God, gripes, groping and guitars! Alliteration, fuck yeah!
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[amtap amazon:asin=B0040T7C94] It would be easy to pass off former Tokens keyboardist and Jersey City native Stephen Friedland’s supernova solo debut under the moniker Brute Force as a novelty album. After all, it certainly harbors many of the earmarks of such, especially when you come across songs with titles like Tapeworm of Love and To Sit On A Sandwich when perusing the track list. However, to place I, Brute Force – Confections of Love alongside such jokey fare of its time as Bobby “Boris” Pickett’s Monster Mash and Allan Sherman’s Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah would be discounting the pure majesty of this lost treasure of 1967. Produced by the esteemed John Simon — who worked on such milestone recordings as The Band’s Music from Big Pink, Leonard Cohen’s Songs From A Room and Big Brother and the Holding Company’s Cheap Thrills — I, Brute Force is an insanely catchy tapestry of orchestral pop that might remind one of Scott Walker with a strong sense of humor, evident on such soaring numbers as In Jim’s Garage, No Olympian Height and As Long As My Song Lives.
Bad Religion, Neil Young, The Black Angels, Deerhunter, Acorn Project, Swans, Floored By Four and DMX Krew.
Next week the Impound takes the highway to its favorite little music festival of them all, Las Tortugas – Dance of the Dead. Set amongst tall, green trees at a delightful lodge near Yosemite, CA, Tortugas isn’t just a reminder of what great music made by real musicians sounds like, it’s a reminder of what’s good about human beings. It’s also a hell of a party, where freak flags lay tattered by weekend’s close but no one is complaining about anything except having to leave this raucous oasis. Las Tortugas V will feature 7 Walkers, The Mother Hips, ALO, Yonder Mountain String Band and close to 30 more acts. See the full lineup here, and if you haven’t made plans for your Halloween weekend, there’s still tickets available.
This mix presents some of the artists playing the fest alongside some road music to give folks headed over Highway 50 (or those wishing they were) a soundtrack as we prepare for another shared adventure October 28-31.
The ladies flow like water through the songs of the Ryan Montbleau Band, a constant source of inspiration to their leader, even if sometimes they make him feeling like he’s drowning. They flit in & out of the tunes on Heavy On The Vine, the band’s quite charming new release, which slots in nicely next to the work of Jack Johnson, Donavon Frankenreiter and other contemporary purveyors of easy to like pop. However, one element that sets Montbleau apart from the pack is a dark wit that occasionally surfaces in his lyrics, sometimes prompted by the females of the species. With that in mind, we offer you a bit of Ryan’s Dirty mind.
[amtap amazon:asin=B003XMKN8Q] Put bluntly, you’re missing out if you aren’t intimately familiar with the music of Rory Gallagher. The greatest electric bluesman Ireland ever produced, Gallagher’s name should be mentioned in quick succession with Stevie Ray Vaughan and Eric Clapton but such is the world’s general ignorance that Gallagher remains a beloved cult figure rather than a household name – admired beyond reason by musicians like Slash, Johnny Marr, Shooter Jennings and myriad others, and adored by his fans in a way that transcends superlatives. Despite passing in 1995, it would be hard to find blues rock more vibrant and relevant than his, and this new compilation of performances culled from three appearances between 1971-1972 on the German TV program Beat Club arrives like an early book in Gallagher’s gospel, a distortion touched, freight train barreling set of scripture that further confirms his place in the pantheon.
Weller Week comes to a close two examples of Paul Weller’s succinct brilliance. The man gets more done in about three minutes than the vast majority of songwriters could ever hope to.
NYC’s Leroy Justice reaffirms one’s faith in rock ‘n’ roll. They aren’t out trying to reinvent anything, but instead choose to refine and rework rock’s best traits, and it’s impossible to miss their enjoyment at sculpting songs and then bashing them around in front of friends & strangers.
The group’s 2009 sophomore slab The Loho Sessions — produced by John Siket, who’s manned consoles for Phish, Sonic Youth, moe. and more – is an end-to-end winner that feels like a friend as you let their truth seeking, goddamn real tunes past your personal armor. Put ‘em on a stage and they exude the same kind of roughshod authenticity, musicians whose fruits are born from active engagement with life, unhindered in the long run by all the bad breaks, skinny wallets and untrustworthy confidants. On some level, Leroy Justice’s music is about how one smiles in the face of it all and how we might leave behind all the garbage we drag around in our heads and hearts.