Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Doggy Style

I loved the Sheepdogs. Then for a while I was kinda annoyed with them because it felt like they were blowing up too quickly and it was all going to their heads.

However, then I started hearing things from their new album, and I loved them again.

Why can't I quit you?

-Hide me from the dying and reveal me to the dead

Friday, August 24, 2012

Happy Friday

'Lil something to help you smooth it out until the end of the day.

-You forgot to say hello and I'd already said goodbye

Monday, August 13, 2012

Oh, Norway

You're just so strange sometimes. Still... I do love you.  Far too many amazing bands have been birthed from your britches and today, we'll discuss another little bundle of joy that you popped out years ago and I only started listening to months ago.

We'll talk about Turbonegro. This band is a bit of an enigma. To listen to their sound (especially the new stuff), you'd think you're swilling beers in the diviest bars in the world, hanging out with firemen and talking about manly, gruff things like coal mining and muscle cars.  However, to then see this band live, you can fall in love with a whole new side of them - their over the top, glam-rock, flamboyant cross dressing side. The band can truly be summed up as an awkward union of those two styles - like burly truck drivers infused with a healthy dose of all-male strip club and just a touch of Clockwork Orange.

But I digress, this isn't a fashion blog, it's a music blog (and not a very good one at that). Formed in 1989, Turbonegro has formed a sound and style all their own over their 2 decades together. Self proclaimed "deathpunk" their sound and presence draws a lot on bands like KISS, Ramones, Iggy Pop,  Bowie and Alice Cooper - if any of those groups could muster the kind of gruff, chain-smoking, vocal depth of front man Hank von Helvete (and now, new frontman, Tony Sylvester).

  -If you're gonna be confused, take it out on someone else

Monday, August 6, 2012

Lasers Coming Out Yer Eyes

It's a holiday Monday, but for some ungodly reason I'm still working.  As such, I felt it only appropriate to take some time and bugger off to write about music.  That said, it's a holiday Monday, so I'm probably going to do a pretty shit job.

I'll level with you, I know next to nothing about DZ Deathrays, however, I've been digging on them a lot lately.  They're from Brisbane, Australia and while their recordings have thick layers of drum, keys, guitars, bass and vocals, from all accounts, I think they're a 2 piece. Sounding a bit like a DFA1979 or Andrew WK, their sound comes off as something like a distorted, organ-heavy, electronic rock-dance party.  In other words, I have absolutely no idea how to categorize this band.

However, here is a category for you: file under "fucking awesome."

-I'm not raising hell... I'm taming it

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Clap, clap, clap

Seldom would I post about a band twice in such a short timespan (barring my near obsession with some people), however, when a band does fast, good work, I believe it should go noted. Particularly because the Boyd brothers are awesome, however, also because SEO is just making solid music (and no, we are not talking about search engine optimization today).

Back in May, Stella Ella Ola released a quick EP filled with short, catchy, fun pop songs. The songs were good, however, one could tell that they were early days - the recordings were pretty grainy and the songs were simple, in both a good way and bad. However, in a mere handful of months, it is interesting to see the rapid evolution of this group (and fitting, considering the cover of EP #2?). Already, the songs are becoming more thought out, more full and the group tighter, more confident and more focused.

What matters though is that you can head over to their bandcamp page and get both EPs for free... so there is really no reason you should still be reading this.  Seriously... wasting your time. And mine... I'm sitting here still writing this while I should be working. Yup, look at me go. Typing away on my big 'ol typing machine. Why I could type for hours you know. They say typing is bad for a man's fingers, however, good for a man's soul. I'm not sure if this was referring to an earlier time, a simpler time, when typing was done on mechanica typewriters, or if our souls really do benefit from computers and the advent of the internet. I suppose this is a greater philosophical conundrum than we have time (insight and overall intelligence) to deal with here.

You were warned.

-Show him the depths of his mind, take back the reaps of his find