Tuesday, October 31, 2006


The PLO isn't dead, it's just sleeping. After the whole "Rapidshare-flushed-50-albums-worth-of-links-down-the-toilet" debacle, I'm still trying to figure out who to trust with my data. In the meantime, I'll be burning some of my good stuff to disc for postings starting in a couple weeks. I'll take suggestions about good file hosting sites if you've got 'em.

Friday, October 20, 2006

If There's Something Here You'd Like To Keep, You'd Better Grab It Fast

My Rapidshare account must have expired as they made the change to their new server. It looks like I'll never be able to access my old account again, meaning that my links will all disappear in a couple of weeks. Grab 'em now, rockers, they'll not be here long.


Naughty Girl

Lori Burton - Breakout

Lori Burton is a naughty girl. She sings songs about doing bad, bad things. And she sings them with a tough sounding New York snarl.

Ah, hell. She was probably a rich girl from Long Island. And probably a good half-generation older than the Shangri-Las and the other girl groups. Maybe even married with kids. Still, she rocks.

This is a late period girl group monster. Soul vocals, heavy production, good stuff. The vinyl rip is kind of low recording level, but should play OK.


Wednesday, October 18, 2006

The LA Blues

Rising Sons

The Rising Sons were an early LA group that included Taj Mahal and Ry Cooder. They were signed to Columbia about the same time as the Byrds, but their album was rejected, and the band disappeared. Too bad for them.

You can hear why this album wasn't released at the time. It was very bluesy, at a time when that wasn't cool. This album straddles folk, rock, blues, and even country influences in a way that would have been hot about two years later, but was flat bizarre when it was recorded. That, and Taj Mahal hadn't quite mastered pitch control yet. Although, to be fair, he probably didn't get much of a chance to fix the vocals in the studio, either.

The first time I heard this, mostly I heard Taj going on and off key. The more I listened, though, the better this got. Now, I consider this to be one of my favorites of the era, easily the equal of better regarded garage records. I think it kicks the shit out of the Butterfield Blues Band, for instance.


The Proto-Fonzie?

Stud Cole - Burn Baby Burn

Stud Cole was about the last of the rockabilly cats, making singles into the mid-to-late '60's. By that time, it must have been hard to find a band willing or able to put down a convincing hickerbilly thump. So instead, he hired the stoners down the block.

The result could be a great crash-up of 50's and 60's styles. Sort of like the Gino Washington stuff. It falls a bit short, though.

There are some points where the band coughs up a cool garage menace, but Stud's C-minus vocals always bring them back to earth. If you like really weird, give this a try. If you like technique and style, give it a pass.


Thursday, October 12, 2006

Local band makes good

The New Tweedy Bros!

This is maybe the first private press psych album I ever got my hands on, and one of the best. The Bros were from Portland, and headed down to 'Frisco to catch the wave of record co hype of '66-'67. They didn't.

But what they did do was record an album that stands a whisker below the classics from the time. Start with that happy jug-band groove of the Spoonful, add in a little Grape and Springfield, and a jigger of good ol' early GD experiment, and you've got a pretty neat lil platter. Each song has a little different feel, keeping it feeling fresh.

The songwriting is not super strong, and the singing is a little bland, keeping it a bit off from the classics. I'll give it 4 1/2 out of 5.

Start with track 4 if you don't believe me. It's pretty neat.


Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Post some Heldon records, bloggers

Richard Pinhas - East West

I've been silent here for a couple days. Rapidshare has been bouncing me out for some reason. They seem to be up and running OK today, though.

This is a solo record from the guy from the French band Heldon. If you haven't heard them, you really should. They were a monster. Nice combo of synths and acoustic instruments. Sort of a proto-Spiritualized, without the Phil Spector bombastic stuff.

I've seen this one get panned here and there, but I disagree. It is much more toward the electronic end of the Heldon balance, but that is not a bad thing. Much like Cluster, this record seems to be bridging the gap between the 70's electronic music ghetto and the 80's synth pop sound. It's certainly worth a listen if you dig the Moog like I dig the Moog.

Part of the reason for this post is to continue to beg other bloggers to put up the Heldon records. The late and lamented Archigram had the second and fourth ones. Maybe the rest of you could help me out with the others. Heldon never existed in the states, so I can't find them anywhere.

Thanks, rockers.


Friday, October 06, 2006

Hippies suck

Danny Ben-Israel - The Kathmandu Sessions

This record is made up of sessions from 1968 to 1970 that were unreleased at the time. Ben-Israel was one of Israel's (the country, that is) best psychedelic rockers. His released album, Bullshit 3/4, is a monster of weirdness.

This one is not perfect. The first six tracks are a mixture of meander and pretty good. Sounding like rehearsals more than releases. Number seven seals the deal, though. The Hippies of Today Are the Assholes of Tomorrow is a good candidate for my favorite title ever. The track almost lives up to that billing. It's lots of fun, and worth the download by itself.


I've got no idea what's going on

Doctors of Madness - Part 2

This is the second lp of the US issue of both Doctors of Madness lp's. Unless there are some single tracks missing, this plus my other post is their entire output. Since the album jacket, the record labels, and AMG all have slightly different ideas about what is where, I'm honestly not sure how these tracks align with the original British lp issues.

Like the other DoM post a couple weeks ago, this is a more-punky-than-usual late glam album. It reminds me a lot of Cockney Rebel, but less whiny and fey. Dig it.


Wednesday, October 04, 2006

The Human Horn

Shooby Taylor - Unreleased Recordings

Sometimes eccentric private recordings can feel kind of exploitative. For example, listening to a Wesley Willis record feels a bit like making fun of the mentally ill, and accordingly, not very much fun. But Shooby Taylor seems to be in on the joke.

Shooby rented a studio sometime in the 1980's, and scatted his brains out over twenty tracks of karaoke canned Casio music. His scat bore no resemblance to Ella Fitzgerald. He was sort of the Albert Ayler of scat. Which kicks total ass.

((Side note - that MIJ record Anonymous wanted is posted here: http://fat-pam.blogspot.com/2006/09/mij-yodeling-astrologer-us-psych-folk.html. Fat Pam is on the ball, saving me an hour of upload time. Thanks, FP.))

Shooby ain't no piker, he can scat up a melody all night long. His syllables are fricken dope, too. He goes into stuff like "buppiebuppiebuppieshoodaliebeebop" which sounds like it sucks but it does not.

Honestly, I usually hate scat jazz singing. I love this, though. It can bring a smile and a chuckle to the most pissed off day. If you haven't heard this, grab it, you'll be glad you did.


Sunday, October 01, 2006


Let's get pataphysical

From the One That Cut You - Fred Lane

Here's (sort of) another one of those Nurse With Wound list rarities the kids go nuts over. Fred Lane is T.R. Reid, who is a sculptor turned crooner. His band, Ron Pate's Debonairs, appears on the CD and the aforementioned list.

Before I had any idea about any of those NWW wonders, except maybe Beefheart and Zappa, I stumbled across this one in the local record store. It walks a thin line between pleasingly weird and silly, and too goddam weird and silly to be entertaining. Nearly twenty years after I first got it, I still like it, so it walks that line well.

This is the second of two Shimmy Discs for Fred. The first, which I'm guessing was a later recording, is better recorded and more song oriented. This one seems kind of home recorded, and way off the deep-end into free jazz big band skronk.

If one of you could point me at the Ron Pate album, I'd be forever grateful. That'd go double for a share of the unreleased third Fred Lane album.



The sincerest form of flattery

People - Ceremony

This album is a Japanese orchestrated attempt at putting a Buddhist ceremony to music, I guess. Not speaking Japanese or being a Buddhist, I've got to take someone else's word for it.

What I can vouch for is that this album sounds *exactly* like the stuff David Axelrod was doing under his name and with the Electric Prunes. A couple places are direct melody rips. If you like that stuff, you'll like this. Period.


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