In this edition: Robert Plant, of Montreal, Black Mountain, Megadeth, Lower Dens, Common Grackle, Screaming Females, ARP, Gov’t Mule and Sonny & The Sunsets
Face it, some men are just more powerful than others. They command attention everywhere they go, intimidate the weak and sport-fuck like champions. And if they also make rock ‘n’ roll, well, they’re that much cooler. Alpha Dog Week will salute some of these hirsute stallions with double shots that highlight their musky mojo. We can think of no better way to begin than with Ted Nugent, who’s been trampling like a six-string buffalo across this great land for over four decades, manhandling the wet ‘n’ willing and trouncing his enemies. Here’s a vintage great and a more recent rager that show Uncle Ted at his best. For more on The Nuge, check out one of Dennis’ favorite conversations ever. You gotta appreciate a man who, according to that interview, “rocks his balls into a firestorm every night.”
We return with the second half of our end-of-summer AOR celebration. These are artists the mainstream swears by but generally doesn’t dig much deeper than their best known singles. It’s a pity that familiarity has such a grip on programmers because there’s so damn much great music inside the often vast catalogues of these establishment acts.
In round two we give ya double shots from The Kinks and Macca, a Dr. John tune from 1968 that’s eerily prescient for today’s social climate, more AC/DC and Thin Lizzy because it’s good for you, something besides Garden Party from Rick Nelson’s under-appreciated early 70s final hurrah, and we conclude with a song cool enough for Pavement to cover but not for FM radio to slot in. As always, we hope you dig the archival spelunking we’ve done and hope you pass this along to anyone you think might appreciate it and the Impound in general. Thanks, y’all!
Lineup: Lionize; Pigeons Playing Ping Pong; DJ Iggz; Joe Keyes “The Late Bloomer” and the Late Bloomer Band; Shook; Fivestock; Vasudeva; Lion Turf; DJ Bohfunk; Erothyme; The Silo Effect
From time to time Dirty Impound will dive head first into the warm waters of hardcore classic rock. This time it’s a two-part mega-mix that concludes next week in honor of summer’s end (the first day of Autumn is September 23rd). But instead of tunes you’ve heard a zillion times (I’m looking at you Jumping Jack Flash and Pinball Wizard!), we’re gonna burrow into the catalogues of bands whose AOR bona fides is long ago cemented and bring you under-appreciated nugs. The timidity of most commercial program directors and the indie myopia of most public radio DJs mean a lot of great music just goes unheard. We’re gonna rectify that.
Your first 25-track salvo includes double shots from two primo bands poorly served by radio (Bad Company, The Babys), a tiny taste of the vast untapped resource of forgotten 70s acts (Stray), a Beach Boys killer not written by a Wilson brother (it’s by Ricky Fataar, who some may know from The Rutles), a rare Crowes b-side and the original version of Jet Airliner that Steve Miller ripped off. Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em, and feel free to pass this along to anyone you think might appreciate it.
Evidence suggests that after 34 years most bands aren’t putting out their best material anymore. This is happily not so, in a big way, for Los Lobos, who’ve turned in one of their best with Tin Can Trust (released August 3). It’s an album of ripe textures and undulating grooves, with heavier currents mixed in so smoothly they sneak up on you. It compares favorably with earlier standouts like Kiko, Good Morning Aztlán, The Neighborhood and Colossal Head, and reaffirms the band as an original with a still-restless urge to break new ground, even as they shore up their past strengths.
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The soundtrack for this reopening shindig was Apollo Sunshine and Big Light, as adventurous and rawly pleasurable a pairing as one might hope to find. Each approaches rock as a fun house to explore and they pull one along with impossible to resist fervor. Though their styles differ, there’s a kindred current running underneath each that makes a sometimes well-worn genre burst with color and foot stomping energy.
Well, plans are made and plans change. Our camping in Yosemite turned into a hotel room in Stockton.