of days. Don't be afraid homies,
accept the Las Cruces challenge. To sample more of what Las Cruces
has to offer, go to Bandcamp, tag New Mexico, tag Las Cruces. You'll
be amazed at what you'll find. (There's also tags for Albuquerque,
Santa Fe, Taos.... by all means, check 'em out) My favorite Las
Cruces bands from the past in no particular order: Rawdogs,
Moonshiners, Beat Cowboys, Space Truckers, Liquid Cheese and my
favorite Las Cruces bands recently active: The Raggies, Drunk
Armstrong, Desert Ratts, The Gold Hearted Crows, DAMN Union, Everett
Howl and the Wolves. Boy Howdy!
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No Way in this World- Sean Lucy <br />Texas
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<span style="font-size: small;">Pickin' On is a series of tribute
albums recorded by studio musicians in a bluegrass style. The series
logs in at over one hundred albums, running the gamut from Three
Doors Down to Hank Williams Jr. plus everyone and anyone that you can
imagine in between. It's hit or miss. When it's good, (Van Halen's
“Ain't Talking 'Bout Love” or The Offspring's “Gone Away”)
it's really good. The bad stuff amounts to little more than the
bluegrass equivalent of a square peg being forced into a round hole.
“The Pickin' On series isn't alone in this world. Iron Horse a
bluegrass band from Killen, Alabama has perfected the same formula
for turning alt-rock songs into bluegrass tunes. It's the
Sound-a-Like marketing technique of the early 1970s reinvented for
the Americana set. The local tie-in? both Iron Horse and Pickin' On
have covered The Shins, with good results.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Grand Canyon (Lesser bands have labels.
We are the Grand Canyon) which evolved into Jenny Invert and
hightailed it out of 'Burque, contributes “From the Westside” a
cautionary tale about getting belligerent and shit faced, then having
to walk from Albuquerque's westside back to the heights.... at night.
Much ado about nothing. In my opinion, walking from the eastside to
the westside would be much more harrowing, day or night. The best
known band currently based in the Duke City would be The Handsome
Family and “My Friend” does little to dissuade their reputation
for producing music cloaked in a shroud of Gothic mystique. That
can't be an easy thing to do in cheap and sunny Albuquerque N.M. What
with all those colorful hot air balloons floating around on a daily
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<span style="font-size: small;">Rod Lacy (The Old Main) is the product
of his environment, Western New Mexico's coal country. Situated
around Gallup on the state's western edge, it shares the same traits
as its Appalachian counterpart. Rod Lacy hints at his roots with a
jaded drawl that would seem more at home in West Virginia hollers
than New Mexico arroyos. His plaintive tales pull you into the
uncomplicated lives of the hearty men... broke dick and busted, who
journeyed out to work the coal veins. “I feel okay but I came home
with a busted back today” Rod's first album Blacklung was recorded
in a cabin near Ruidoso while snowbound during a blizzard. It comes
in two versions, the original 4-track recording from those cabin
sessions, which is just a tad rough around the edges when compared to
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<span style="font-size: small;">I will without the least bit of
hesitation, admit to crying whenever I hear either Fast Heart Mart or
The Handsome Family's original version of “My Sister's Tiny Hands”
It's a song that fucks with my emotions. “We came in this world
together, legs wrapped around each other. My cheek against my
sister's, we were born like tangled vines” We all know the feeling
of having someone ripped from us. Such pain being the vehicle that
drives this heart rendering tale of sorrow and vengeance. “Every
creature casts a shadow, under the sun's golden fingers” Makes ya'
wanna grab a sharpened stick and start killing snakes. Fast Heart
Mart (Martin Stamper) having completed a series of concerts in
Germany and Finland, is still based in San Diego, with his most
recent performances taking place at Hardly Strictly Bluegrass held
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tumblin' dice. It's time to roll out another edition of New Mexico's
one and only podcast dedicated solely to local music. This episode
consists of tracks trimmed off previous podcast episodes in order to
comply with Dailymotion's fifty nine minute rule. As a result,
episode 44 is an odd mix of songs that slide up and down the genre
scale. Nonetheless it goes down easy, not hard on the ears
whatsoever. Excuse the two holiday tracks, I know we're nowhere near
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<b><i>Here I am where I must be, where I
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Nostalgia is the flavor of the day.
“I'm glad I grew up doing this instead of this” the mantra for
those more accustomed to looking back than looking forward. I got to
experience the “good old days”, not just for myself but for every
consequent generation after me. Those days are overrated. Not being
one of my generation that continually pines for the past, I embrace
change. Having spent part of my youth on a farm that still had an
outhouse and no hot water. I have since grown accustomed to porcelain
bathroom fixtures and electricity.
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Change is good. The arrival of
television to our household was a momentous day. (1964, just in time
for the Republican and Democratic conventions that gave us LBJ vs.
Barry Goldwater) Television got us up to par. It exposed us to a
world that we rarely ever got to see (the fifty seven miles to the
nearest “big” city, may as well have been a thousand) We now knew
all about Ronald McDonald, Slush Puppies, Montgomery Ward and a place
called Pancho's, that let you eat all the Mexican food that you could
ever hope for.
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Dirt City Chronicles was born of an
idea that a radio station playing primarily local music could be
feasible. It wasn't, although the advent of online streaming made
that a mute point. Terrestrial radio, hampered by the FCC's archaic
adherence to rules and regulations (in place since the early days of
radio) simply can't compete with streaming apps such as Pandora,
Slacker, Spotify etc. All of which allow users to program their own
tailor made streams. After exploring possible online broadcast apps
such as Shoutcast (too expensive, complicated) I determined that
podcasting was the obvious choice.</div>
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Thus Dirt City Radio was born.... with
a slight hitch, a local band was already using that name. Radio
became Chronicles and there you have it. All I lacked at that point
was a file host. After some research, I settled on Pod Bean, a
competent app that provided cool embedded players, though overall the
process of posting episodes was rather tedious. There was one major
drawback to Pod Bean, initially you pay $29.99, after that Pod Bean
essentially holds your audio files for ransom. Forcing you to renew
at their escalating rates or your links go dead. Dirt City Chronicles
is a not for profit undertaking, leaving me to explore whatever free
options the internet had to offer. YouTube was the obvious choice.</div>
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It's free, you can upload files of any
size (once you register your mobile number) and as long as you don't
run afoul of YouTube's copyright restrictions, the sky really is the
limit. Another option for those working on the cheap is Archive.org.
Unlimited uploads, no file size restrictions and little if any
copyright hassles. The internet is forever and these links will never
go dead. I've recently rediscovered a couple of free and reliable
options for posting podcast episodes: Dailymotion and Vimeo.
Dailymotion limits uploads to files under sixty minutes. Vimeo's free
version allows you upload up to 500mbs or approximately one podcast
episode per week. Far less draconian than YouTube, both take a
laissez-faire approach to copyright restrictions.</div>
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Editing previous episodes of Dirt City
Chronicles down to under an hour left me with several hours worth of
music that I've re-purposed as new episodes. New and improved, with
enhanced audio (no more volume drops) I'm posting all previous
episodes of Dirt City Chronicles on both Dailymotion and Vimeo....
for those that have no use for YouTube.</div>
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A grab bag of local music, alternative
country, modern surf music, homegrown reggae, dream pop, goth pop,
experimental and Americana..... yes, Americana. Tune in, turn up and
drop me a line, Dirt City Chronicles, your choice for local music,
Boy Howdy!
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Swimming in Alcohol-
Youngsville<br />Vertigo- Dead Town Lovers
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As We Ascend- Before This City</div>
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Burts Tiki Tear Drop- The Surf Lords</div>
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Let the Morning Come- Mondo
Vibrations<br />King of Whiskey Throne- Lousy Robot
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Hello Again- The Black Disciples</div>
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I'm Your Huckleberry- The Giranimals</div>
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The Revelator- I is for Ida</div>
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Oh No- Jenny Wren Sounds
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Spider Walker- Javelina<br />Locked In-
The Porter Draw<br />Moses Stuttered- Todd and the Fox<br />My Revolver-
Lowlights<br />Myra Joyce- The Porter Draw
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After sixteen years of self imposed
exile in New Mexico's Bootheel Country, I've now been back in
Albuquerque for eight months. This has allowed me to view the city
from a different light. Burqueños proclivity for running red lights
(especially on the Westside) is fucking scary. Bring back red light
cameras already. Unser north of I40 is a speedway, on most days Unser
south of I40 resembles a Baghdad highway. I've seen guns flashed,
fights on the side of the road and a pitbull pup nearly strangled
when he jumped out of a pick-up bed in traffic. The fifth most
dangerous city in the U.S. continues to live up to its dubious
ranking. A vicious series of brutal murders, drive by shootings and
road rage fights have turned 'Burque news into the north-of-the
border version of tawdry Mexican crime tabloid Alarma!
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Albuquerque is a quizzical mix of open
hostility and open armed bienvenidos.... meted out in equal
increments that can be both puzzling and maddening. Bad things happen
to good people here and bad things happen to bad people with alarming
regularity as well. The prevalence of Spanish spoken throughout the
city, is perhaps the biggest change that I've noticed. The line
separating the homogeneous white heights from the rest of 'Burque is
almost blurred beyond recognition. What were once good neighborhoods
are now bad and what were once bad neighborhoods are now gentrified.
Albuquerque as I once predicted has become more like Los Angeles or
Phoenix. Though to be honest, the entire southwest has become more
like Los Angeles or Phoenix That's life in the big city.
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The one thing that has remained
constant in the Duke City is the music scene. It continues to thrive
with an upsurge of creative and talented musicians heading up a
growing list of bands and projects that rival those of any other
major metropolitan area that comes to mind. No shit. Albuquerque
music makes Albuquerque a better place to live, it's proof positive
that there's intelligent life here. Bring back the Punk Rock Flea
Market, I need more music. Mac's Steak in the Rough and Bob's Burgers
are overrated, Chicharron Burrito Express on 4<sup>th</sup>
St. is the bomb. The Frontier and Golden Pride are as good as
advertised and the best bakery goods in town are at El Super Mezquite
on 98<sup>th</sup>. They also carry genuine Mennonite cheese straight
outta Chihuahua. </div>
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Fort Hobo (ex-Giant Haystacks) kicks
things off with a track from their album “Michael” recorded at
the Train Yard in Las Cruces by Chris Mason (The Answer Lies,
Shang-a-Lang, Low Culture, Dirt Cult Records) which Chris founded in
2006, in Las Cruces... “to release his band Shang-A-Lang’s first
7″ record” 15 Polk St. allegedly had a small army of fanatic
“Polksters” following them and they also claim to have “created
an entirely new genre of rock music” it's a shame they never got
around to recording “Polk Salad Annie” Austin Morrell (previously
of Gusher, You, Austin Morrell & The Alchemists, Nightsnake,
Brothers, Yoda’s House, Braillist, Abraham the Poor,
Heyisayfuckyou, The Crystal Thimble and High Priest) serenades us
with “Bad Heart” off his latest album “Albuquerque”
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Retard Slave is one of Steve Hammond's
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“Cool A.M. Party Sweat” a
compilation album released in 2011. Nick Voges is a member of The
Haptics..... who are still active, having played at Burt's Tiki
Lounge as recently as March, 2016. In case you're wondering, <i>Haptics</i>
(pronounced HAP-tiks) is the science of applying touch (tactile)
sensation and control to interaction with computer applications. I
didn't know that. Tracks by Seahorn, The Haptics and Nick Voge are
from “The Music Lab- ABQ” a compilation album featuring local
bands that ranks right up there with “Ouch! Welcome to Albuquerque”
Socyermom's iconic compilation as a must-have local music companion.
Melanthius is Mauro Woody (Animals in the Dark, Lady Uranium, The
Glass Menageries, Chicharra, Five Star Motelles) her brothers Brahm
Woody, Dhaveed Woody, and Eric Wellman.
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Let's cut to the chase. Faster than a
stray round! More powerful than an Española lowrider, Able to leap
raging arroyos in a single bound. Look, up in the sky! It's the
Creamland cow!, It's Wayfarer 515!, It's Dirt City Chronicles,
strange visitor from another planet (Southern New Mexico) who came to
'Burque with a music collection far beyond those of your average joe.
Don't touch that dial. Dirt City Chronicles is available on
Facebook, YouTube (Dirt City Chronicles channel) Google + and at the
original source: Blogger, Dirt City Chronicles. I don't do Twitter,
Snapchat or Instagram and I never respond to any correspondence. All
music posted on Dirt City Chronicles is available at various internet
sources for streaming or sale. Boy Howdy!
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Mow Down Mow Man ~ Retard Slave</div>
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Moon Pt. 1 ~ 15 Polk St.</div>
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Puritans on a Boat ~ Cloud Lantern</div>
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Captain Trips ~ Steve Hammond</div>
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Bad Heart ~ Austin Morrell</div>
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News ~ Italian Rats</div>
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All and All ~ Seahorn</div>
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Moon Spirit ~ Ballets</div>
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So Much to Blame- The Gatherers</div>
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Behind Your Smile ~ Ballets</div>
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The third installment in a three part
series showcasing the women involved in Albuquerque's music scene is
cued up and ready to spin. <span style="font-size: small;">Until the late 1990s few
women were involved in the local music scene and only a handful
managed to release any recordings. Prior to that it was strictly a
boy's club with a few rare exceptions. Beverlee Brown joined future
husband Sidro Garcia in The Sneakers shortly before they relocated to
Las Vegas, Nv. in 1964. The Feebeez ('Burque's legendary all-girl
60s garage band) recorded legacy consists of one scratchy
self-released vinyl 45) Kid Sister w/ Victoria Woodworth are a bit of
mystery. Bandmine lists them as being from Albuquerque and having
been signed by MCA records. Yet, I haven't found much evidence that
they actually were from 'Burque. Kid Sister rose to become a regional
favorite based in Denver, Co. Could be they hooked up with Victoria
Woodworth (raised in Denver) after they relocated. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Who of course, doesn't
remember Femme Fatale, fronted by Lorraine Lewis (also lead singer
for Babe Ruthless) they found success on a national level that few
thought attainable for a local band. That success would prove to be
short lived and bittersweet. Lorraine remains one of the most
recognizable musicians to hail from the Duke City, becoming somewhat
of a cult figure with heshers hellbent on reliving the 1980s. While
we're on the subject. Twenty five years after the fact, Femme
Fatale's aborted second album for MCA has seen the light of day. "One
More For The Road" released this year on F n A Records. (compact
disc only, no plans for a vinyl release) Lorraine, Bobby, Rick, Bill
and Maz.... it's like they never left us. A time capsule from an era
of Albuquerque's rock history that often gets neglected or lampooned.
“One More For the Road” appears to have been released in limited
quantities, check online for availability. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I would be negligent not
to mention some other pioneering women on the local scene. Linda
Cotton, blues/jazz/gospel singer was a local fixture for more than
twenty five years. One of New Mexico's best known female vocalist,
Cotton passed away at just 55 years of age in 2006. Hillary Smith, a
native of Hobbs, N.M. and a contemporary of Linda Cotton, has been
wowing New Mexico audiences for a quarter century. Best known for her
work with Soul Kitchen (w/Chris Dracup of The Muttz & The Rattle
Cats) and hONEyhoUSe (w/Mandy Buchanan and Yvonne Perea) Seriously,
if you've never listened to Hillary Smith.... you need hit up YouTube
and check out some of her videos. Some other notable female
vocalists from the same era: Joanie Griffin (Cadillac Bob and the
Rhinestones) </span>Denise Brissey (The Planets) Denise Wollman (The
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Sometimes work and such gets in the way
of posting new episodes, but at long last here we go; Dirt City
Chronicles, podcast episode 41, featuring the women that make
Albuquerque rock. Boy Howdy!
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Voice 7 ~ Lady Uranium</div>
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Less Okay Than Yesterday ~ The Hollis
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“<i>Well, I'd say it now
sounds like background music for vast urban barbeques, metropolitan
rodeos, something along those lines. I've always called our music
twisted pop music” Bruce Moreland </i>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">Wall
of Voodoo came together at Acme Soundtracks, Stanard Ridgway's film
score company. Located across the street from The Masque (Hollywood's
infamous punk club) Acme Soundtracks became a magnet for aspiring
local punk musicians. Marc Moreland, guitarist for The Skulls, was
drawn in and from that collaboration came Wall of Voodoo. Bruce
Moreland joined on bass, Chas T. Gray, also from The Skulls was
enlisted as keyboardist and veteran drummer Joe Nanini rounded out
the original line up. The band's name was derived from a comment made
by Joe Berardi, a fellow musician whom upon listening to some of
Ridgway's Acme Soundtrack recordings, declared “Phil Spector has
his Wall of Sound, but you've got a Wall of Voodoo. The name stuck.
</span></span></span>It's an L.A. thing, I suppose.
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Question: which of the following genre
tags best describes Wall of Voodoo.... new wave, post punk,
alternative rock, dark wave, cowpunk? It's a trick question, they
all apply, unequivocally. How many times did you try and play Wall of
Voodoo at a party only to be met by belligerent bellows of “Take
that punk shit off!”<span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><i><b><span style="background: #ffffff;">
</span></b></i></span></span>Lead singer,<span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><i><b><span style="background: #ffffff;">
</span></b></i></span></span>Stanard “Stan” Ridgway drawled with
jaded detachment.... a flowing river of abstract pronouncements,
delivered with an unmistakably American west coast accent that
echoed western movie heroes and any number of their nasalized
sidekicks. <i>“Cause I can tell at a glance you're not from 'round
these parts, Got a green look about ya And that's a gringo for
starts” </i>Stan had the necessary tools: a shitload of confidence
combined with an endless reservoir of arrogance.<i><b> </b></i>
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After parting ways with Wall of Voodoo,
Ridgway launched his solo career. He's recorded eight solo albums
(“Big Heat” his solo debut still remains his most successful)
Delving more and more into movie soundtracks while cultivating a
narrative vocal delivery that blurs the line between spoken word
and singing, it's not for everyone. Stan's split with Wall of Voodoo
wasn't all that amicable. Bruce Moreland still holds a grudge (Stan
was instrumental in his being booted from the band prior to “Call
of the West”)<i><b> “</b></i><i>With Wall of Voodoo, it had a lot
to do with Stan’s ego getting a little too big. People assume that
the lead singer is the songwriter and leader of a band. But in Stan’s
case he wasn’t. And I think it became obvious on his solo records
that Stan wasn’t the creative force behind Wall of Voodoo” </i></div>
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Guitarist, Marc Moreland specialized in
big rich rolling tones, shamelessly lifted from Morricone spaghetti
western soundtracks and spiced up with some Dick Dale inspired surf
licks. Stan would introduce “Morricone Themes” by announcing:
“Here's a little film music for you” Marc Moreland, one of the
truly underrated guitarist from the 1980s. On stage Marc and Chas T.
Gray gave off an underlying sense of hostility. Two So Cal bros ready
to stomp your ass into a mud puddle at any moment. “If it's the
rough stuff ya want You can point yer finger at me”<span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">
Gray's</span></span></span> encyclopedic arsenal of keyboard riffs
gave Wall of Voodoo a “new wave” sound not unlike that of “Duty
Now for the Future” era Devo (Can't Make Love and pretty much the
entire “Call of the West” album)
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Marc Moreland's roots went back to one
of Los Angeles' very first punk bands, The Skulls. A band that both
Marc and brother Bruce would later return to. (Bruce was asked to
leave Wall of Voodoo following the release of “Dark Continent”
due to his heroin addiction) Marc, Bruce and Chas T. Gray were also
instrumental in keeping Wall of Voodoo afloat after Stan Ridgway and
Joe Nanini left the band in 1983. Ridgway was replaced by Andy
Prieboy, Nanini by Ned Leukhardt (this resulted in the “Seven Days
in Sammy's Town” album) Post-Wall of Voodoo, Marc Moreland
collaborated with Johnette Napolitano (Concrete Blonde) in Pretty and
Twisted. He moved to Las Vegas, Nv. and put together a new band,
Dept. of Crooks, which released one album “Plan 9 from Las Vegas”
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Marc also released a solo album “Take
it to the Spotlight” credited to Marc Moreland's Mess. (Marc on
lead vocals w/ John Parish and Jean-Marc Butty, both of whom toured
with P.J. Harvey) He's rumored to be the subject of Concrete Blonde's
“Joey” a song about being in love with an alcoholic. (Johnette
would admit as much in later interviews) An unabashed alcoholic, Marc
Moreland died in Paris, France of renal failure following a liver
transplant in 2002. Prior to joining Wall of Voodoo, Bruce Moreland
had played bass for The Weirdos. He put together Black Cherry with
Paul Black of the L.A. Guns. He teamed up with Wall of Voodoo band
mate Chas T. Gray in Nervous Gender and also worked with Johnette
Napolitano and The Skulls.
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Drummer Joe Nanini maintained a workman
like resolve even as his band mates resorted to surly on-stage
shenanigans and drunken audience baiting. A veteran of L.A.'s punk
scene, Nanini had played with Black Randy & the Metrosquad, The
Plugz and The Bags. Following his stint with Wall of Voodoo, Nanini
helped co-found The Lonesome Strangers, in (1983 w/ Randy Weeks, Jeff
Rymes & Nino Del Pesco) A country rock/roots band much ballyhooed
by critics, beloved by a small core of fans and and an utter
commercial failure. Nanini left the band shortly after their first
album “Lonesome Pine” was recorded in 1986. An ever inventive
percussionist, aptly schooled in all genres, Nanini passed away from
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Ultimately, it would dawn on me that
Stanard Ridgway fashioned his drawling vocal mannerisms after those
of flaming asshole and proto-typical So Cal white guy.... Beach
Boy, Mike Love. It all makes sense....these two variables (Beach Boys
and Wall of Voodoo) have a linear relationship with each other. Both
sought (in their own fashion) to promote the SoCal lifestyle as the
American ideal. Brian Wilson painted sunny beach side landscapes and
doted endlessly on the pleasures of fast cars, nice girls and
surfing, Wall of Voodoo chose to expose the darkside of SoCal life,
preferring America's fast lane to sandy beaches and surf boards. The
post Ridgway version of the band (w/ Andy Prieboy) actually covered
The Beach Boys' “Do It Again” on their final studio album “Happy
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of Voodoo's lyrics could easily have come from a Jay McInerney novel.
“Mexican Radio” transports us to the land of barbecued iguana and
easy virtues. “I'm on a wavelength far from home” “Lost Week
End” is set on Interstate 15, a satiated couple returning to L.A.
after a weekend of gambling debauchery, during which Sin City lived
up to its other sobriquet: Lost Wages. “You can take any exit that
you happen to feel is the right one." “Tomorrow” addresses
the stress brought on by sudden fame and growing expectations. “Can't
understand what happened to all the plans I made” “Call of the
West” draws inspiration from Sergio Leone's epic spaghetti western,
Once Upon a Time in the West "Son this ain't no western movie
matinee and you're a long way off from yippee yi yay” </span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">“Long
Arm” finds the boys preoccupied with menial jobs and corporate
headhunters “this business needs a strong arm. some new part to
clear out all the deadwood” “Factory” hits close to home “Now
I know I had something to say but the problem is to say something,
Uhh...you gotta say it” The factories of today come with piped in
music. It could be a big box retailer, a fast food restaurant, a
convenience store. All the same, you grind it out, then go home to
take stock of your prized possessions “I got a little rubber pool
in the backyard for the kids to wade in and I got a little backyard,
pink mustang, fenders chrome” It's all a facade “an average joe
from the grand design” caves in to the pressure and can't always
hold it together “Just lately now when my wife talks back to me I
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like Brian Wilson in the 1960s.... Ridgway, the Moreland bros., Joe
Nanini and Chas T. Gray had their fingers on the jaded pulse of 1980s
Southern California. Which as it turns out, was quite a bit different
from Wilson's era. They'll be wearing their Mexican poncho vests and
even if they could surf, the locals wouldn't let them go near the
water.... I feel a hot wind on my shoulder or maybe that's just the
cholos in that lowrider staring intently at me. I hear the talking
of the Dj.... but you can bet it's not Wolfman Jack, who built his
rep in the early 1960s broadcasting on XERB, just across the border
in Rosarita Beach. Even though, the son of a bitch was actually
working in Minnesota at the time and his shows were pre-recorded and
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“<i><b>There’s nothing as unstoppable as a
freight train full of fuck-yeah.” </b></i></div>
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Much like Alice Cooper, Molly Hatchett,
Bettie Serveert etc. Jenny Clinkscale wasn't an actual person. The
band, described by its label as “equal parts glam, cock and shock
rock” took its name from singer/guitarist Jen Sincero's first name
and singer/guitarist Amy Clinkscale's last name. Formed in 1997,
Jenny Clinkscale started blowing minds almost immediately... leading
the Albuquerque Journal to praise them in this manner... "the
group has a power that few bands are willing to wield these days." Jenny Clinkscale came together during a
period in 'Burque's musical history that Journal music writer Kenn
Rodgriguez once described as “atrophied” and mired in “musical
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Naturally, it was anything but. “Lack
of middling bands makes it seem as if nothing new is coming up on the
local scene” Kenn lamented, while naming off a list of “big
bands” working the local scene: Giant Steps, January's little
Joke, Flake, Scared of Chaka, Naomi and Hazeldine, Jenny Clinkscale,
The Honeys, The Gluey Brothers (who were hanging around Santa Fe at
the time) That's not a shabby roster and he left out more than a
handful of excellent bands: The Withdrawals for instance. It all
comes down to perception, it's hard to take in the big picture when
you're gazing at your shoes, “<i>You raise up your head and you
ask, "Is this where it is?" </i>
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What the Jenny Clinkscale band brought
to the local scene was entertainment value.... you put down your hard
earned moolah and in return you witnessed a rock and roll testimonial
unlike any seen before or since. Jen Sincero, the self anointed “rock
goddess” had cut her teeth in NYC with Crotch (Sara Rotman and Mike
Mellett) Crotch dropped one epic tongue in cheek video for their
single, “Power Tool of Love” in 1994, then dropped from sight.
The video includes a cameo by Adam Ant, Jen's mother and a hair
bikini. Dear old mom gets catcalled by construction workers and Jen
has no recourse but to take matters in hand. “and then something
happened, I felt the biggest burning hunk of man muscle I ever felt
in my life” </div>
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“<span style="font-size: medium;"><i><b>You're here. I'm here. I love
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Naturally..... Jenny Clinkscale
revolved around Jen Sincero and Amy Clinkscale, accompanied by a
revolving cast of local musicians (at least 15 different musicians
according to Jen & Amy) this included: Leonard Apodaca, Dead
Leonard, owner of The Atomic Cantina and co-founder of Socyermom
Records. Elijah Mink, a drummer from Seattle who responded to Jen's
best selling book: “Don't Sleep With Your Drummer” by stating, “I
don't know what I did to her” By the time Jenny Clinkscale hit the
studio to record their one and only album “Mind if We Join You?”
the line-up consisted of Marcos Garza and Freddie Weinstein.
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Additional musicians included: Justine
Flinn, David Cragin and Ronnie Wheeler. Produced by Stacy Parish, Art
Direction by Jen and Leonard Apodaca. A local classic, “Mind if We
Join You?” is a skillful mix of mid-90s alternative rock influenced
heavily by Liz Phair and P.J. Harvey (obviously, seeing how Jen's
other band from this period, 60 Foot Queenie derived its name from
Polly Jean's song “50 Ft. Queenie” 60 Foot Queenie, formed in
Los Angeles is not to be confused with 50 Foot Queenie, a P.J. Harvey
tribute band) 60 Foot Queenie wasn't much of a departure from Jenny
Clinkscale. Not long after that, Jen ditched the rock & roll
lifestyle, declaring herself a failed rock star goddess.
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“When my plans to become a
world-famous rock star didn't pan out, I decided to try being a
lesbian instead, didn't pull that off either” Jen set about
becoming a writer (of books and such) She's since authored several
tomes starting with “My Life as a Rock Goddess” 2001, “Don't
Sleep with Your Drummer” 2002, The Straight Girl's Guide to
Sleeping with Chicks” 2005 and “You Are a Badass: How to Start
Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life” 2013. As
a success coach, sex advice columnist and New York Times bestselling
author, Jen has found the success and acclaim that eluded her as a
rock musician. (The Huffington Post describes her as a “motivational
cattle prod” who's goal in life is to encourage people to live
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Sincero also hosted of her own
nationally syndicated sex advice column, Living in Sin. “the
sexpert with the carnal knowledge you need. Ask her your question.
Cuz there's no such thing as being too good in bed” A NSFW
endeavor with entries such as one titled: “Taking it to the Rim”
it went like this, Dear Jen, I have recently discovered that I love
rim jobs, both giving and receiving them. Yet, no matter what I try,
I can't seem to get anyone to try it. How can I convince them? Jen's
response? “Leave it to the human being to evolve into a species
that's terrified of its own butthole. But don't despair, As you said,
you only recently discovered how much you love having your butt
licked. Lord only knows what other undiscovered delights are out
there”
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Jen's advice was always insightful and
compassionate. Cuz, people got problems: “Dear Jen, I love to watch
porn and have fantasized about group sex with my wife and this is
causing a problem in my marriage” Dear Jen, I’ve been in love
with my neighbor. We recently hooked up a couple of times - he kissed
me for the second time and I blew him twice. Dear Jen, I'm a 20
year-old, bisexual-leaning lesbian who has not done anything sexual
with either gender. I get turned on easily and love to masturbate all
the time. One titled “Holes and Poles” is worth sharing: Dear
Jen, I have a question that's been driving me NUTS. I can't decide
between boys and girls. It's killing me. Have you ever felt this way?
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She also appears on The Blog at The
Huffington Post “Without your questions, she is like a flip with no
flop, tuna with no mayo, a columnist with no column” Some of the
highly entertaining entries included: Don't Let the Holidays make you
their Bitch, The Tao of Houseguesting, Watch Your Mouth Dude, Live
Like Your Life Depends on It, How to Stop Dating the Wrong People,
Threesome's a Crowd and Merrily Skipping into the Unknown. In 2011,
Jen packed all her belongings in storage and traveled around the
world as a member of the NPA (No Permanent Abode) promoting the Zen
of Jen “We humans can get used to anything. The problem is that we
often use this glorious ability of ours to stay stuck in mediocrity.
Oh the years we waste adapting to lousy marriages, soul sucking jobs,
being friends with people who are rude to waitresses...” </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Your Brain is Your Bitch</span></b></i></span></div>
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Dear Jen: I'm sleeping and right in the
middle of a good dream, like all at once... I wake up from something
that keeps knocking at my brain. Before I go insane, I hold my pillow
to my head and spring up in my bed screaming out the words I
dread.... I think I love you (I think I love you) You are fucking
awesome. What is wrong with me?_ Cosmic Cold Cut</div>
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Dear Jen: I wanna be a bad ass too, I
want to move out of Loserville and into a penthouse in Awesome
City.... am I capable of overcoming my weeny dog tendencies and
becoming a pitbull? I want to take a bite out of life._ Last Guy in
Guyville</div>
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You can keep up with Jen Sincero at
<a href="http://www.jensincero.com/blog/">http://www.jensincero.com/blog/</a>
Online, Jen has more memes than Bad Luck Brian and more quotes than
Winston Churchill, here's some of my favorites:
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“You are loved. Massively.
Ferociously. Unconditionally. The Universe is totally freaking out
about how awesome you are. It’s got you wrapped in a warm gorilla
hug of adoration. It wants to give you everything you desire. It
wants you to be happy. It wants you to see what it sees in you.”<strong>
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“You are responsible for what you say and do. You are not
responsible for whether or not people freak out about it.”<br />
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“It sucks being in love with someone
and never being allowed to show it.”
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“If you work with great people, it will be a great experience.
Even if you're shoveling shit.”<br />
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“And the day came when the risk to
remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to
blossom.”
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“Faith is the muscle you use when you
decide to blast outside of your comfort zone and transform your life
into something that’s practically unrecognizable to you in your
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><i><b>Vision
Quest</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><i><b> </b></i></span>“<span style="font-size: small;"><i>The
visionary starts with a clean sheet of paper, and re-imagines the
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<span style="font-size: small;">Hello Visionary! We now
have the technology at our fingertips allowing us to better gauge
the popularity of local artists. Two readily available yardsticks by
which to measure the adoration of our hometown idols are Facebook and
You Tube. Using this criteria, it's no contest.... Brokencyde (yes,
those butt pirates are still out there) reps the Duke City better
than anyone else. It's not even close, their FB page clocks in with
over half a million likes. These standard bearers of bad taste also
reign supreme on You Tube. Their video for “Freaxx” has over 10
million views, “Booty Call” w/E-40 claims over 4 million views.
“Get Crunk” over 12 million views. “40oz.” over 3 million
views.... etc. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">How do you like them
apples? Love 'em or hate 'em (I lean towards the latter, though I do
begrudgingly tip my hat to them) Brokencyde have achieved a level of
success matched by just one other band with Albuquerque roots... The
Shins. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it. This however isn't about
the sultans of screamo. I'm just using them as a barometer by which
other local bands can be measured by. With this in mind and with The
Shins no longer associated with the land of enchantment, who comes in
second? That would be Lindy Vision (formerly known as Black Natives)
who are closing in on 4,000 FB likes, though on You Tube they lag far
behind (just one video “Pink + Black” has pulled in over 1,000
views) That's a crying shame. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">You almost wouldn't expect
Lindy Vision to hail from Albuquerque. Visually they present a
stunning and exotic image not normally associated with 'Burque or New
Mexico for that matter. The three Cuylear sisters, Dorothy (Dee-Dee)
vocalist, songwriter, keyboards. Natasha (Na)- guitar,vocals and
Carla - drums are strikingly beautiful in a head turning, jaw
dropping sort-a-way. Equal parts K-pop divas and new wave rave
queens. Raised in Southern New Mexico now making their homes in
Albuquerque. Their mixed heritage (Native/African American) sets them
apart.... but it's the music that seals the deal. Disco beats for
millennial shoegazers. A soundtrack for the debauched rave set.
Stripped down intelligent synth pop loaded with sex appeal and
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<i>“</i><span style="font-size: small;"><i>I've got the white
noise it drives me insane”</i> Lindy Vision's name derives from a
passage in Malcolm X's autobiography where he (along with co-author
Alex Haley) describes the “Lindy Hop” dance culture (a
predecessor of the modern dance club scene)<i> “The spotlight would be
turning pink, yellow, green and blue, picking up couples
lindy-hopping as if they had gone mad”</i> In this sense, using modern
vernacular, Lindy can be defined as </span>"turnt up "
<span style="font-size: small;">Positive/Negative... as the party rages on, we feed off
the contradictory nature of a world divided into either fun or
serious things... pink + black. Innocence pitted against the
relentless need for a stimuli, be it sex, drugs, music. All the
while, facing a dilemma: that eventually those turnt up must turnt
down<i> “You want the white horse to come save you now”</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The Cuylear sisters are
far from random, they have a vision. They've built a template for
success and are now in the process of tearing shit up. Their
presentation is slick, professional and visually stunning. Their
fans, referred to as Visionary or Visionaries, (in the same manner in
which Lady Gaga refers to her fans as Little Monsters) <i>“You are a
Visionary if you believe in us and what we are doing OR if you are
doing what you believe in regardless if it is the norm or not” </i>The
key to simplicity is divine. Dorothy gets this<i> “People think that
we're going to sound like something, and we surprise them and sound
like something completely different so I think that's kind of the
beauty of being ethnic and being in this profession and being from
New Mexico”</i></span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: small;">To be realistic today
is to be visionary. To be realistic is to be starry-eyed” </span>Lindy
Vision's discography is short and sweet. All their music is
self-released. “Pink + Black” a five song ep was released in 2014
followed by their debut album “Luck + Life” in 2015. On “Luck +
Life” Lindy Vision jettisons the baggage that accompanies
associations with genre tags and categories. Dee Dee skillfully
navigates “the perils of contentedness and the possibilities within
despair” as she guides us through a pulsating emotional landscape
singing in a voice that betrays a weary young soul with time worn
problems. “Daybreak, don't want to know about the mistakes, don't
want to know where your hands have been” If you're a fan of local
music, you can't do without it. Currently, the band has finished work
on their second album, “Lindy + Vision” which will be available
on July 22<sup><span style="font-size: small;">nd</span></sup><span style="font-size: small;">. 2016. </span>
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<i>Dirt City Chronicles podcast episode 40, the second in a three part series spotlighting the women involved in Albuquerque's local music scene. Boy Howdy!</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Meet in Air ~ The Glass
Menageries</span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Resident ~ Bigawatt</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Get Away Smooth ~ The
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<span style="font-size: small;">Headache ~ The Eyeliners</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Fort Surrounded ~ The
Rondelles</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Bastard Son of Medora ~
Hazeldine</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Lake Havasu ~ The Grave of
Nobody's Darling</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Oh No ~ Jenny Wren Sounds</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b>She was 12 or 13 when
it started, a victim of bullying at a middle school in Denver. One
particular boy liked to tell her she was fat — "piggy,"
to be exact. Without thinking, she grabbed the nearest lunch tray,
swung it and connected it to the boy's face. "He was knocked
down to the floor, I kicked him in the stomach. I kicked him. I
kicked him and screamed at him. The teachers came up to me and pulled
me off. "From that day forward people would say, 'You don't want
me to pull "the Teri" on you.” An alter-ego was born.</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Take Liz Phair's cocksure
sexual self awareness, give it a garage punk beat, filter it through
the experiences of a young Chicana growing up in Denver, before being
abruptly uprooted to Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mx...... mold it into
unruly three minute discourses on alienation, displacement and the
never ending war against misogyny (in this case the machismo culture
that infects Mexican society) and you have Teresa Suarez, aka Teri
Gender Bender, the clever, sensual and mesmerizing musician behind Le
Butcherettes. She's a unique musical bi-product of clashing cultures,
who rages against the machine with rancor and honesty. Teresa sings
in her native language... English, though she's equally proficient in
Spanish. Her unmistakably American vocals, give away her extensive
musical influences. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The Tapatio whirlwind
wields a guitar like a cleaver.... all down strokes and slashing
riffs (Teri asked her father to buy her a guitar at 10 years old
after she had dreams about playing the guitar) On stage she demands
your attention. Seeking to satisfy her need to feed your soul,
punishing her instruments.... smashing her keyboard, then tossing it
aside like an inattentive boyfriend. The uninitiated are taken aback.
The divide between her and the audience melts away, Teri stage dives
backwards into their midst, arms outstretched. She begs for
punishment and finds only admiration, love and an occasional call to
“show us your titties” Teri builds to a raging orgasmic climax.
The fans eat it up. It's a mental health balancing act not seen since
sullied Mexican pop diva Gloria Trevi was titillating the masses. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b>"There's
so many demons I have inside — they're little gods," she said
as she mimed the act of holding a baby when asked about her
songwriting approach. "There's a god of evil, the god of good,
the god of sex, the god of lust. With music, I tap into those god
demons. It's therapy"</b></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b> Los
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<span style="font-size: small;">Born in Denver to an
Hispano American father and Mexican mother, Teri's life changed
dramatically when her father died of a heart attack and her mother
decided to move back to Mexico. “</span>They considered me
different, like a weirdo, because my Spanish was not Tapatío; I had
an accent. They called me <i>gringa </i>(slang for American) I felt
alienated.” <span style="font-size: small;">You can only smash so many boys in the
face with a lunch tray, Tori quickly learned to channel her seething
rage into other outlets such as music. Formed in 2007, Le
Butcherettes gained notoriety using visual elements such as meat, pig
heads, and blood. “It was a metaphor of the people’s perception
of women as pieces of meat, when in reality, they’re the pigs”
Teresa's intense demeanor isn't for the faint of heart and eventually
it led to tension with her drummers starting with Auryn Jolene, who
formed one half of the original Guadalajara duo. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Distressingly, their
differing views on radical feminism led to Auryn treating Teresa in
an abusive manner. At one point Auryn went so far as to declare to
the Mexican media that the band was over.... all of which came as a
surprise to Teri, who had no intention of putting Le Butcherettes on
hiatus. Teresa may have languished in Guadalajara had it not been for
a chance encounter with Omar Rodriguez-López (originally from El
Paso, Tx., of At the Drive-In and Mars Volta fame) Omar just happened
to be present at a dive club in Guadalajara where Le Butcherettes
were one of five acts playing. Just before the proceedings were to
get underway, there was a power outage. The bands scheduled to
preform opted not to play with one exception.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">With bullhorn in hand,
Teri Gender Bender literally dragged her drummer onstage. Le
Butcherettes played a complete acoustic set. This caught Omar's
attention, who was drawn in by the Teresa's "dedication to the
spirit of the moment." Rodríguez-López, wasted little time
signing Le Butcherettes to his own label. This first break brought
about a series of changes. Lia Braswell, blonde and lanky, a drummer
from Southern California (she also plays with Gothic Tropic) replaced
Auryn Jolene. Lia fit in well, but eventually it was a bit much (Lia
admits having been "frightened," when Teri would suddenly
start urinating on stage. Onstage their chemistry was captivating, a
bit like The White Stripes if Meg White had fronted the band and
played guitar with Jack White behind the drum set. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Next up was Normandi
Heuxdaflo. A rather odd fellow, Normandi performs in what resembles a
luchador mask made from a leatherhead era football helmet. (Teri
claims the mask represents men oppressed by feminism) Heuxdalfo was
brought in on a temporary basis after Auryn's departure, but he
quickly made himself at home. Teresa explained in an interview how he
came to see himself as not just a permanent member of the band (which
he wasn't) but also as its front man. While their relationship was
contentious, on stage they clicked like clockwork. Normandi's beefy
beat propelling the band at break neck speed. After the sessions for
the “Sin Sin Sin” album, the palpable strain took its toll and
Normandi was sent packing. The split, same as with Auryn Jolene was
not amicable to say the least. </span>
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Following the band's discovery by Omar
Rodriguez-Lopez and their signing to Nadie Sound. Le Butcherettes
relocated... first to San Diego and then to Los Angeles, Teri's
current home base (her mother left Guadalajara and now lives in El
Paso, Tx.) Teri then teamed up with bass player Jonathan Hischke and
drummer Gabe Serbian for a series of concert dates, though she's
currently backed by drummer Chris Common and bassist-guitarist,
Marcel Rodriguez-Lopez, Omar's younger brother. He is best known as
the keyboardist and percussionist of The Mars Volta and the drummer
for Zechs Marquise. Bosnian Rainbows, a collaboration between Omar
and Teri resulted in a well received album release in 2013 and a
subsequent tour.
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“<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>And while the
band's fame is of the cult variety, Le Butcherettes has a host of
influential fans, including Garbage's Shirley Manson and Henry
Rollins of Black Flag notoriety. Rollins, a master of rock intensity
himself, praises, Suarez's "powerful intellect" and
compares her stage presence to that of Iggy Pop. "She's
something," he said. "She's a star. It's like a great
character in a movie. You want to know what happens when the movie is
over. You want to know the rest of the story with her." Los
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Le Butcherettes' discography is a mixed
bag of rage fueled, garage punk inspired rock and self indulgent
oddities, combined with Teri's brand of modern feminism... all
presented with a decidedly American slant. One thing is for sure,
Teresa Suarez has shown a growing maturity and sophistication both
emotionally and in her music. This could be the result of Teri
finally finding her rightful place in this world. From my own
experiences, living between two cultures and two languages has its
rewards and pitfalls or as many folks caught in that predicament will
attest to: You're neither here nor there. Too gringo for the Mexicans
and too Mexican for the gringos. Seeing how Teri is hard wired,
nothing comes easy, not for her nor her fans. But, don't be afraid
homies, dive right in, she won't hurt you. <span style="font-size: small;"><i><b> </b></i></span>
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“Kiss & Kill” ep. recorded in
2008, released for download on Bandcamp in 2015 is the only
recording available from the Guadalajara period when Le Butcherettes was a duo
consisting of Teri Gender Bender and Auryn Jolen. “Sin
Sin Sin” was the band's first fully realized album, recorded after
Teri joined forces with Rodriguez-Lopez Productions. It's also the
only recording featuring Normandi Heuxdalfo. “Cry is for the Flies”
released in 2014 is another Rodriguez-Lopez Production, features Lia
Braswell on drums, Henry Rollins spoken word on “Moment of Guilt”
and Shirley Manson (Garbage) vocals on “Shame, You're All I've Got”
“Chaos as Usual” is a split ep w/The Melvins released on the
Amphetamine Reptile label in 2015 and last but not least “A Raw
Youth” produced by Omar Rodriguez-Lopez and featuring Chris
Commons, Jamie Aaron Aux, Iggy Pop, John Frusciante, Deantoni
Parks(Mars Volta) and Marcel Rodriguez-Lopez, is Le Butcherettes
latest release.
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<span style="font-size: small;">If you follow
Albuquerque's music scene, you can't help but notice the omnipresent
Mauro Woody. A singular songwriter and vocalist who draws listeners
into an inviting aural comfort zone. Hugely talented yet accessible,
confident, vulnerable and fragile all the same. In her own modest
fashion, Mauro has firmly established herself as a unique and
powerful voice on the local scene. Mauro's bewitching delivery,
accented with a variety of vocal nuances lends itself well to the
swirling textures and precise structures of dream pop. That's not to
say that she's not at home outside that genre. “Blue Flowers” for
instance, rooted in Appalachian folk tradition is delivered as a
comforting lilt, a tonic for anguished souls that descends into a
dialogue of ghostly whispers at the end. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">A stark contrast to the
vocal style Mauro used with her first band, Animals in the Dark. Back
then she sang with the stridency of old school punk </span>chanteuses
such as Penelope Houston or Poly Styrene mixed with vocal elements
reminiscent of <span style="font-size: small;">Cindy Wilson & Kate Pierson from the
B52s. Since then her singing style has evolved. Presently, Mauro
favors more refined vocals adorned with</span> scintillating<span style="font-size: small;">
instrumental fills, alternatively switching to something that
resembles the deliberately witchy voice affected by Kate Bush on
“Wuthering Heights” While Mauro is also fully capable of veering
off into Liz Fraser phonetic gymnastics, she rarely takes that
plunge.... “Dustlands II” (the bonus live track from the five
song ep, “Vulpes Vulpes”) being a pleasurable exception. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">As previously mentioned,
Mauro started out with Animals in the Dark, self described as “a
psychedelic garage rock band with wide influences” which included
her brother Brahm Woody on bass, Tianna Yazzi on guitar and drummer
John Butler. Animals in the Dark toured extensively, releasing a demo
“Winter Demos” an e.p. “Animals in the Dark” an album
“Frozen in the Headlights” before breaking up. Mauro segued into
dream pop indie rock outfit, The Glass Menageries joined by Gena
Lawson, Brahm Woody and Chris Newman. The Glass Menageries have
released one album to date “Edge of a Knife” Co-produced by Harry
Redus-Brown (Unit 7 Drain) mastered by Carlos Jose Rafael Garcia
(Carlos the Tall, YaYa Boom,Youngsville) The band is currently in the
midst of an extended hiatus. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Harry Redus-Brown also
makes a guest appearance, playing guitar on the seven minute opus
“Foxy” a shimmering triumph, that sticks to you like a deep
haunting dream. Mauro met Gena at Titwrench while performing with
Milch de la Maquina, an experimental female group, one of the side
projects she's involved in, which includes Lady Uranium (Mauro's solo
outfit) The 5 Star Motelles “an all girl garage doo wop band”
Chicharra (three female bass players and a male drummer) A new
release from Chicharra is in the works. Lady Uranium, while not as
radically experimental as Milch de la Maquina, does diverge from
Mauro's previous works. It's a vehicle for experimentation, allowing
Mauro to deconstruct the constricting concept of musical genres.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Mauro Woody is also
involved in Melanthius, which she describes as “an all wizard band”
with her brothers Brahm and Dhaveed w/ Eric Wellman. Psychedelic prog
music that brings memories of the mid-1970s rushing back for old guys
such as myself. Last but not least, Mauro also teams up with Gena
Lawson as Merma & Roberta, a harmonizing duo of Jersey housewives
with a taste for Alpaca butter and Designing Women. Fraser McAlpine
(writing for BBC America's music blog “Anglophenia”) describes
the daunting task faced by writers attempting to interpret Liz
Fraser's unique vocal style “Elizabeth's voice is the kind of
thing that forces music writers to reach for the thesaurus, eager to
find a new word to describe things that spin and wheel around in the
air like a flock of starlings” or in the case of Mauro Woody, “an
exaltation of larks” Pass me some of that Alpaca butter, I'm done
here.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">A to Z, women in
Albuquerque are doing it. That hasn't always been the case,
throughout the 1960s, 70s, 80s and into the mid-1990s women (with a
few rare exceptions) were absent from the local scene. We've since
witnessed an amazing turn about, women are now firmly planted at the
forefront of Albuquerque's local music scene. This has brought about
a shift towards more experimentation and genre bending than ever
before. Events such as the Denver based Titwrench Festival, the local
Gatas y Vatas festival (which expanded to Oakland, Ca. In 2015) ABQ
Zine Fest and venues such as The Tannex, are all spearheaded by women
bent on building not just a cohesive musical scene but an inclusive
and varied artistic community. This installment of Dirt City
Chronicles (the podcast) is the first of a triumvirate showcasing
women's contributions to 'Burque's local music scene. Three hours
that are but a sampler of the astonishing and varied music produced
by our better half. Beam me up, there is intelligent life here after
all. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Beat on my Bones- YaYa
Boom</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Broadcasting from cheap
and sunny, Albuquerque N.M.... Dirt City Chronicles. Your active rock
music podcast, streaming over the interwebs, across the USA and
around the world. “Nothing could be finer than a 49er” and I'm
not talking about football. I make it a point not to repeat songs,
but on this episode I'm throwing that self imposed rule out the
window. Untethered by convention or morality, the heart of rock &
roll is still beating. The product of the working class, chafing at
the chains of conformity cast upon us by a polarized society that is
goosestepping it's way to a bad end. I present to those who have no
fucks left to give, a soundtrack for your many moods. Repeat play as
often as necessary. </span>
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Welcome to Albuquerque” came out in 1999. That iconic double disc
set from Socyermom Records introduced a grip of music lovers to
Albuquerque's music scene and it introduced me to Electricoolade and
Frankie Medina. <span style="font-size: small;"> </span>Española N.M. The self declared
lowrider capital of the Southwest has a rock & roll musical
legacy that most New Mexicans are unaware of. Going back to the
mid-1960s, The Moving Morfomen (also known as The Morfomen) guided by
the totally self confident musical genius of Dave Rarick (an
underrated New Mexican rock & roll icon if ever there was one)
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<span style="font-size: small;">T</span>he Morfomen
weren't alone, The Defiants scored a minor regional hit with “End
of the Highway” and The Era of Sound earned their indelible slot
on 60s garage rock compilations with “The Girl in the Mini Skirt”
(Cottonmouth i.e. The Wumblies, called Española home before they set
off to find neither fortune nor fame) <span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">“<span style="font-size: small;">Everybody's doing
something...Soda riding like Pops was doing” </span>Channeling the
past and predicating the future.... displaying more swagger than
Swaggy P... Frankie Medina burst out on the local scene
with Electricoolade, an alt-rock outfit from Española that Flipside,
a “legendary” punk rock magazine once compared to The
Replacements & Elvis Costello's Attractions. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Flipside described Medina
as having “a Westerberg-ish howl and Prince like vocals” they
sorta nailed it on the Prince influence. Beyond that, the magazine's
review of Electricoolade's debut album “Super Hero” is loaded
with generalized comparisons. The anonymous author, having perused Cd
Baby's “Sounds Like” tags for inspiration (seemingly without
doing any actual research on the band) gave the album a cursory
listen and not having achieved the level of smugness usually
associated with Flipside, tossed in a jab at the city different.
“Definitely an impressive effort from four kids from Santa Fe, a
quiet town better known for its art than its music” BLAM! Santa,
you got a taste of the bitch puddin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Over at CD Universe,
Electricoolade's second album “Taste Me” didn't fare any better.
A house scribe wrote off Frankie's vocals as “Jovi-esque. He did
however give Medina and band credit for “creating well-written
music that bridges the gap between hair metal and
mainstream/alternative. It appears that the band did have some
redeeming pedestrian qualities. Check yo' self. By focusing on</span>
clichéd<span style="font-size: small;"> tags and comparisons, both these chumps totally
missed the mark. Electricoolade was a work in progress. A hyperactive
buzzsaw of guitars and influences.... fronted by one of the
coolest rock vocalists to saunter down the road since Iggy Pop his
self. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">You can take the man out
of España, but you can't take España out of the man. Too cool for
school and Santa Fe, Frankie Medina and Calida Salazar (whom he met
at a Santa Fe recording studio) set off for Austin, Tx. circa 2005. It's
been their home ever since. With Frankie on guitar and Calida on
keys, The Dirty Hearts honed the Española sound down to a razor
sharpness.... chock full-o-attitude and swagger. Following the
release of their debut ep “Five Canciones Five Pesos” and their
self titled full length debut “The Dirty Hearts” Frankie and
Calida became Austin's darlings. They netted scant attention from
major labels, though the alternative press doted over them. </span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: small;">Pigs” their second
album on Socyrmom Records was designed with success in mind, it
nonetheless failed to bust 'em out of the Austin scene. They've since
gravitated back to New Mexico (though not on a permanent basis) With
The Dirty Hearts currently on hiatus, Frankie and Calida are now
involved in a similar project, The Angel Babies, named after Rosie
Hamlin's hit tune from 1960. They have a self titled album out,
available on Band Camp. Save for Frankie dabbling in his Spanish
music roots, The Angel Babies are more an extension than a radical
departure from The Dirty Hearts. They bring the same kinetic garage
rock strut to the table that we dug about their predecessors. </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Frankie teamed up with
Keith Herrera (founder of Resin Records and former drummer for
Albuquerque punk legends, The Drags) to form The Kill Spectors, a
psyche punk duo that we can only hope we haven't heard the last from.
(Their debut single Red River Street / Live Like a Dog was produced
by popular Santa Fe musician, Jono Manson) Calida, a professional
photographer as well as musician, has some solo recordings posted on
Soundcloud. Stripped down instrumentation and vocals that echo the
singing and songwriting style of obscure and mysterious Texas folk
songstress Jasmine Star, a gal with a paper thin whisper of a voice
and an aversion to having her face photographed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Libertines in my Scene ~
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<span style="font-size: small;">Blondie ~ Bring Back Dad</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Don't Ask ~ Stabbed in the
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<span style="font-size: small;">Getting a Raise ~
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<span style="font-size: small;">Burning Bag ~ The Gracchi</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">U + M = Forever ~
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<span style="font-size: small;">High ~ Scared of Chaka</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Bad ~ Scenester</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Exile ~ The Scrams</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">No Action ~ Elevator Boys</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Sweet Justice ~ Dead Town
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<span style="font-size: small;">Song ~ Farthouse</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">We Love the Burning Silos
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An unintentional underlying
theme-o-death permeates through this episode. It's nothing to get
hung about, the overall mood remains upbeat and optimistic. “The
cold north wind is the bringer of winter, devouring one, strong and
unruly. The Zephyr by contrast is the gentlest of winds, the
messenger of spring... which we now await” Cover songs: Lousy
Robot's ethereal version of “Dead Flowers” by the Rolling Stones.
Steve Hammond's killer take on The Kinks' “Lazy Old Sun” A pair
of David Bowie covers by Leeches of Lore (Life on Mars) and Pink
Freud (Ziggy Stardust) from the David Bowie tribute show at the
Launchpad in Albuquerque on March 4, 2016.
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Let me tell you about Pink Freud.... as
the name may suggest, they're a Pink Floyd cover band. There also
appears to be two versions of the band according to their FB page.
Pink Freud Southwest includes Rachel Ross, Chuck Hawley both N.M.
music stalwarts, as well as Doug Bellen and Mikey Jaramillo. Pink
Freud Midwest (based in Chicago) includes Carlos Del Real, Mike
Marten, Julie Leuck, Gordon Patriarca. Vocalist Tony Orant ties
things together by playing in both versions. There's yet another Pink
Freud out there. This one is a jazz fusion band based in Poland,
totally unrelated to the U.S. band(s). They don't do Pink Floyd
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Jen Olive splits her time between
'Burque, Los Angeles and England. Jen's latest album “The Breaks”
features Andy Partridge (XTC), Mikey Rowe (keyboards, Sheryl Crow),
Rob Brian (drummer, Siouxsie Sioux) just to name a few. Jen's
previous venture, Warm Robot resulted in two releases, both on
Apehouse Records, one in collaboration in Andy Partridge. All Music
gave it a glowing review: “there's almost an echo of the lush
textures and quiet elegance of early Butterfly Child (or even the
Cocteau Twins!)” Boy Howdy! Her debut “Jen Olive” released in
2006 is self described as “nine
poorly-recorded-but-someday-worth-lots-of-money masterpieces. A
collector's item for sure”</div>
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Though we are blessed with a
preponderance of talented women on the local music scene, there's
always room for more... add Star Canyon's Cecilia McKinnon to the
list. Multi-layered dream pop filtered through the glint of an
oppressive sun reflecting off the sandy landscape. Echoing Mazzy
Star/Hope Sandoval, Star Canyon consists of Cecilia
McKinnon-vocals,guitar and Ben Martinez- percussion “Star Canyon is
your guide to love songs for the post-apocalypse and other bad road
trips” Lacking in wit, I lifted that description from their FB
page. “Cheap Trick” Star Canyon's latest album was released in
2015. Their debut album, “Star Canyon” in 2013. Both are
available at Bandcamp.
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Anarcho Punk Folk.... is an apt
descriptor for the musical trend of combining a punk ethos with
unique folk instrumentation. Originally just Alex DenBaars and Beth
Hansen working as a ukele and flute duo... unconventional instruments
not usually associated with Punk or the Straight Edge movement. From
those humble origins Arroyo Deathmatch has evolved into a five piece
“hardcore-and-metal-influenced experimental anarcho folk band”
Alex-vocals, Beth-flute,vocals Jett-washboard, Matt-
bejota~accordion, Cameron upright-grandjo. “Evil folk for evil
folks” Stubbornly acoustic, stubbornly sober, stubbornly honest...
sworn to an ideal, totally committed to lighting a fire under your
ass.
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The music grips you. The distance
between performer and audience is totally negated. Alex's fully
throttled vocals force the listener to listen. No escaping or
ignoring what's in your face. With every song, Arroyo Deathmatch
builds to a seemingly chaotic crescendo, that is anything but.
They're as tight as the Mothers of Invention. No shoe gazing
aloofness, no jam band doodling. They electrify, without the use of
electricity. The bejota is an instrument of their own invention. It
sorta looks like an over sized banjo, but it ain't no banjo. For
starters, it only has two strings. The grandjo on the other hand also
looks like a big banjo, but its role within the group is similar to
an upright bass.
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Starting in 2009, Alex and Beth were
accompanied by conventional instruments: guitar, fiddle and cello
(Calen, Danny, Jes respectively) a lineup that held up through their
first two albums, “Burned on Fire” and “Ballad of a Dead Dog”
Their third album “Suffer the Weak” “represents the phase in
history when Arroyo Deathmatch was a duo project” “May Demo
2011” saw the addition of the formidable Leon on drums and Twig on
washboard. The split release w/Days N Daze kept that lineup in place.
“All of Them Witches” marked the debut of Matt and the mighty
bejota. “Through the Fear of It” introduced us to Jett on
washboard. Cameron on the grandjo came on board for “Hidden
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“Funny people making dead-serious
music” Alex Denbaars also heads up The Goathead Record Collective.
A “non-hierarchical, independent, folk and punk record collective”
Formed with the goal of “providing access to recording equipment
and sound engineers free of charge to local bands” Some local
artists with Goathead connections include, Arroyo Deathmatch, The
Leaky Faces, Vassar Bastards, Saugwa and Bird Friend. Chatterbox &
The Latter Day Satanists from Colorado and Days N Daze from Texas.
You won't find Tom Dooley hanging 'round these parts.... this ain't
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Foster's Lager, Luc Longley,
Cameron Bairstow or Hugh Greenwood.... nope. Guitarist Nathan Bickley is hands
down the best Australian import to inhabit the Duke City. Bickley,
co-host (alongside Ashley Veve Rammelsburg) of “Blowing Up” “the
podcast about anything relevant for more than one second” arrived
in Albuquerque (UNM in particular) by way of Norway, Venezuela and
Australia. He graduated Summa Cum Laude with a BA in psychology from
UNM in 2009. While his academic credentials are top notch, Nathan
Bickley also has a knack for droning lo-fi psychedelic electronica
that reminds one of an updated version of the “Dunedin Sound” associated with New
Zealand's Flying Nun Records.
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When it comes to music, Nathan has been
busier than a one legged man at a Dance Dance Revolution contest.
Constructing a timeline is difficult, on account that Bickley's
musical ventures and the musicians involved often intersect and
overlap one another. In no particular order here's a list of Nathan's
projects: Small Flightless Birds (Nathan, James Sturgis,Will Bryne,
Bon Baca) CanyonLands (Nathan, James Sturgis, Bon Baca, Adeline
Murthy, Mark Campagna) Smoke Rings (Nathan, James Sturgis) The
Gatherers (Nathan, James Sturgis, David Ramon, Bon Baca, Leigh
Scariano) Ballets/Spice Boyz (Nathan, James Sturgis, Bon Baca, Andy
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As you've probably gathered, James
Sturgis is the one constant other than Bickley. Everything builds around Sturgis' mostly indecipherable vocals and the guitar interaction between Bickley and Sturgis is oh so sweet. Ballets and CanyonLands have
segued into Spice Boyz for some reason... same personnel. Bickley has
also recorded under the alias of Daffodil Megasaurus. Train Conductor
on the other hand consists of many of the musicians working with
Nathan.... but, not Nathan. We could conclude that it's all just
CanyonLands under different guises.... except there's just enough
distinction between the varying projects to rule that out. Don't get
me wrong, I'm not complaining. The more Nathan Bickley and James
Sturgis, the better off we all are. Music by all bands mentioned is
available for streaming on Bandcamp and Soundcloud.
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Life on Mars ~ Leeches of Lore</div>
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I Can't Show You ~ CanyonLands</div>
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Failure Isn't Free ~ Arroyo Deathmatch
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“<span style="font-size: small;">The heavens themselves
blaze forth the death of princes” or as the case be, Prince. The
world mourns the passing of music's second most enigmatic celebrity
(surpassed only by Jacko) He was totally fucking cool and bad
ass....an exaggerated foppish mini-pimp decked out in puffy sleeves
and every shade of purple imaginable. I gotta say though, I was never
a huge fan. As for his status as musical genius, lest we forget, the
Love Symbol formerly known as Prince, followed up “Purple Rain”
(a trite, quasi-biographical musical, chock full-o- drama for yo'
mama and bad acting) with the much maligned “Under the Cherry Moon”
(a self indulgent, pretentious clunker, filmed in black &
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<span style="font-size: small;">Prince Rogers Nelson was a
revolutionary figure in music (less so in film) and his first five
albums alone would have secured him a place in the annals of American
music. “Purple Rain” however was what ultimately transformed
Prince from a cult favorite into an unstoppable musical force.
Burning him deep onto the psyche of music lovers worldwide. “Purple
Rain” struck a nerve but after “Under the Cherry Moon” he was
dishing out mediocrity as an </span>entrée. Not that Prince wasn't
on his game. He wrote chart busters for himself and others, boosting
the careers of a handful of artists. (Nothing Compares 2 U by Sinéad
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Prince's performance at Super Bowl XLI
in 2007 was electrifying. (the bar for halftime entertainment having
been set quite low..... Up With People, Tops in Blue, Aerosmith, the
Janet Jackson / Justin Timberlake wardrobe malfunction) Opening with
a thunderous refrain from Queen's “We Will Rock You” under storm
clouds, then seguing into a muscular arena rock take on “Let's Go
Crazy” The crowd rushed the love symbol stage platform in a
scripted frenzy. Prince effortlessly worked in covers of Proud Mary,
All Along the Watch Tower and The Foo Fighters' Best of You before
closing with a rousing version of Purple Rain complete with audience
sing-a-long. Shine on you crazy diamond.
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It's rumored that he left enough
recorded music behind to release an album per year through the foreseeable future. Here's hoping that's nothing more than wishful
thinking. Prince released at least 39 albums while alive, few of
those albums are still compelling. While prolific, Prince Rogers was
also the king of indulgent doodling. I'd hasten to bet that hundreds
of hours spent hunkered down at Paisley Park (an unyielding big box
monolith jotting out of the prairie in Chanhassen, MN.) didn't
necessarily result in a treasure trove of killer tunes. The Prince is
dead and the lesson we should all come away with is simply this;
Prayer has few if any medicinal properties. If you're deathly ill...
go see a doctor.
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