Given their moniker, not to mention the swirly flower-thingys adorning the sleeve, it would be hard not to get the impression that The Acid Drops weren't steeped in Nuggets-esque psychedelia. Granted that's largely the case, this British troupe were also attuned to what their Rickenbacker-friendly contemporaries were up to, particularly the Soup Dragons and Mighty Lemon Drops. "She Laughed Out Loud" sports no shortage of fuzzy, garage-induced moxie, but it's flip "Deep Sea Dream" would have been a shoo-in for the fabled C86 compilation (about to see reissue btw), had the Drops been invited two years prior. Capping things off is "Rush," a surfy but unremarkable instrumental.
A. She Laughed Out Loud
B1. Deep Sea Dream
I just wanted to acknowledge what some of you have pointed out in the last day or two. Presently, none of the files I have stored via Netkups are available. If you're experience is anything like mine, you've been greeted with "Please try again layer" immediately after selecting the file. As annoying as this is, it's even more egregious in light of a spate of ongoing issues I've had with them all year. To give you a little bit of background, my original file-hoster of choice for almost six years (Rapidshare) gave my entire account the boot in January of 2013, without any warning or explanation. Netkups seemed like a reliable option, and they have accommodated me ever since, but in addition to a myriad of technical glitches, they have aggressively been deleting any content that hasn't been accessed in over 30 days. Not the most unreasonable stance on their end perhaps, but I've shared no less than 1500 files since Wilfully Obscure came online in 2007. This has translated into the ceaseless and Sisyphean task of restoring dozens of files every week, based mostly on your thoughtful requests which I have done my best to keep pace with.
In a nutshell, I believe Netkups' current malady will be rectified, but I clearly need a more reliable file hoster. Zippyshare seems tolerant of "sharity" sites like mine, but they don't offer anything better than Netkup's 30-day window of file access, which means I'll continue to be rolling "the rock" uphill as I have been in recent months. Mediafire was an option until 2013 when they deleted the content of several music blogs that I had regarded as being on the up and up. I don't really care for DivShare, Mega requires passwords for everything, and I'm not about to try my luck with Rapidshare again. Will probably give Zippyshare a whirl, but if you have some better suggestions (even if it means paying a modest monthly fee for file hosting) I'm all ears. Thanks for sticking around.
Well, it looks like I'm overdue for one of my famous "letter mixes," considering the last one made it on here a good nine months ago. Adhering to the
same theme as my preceding "D" "H" "O" "P" "B" and "G" folder mixes, this 20 song garbage plate of disparate artists have only one thing in common -
the first letter of their respective names. In fact, no
consideration has been given to genre. For almost every complete album I
have by an artist on my hard drive, I store just as many random one-off
songs by artists I don't have a dedicated folder to. These random
one-offs have been corralled into "letter folders" A through Z. As was
the case with the previous entries I'm not going to publish the
track list, but I'm about to drop several hints to give you an idea of
what's about to gobble up 78 megs or so of your hard precious drive space.
As the nature of these letter mixes go, there is an abundance of covers. Some of the interpreters this around include Emm Gryner, Electric Frankenstein, Ensign, Everready and Elf Power (please note that two of these hitmakers cover none other than Husker Du!). The Ecstasy of Saint Theresa do one of my favorite dream-pop songs ever, Eric Bachmann of Archers of Loaf goes acoustic on us, there's garage rock from upstate New York, circa 1966, from the Ex-Cels, EESCH bop us over the head with a pop-punk slammer, there's emo from obscuros Eat People, as well as my Eurogliders song of choice. Okay, enough hints - get downloading already! http://netkups.com/?d=e6a33e024b5f6
I can't profess to having much knowledge about Purple Ivy Shadows, but I'll be damned if this isn't a great disk for the hammock. Groomed on Grandaddy? Wound-up on Wilco? Tangled up in Tengo? If you answered "yes" to any of the above you'll probably savor White Electric, a rich, resonating amalgam of electric and acoustic persuasions. This was PIS's second album, which found them hovering closer to the Americana side of the fence than their debut, No Less the Trees Than the Stars, suggested. Contemplative text and abundant texture is what this one's about, and aside from it's overarching, easy-does-it tenor, White Electric does offer a few heady sonic swells in the guise of "Along" and "City."
You have to feel hella sorry for any band who's been consistently hungwith the albatross of sounding like dead ringers for another, and frankly, more renown group. Invariably, in the case of Connections, that spot-on comparison is Guided By Voices, who this new Columbus aggregation strike me as being utterly besotted with. Lucky for them, they harken back to a time when Dayton's finest were truly...well, fine. For those of us who climbed aboard the S.S. Pollard circa Bee Thousand we were able to bear witness to a GBV that was both cult and classic, whereas these days it often feels like we're just being pummeled by the former (a half-dozen times a year no less).
Connections frontman Kevin Elliott is a prodigious hybrid of Robert Pollard and Tobin Sprout, and his quintet bears the acumen to give due deference to both on their twin long-players, Private Airplane and Body Language, issued in 2012 and 2013 respectfully via Anyway Records. Connections ramp up the "classic" GBV rosters' "lo-fidelity" to a negligibly more polished "mid" hue, doubling down on the feedback and clangy clamor while they're at it. And unlike Pollard and Co, the band's set list acquiesces to songs exceeding past the two minute mark. In fact, Airplanes' "Nightwatch" and "Total Carpool" spark just the visceral charge we should still be expecting from you know who, but Connections revivalist inclinations are buttressed with a noisepop spin of their own design as well. Delish.
Year One is a CD and digital release that compiles Private Airplane, Body Language, and a
four-song EP, Tough City, in their
entirety.Amounting to 32 songs in the
span of seventy minutes, a straight-through listen will either prove daunting,
or in my case, downright blissful. Vinyl copies of both full lengths are available from Midheaven. You can get your digital fix there as well, or if you prefer, Bandcamp and all the other usualsuspects.
And if the Connections weren't enough of a find, there's even more fresh blood from the state that's HI in the middle and round at both ends. If anything else, the co-ed WV White are a band of varying degrees. In fact, whistling
organ fills and buzzy bass lines are the only concomitant threads hemming the bulk of West Virginia White's ten selections together. Tyler Travis's spoke/sung vocals are afflicted with a faint quiver, suggesting a more together Conor Oberst, and go that much further in defining WV's penchant. Additionally, the band sports a Pavement-esque level of enthusiasm, without completely relenting to the Malkmus/Kannberg slack attack. And speaking of all things indie and iconic, West Virgina White's
opening salvo "Allison Laper, Pregnant," commences with a bedrock of
grainy, J Mascis-y guitar squall, only to be paired with said churning
organs and Travis's golden throat in a matter of seconds.
asserted, this four-piece is all about variance - a melodic and
relatively muscular nugget like "Ford Mustang" is soon
succeeded by a chilled-out piano ballad (see "Cockroaches"). There's an enormous amount that falls in between these two realms, and WV White navigate this not-so-deep divide artfully. West Virginia White is available on wax from Midhaven, and can be streamed and purchased digitally here.
...the first various artists album to occupy the coveted Mystery Monday slot. Yay. I can see you're just as stoked as I am, but seriously, this features a whopping 40 acts/songs. This mid-90s compilation plays out as a veritable who's who of indie-pop/cuddlecore/twee hopefuls circa the Clinton-era. Just as a teaser, here are a few of the participants: Cub, Orange Cake Mix, Superdrag, Elf Power - and that's just on the first disk! Bon appetit. http://netkups.com/?d=dc55bc2ef3793
I was going to cut my Little Hits retrospectives off at the third installment, posted back in November of last year, but the "series" (for lack of a better word) proved to be popular with you, plus there were a few more inches from that reel which I felt warranted further exposure. If you're new to what I'm referring to, Little Hits was an unrelated music blog that preceded mine, largely dedicated to left-off-the-dial indie rock obscurities circa the
1980s. It turned me onto to at least a dozen top-shelf acts from yesteryear, and left such a profound impression on me, I
decided to throw my cap into the blogosphere ring with Wilfully Obscure. Throughout the latter part of 2013 I began sharing self-curated compilations
of some of the music I downloaded during
Little Hits 2005-2009 reign. Since I can't get to everything in depth on these pages, I'm at least able to pitch some Cliff's Notes your way.
This installment skews heavily to the power pop realm, with exemplary selections from such traditional practitioners as Clovis Roblaine, The Finders, Jacks, The Bobalouis and Spaghetti Western, all worth their weight in strummy, jangly gold. There's also the swarmy "new south" sensibilities of Matthew Sweet's pre-solo endeavor Buzz of Delight, a single from a very early incarnation of the dB's, not to mention a memento from Sarah Records stablemates Action Painting! On top of all that you get tunes by unheralded, college radio combos like Nixon's Head, Band of Outsiders, and The Passions. The superlatives and accolades could go on forever, but I'll just let you get to the music. The full menu is provided below, and make sure to check out the first three chapters of my Little Hits anthologies here, here, and over here.
Action Painting! - These Things Happen Band Of Outsiders - Dutch Girl Concern Buzz of Delight - I've Got Gold Chris Stamey and the dBs - (I Thought) You Wanted To Know Clovis Roblaine - Fall All Over Me Fischer-Z - Marliese Nixon's Head - I Like You Passions - Strange Affair Sister Ray - Yellow With Black Lace Spaghetti Western - What Are Friends For The Bobalouis - Not A Second Chance The Finders - Which Way The Jacks - It's Not True The Modern Minds - Theresa's World The Tours - Tourist Information
By popular demand, I was able to find another Angst album for all of you who were apparently floored with the Mystery Spot LP I shared a few weeks ago. So far, I've only had one concerted listen invested in Mending Wall, but holy shit, the commencing "Some Things (I Can't Get Used To)" is a surging, melodic indie-rock salvo if I've ever heard one! While nothing else on this platter holds a candle to that beaut, Mending... is at least reliable in the lackadaisical, homegrown confines Angst chose to situate themselves in. Wonder what the experts at Trouser Press had to say about this one? Wonder no more:
Stylistic variety also underpins Mending Wall, another dose of
Angst's tense and rough-edged musical simplicity, enhanced this time
with noticeably stronger vocal harmonies by (Jon) Risk and (Joe) Pope. The lyrics
are less specific and more thoughtful; individual alienation, confusion
and anomie are transformed into powerful, uniquely directed songs. A
cover of Paul Simon's "Richard Cory," however, goes wrong, pruning the
melody and bare-bonesing it into an ugly ghost of the original.
01. Some Things (I Can't Get Used To)
02. Standing Here Alone
03. All of a Sudden
04. The Burning Light
05. 127 Years
06. I Oblige
07. Richard Cory
08. Close the Door
09. I'd Rather Sleep
10. You Never
11. All Day Long
12. One by One
Yo. What's in a name? Ostensibly a mere two letters for this East Bay trio, who weren't long on the moniker front, but made some pretty damn unique records. Chalk much of that up to mouthpiece/six-stringer Bruce Rayburn, whose pipes bear an uncanny likeness to Guadalcanal Diary's Murray Attaway, and to a lesser degree Tyson Meade of Defenestration/Chainsaw Kittens renown, not to mention Stan Ridgeway. As an entity, Yo were equally characterized by driving and often punk-induced rhythms, making Charm World an unlikely yet somehow ideal "car album." It's the kind of record that only the golden age of college radio could have nurtured, gestated by a band with an esoteric flair that takes some acquiring. Mutant Sounds blog had a few choice words to say about Yo, however the download links are dead. This is from my own rip.
01. Heard It All Before
02. I See Beyond
03. House of Sorrow
04. Deadbeat Sea
05. Way Down
06. Bowl of Cherries
07. Charm World
08. Fire in the Sky
09. Close the Curtain
10. Armed & Willing Soldier
11. Prepare to Rule a Nation
12. Isn't it Lovely
13. Long Gone Gone
15. Devil in the Deep Blue Sea
16. Wicked Way
17. On the Seventh Day
It's been a while since I dedicated any space to Phantom Planet, but then again, since they've gone into indefinite hibernation they've fallen off just about everybody's radar. My PP fandom peaked circa their 2002 magnum opus, The Guest, and I even went so far as to join their fan club (BTW, I'm stilling sharing an exclusive release that I obtained through said club, Polaroid). The 2004 self titled follow-up to The Guest was frankly a pisser, but I didn't completely write them off. Good thing that, because they redeemed themselves with their fourth LP, Raise the Dead four years later.
What I'm presenting today is a mishmash of rarities and non-LP scree that spans the range of their career. I purloined these 27 tracks from a myriad of sources, including now-defunct PP fan sites, file sharing platforms, and the like. There are demos galore, live Weezer, Cheap Trick and Radiohead covers, b-sides, radio session material, and no less than three different versions of "The Happy Ending." I'm opting not to reveal a tracklist, so you'll have to click on the supplied link to figure out the rest. Enjoy (or not).
Had a request for this. I listened to Sister Psychic's first album, Fuel, on occasion when it came out. That was around 1991-92, but for the most part, they fell off my radar after that. SP were a Seattle fuzz pop trio, who weren't terribly concerned with grunge (yet they definitely employed some crunchy riffs now and again). Not unlike Gnome, but I thought Gnome had better material. Speaking of which, Y Records was an obscuro Seattle imprint, that I think was actually supposed to release a Gnome CD out, but anyway. Enjoy (or not).
05. Dream Heard
06. Make Me Nervous
07. If I Were God
09. My Decision
11. Draw With Erasers
12. Space Boy
Ah, just what the doctor ordered - a sweet set of potent, driving power pop that subscribes to the same undiluted aesthetic as the Plimsouls, Producers, and a myriad of others from this era were renown for. For that matter, Shoes might have come up with something like this had they been a bit less inhibited. I do have to say however the bizarre outro that concludes the record is a bit puzzling, as is the equally odd side one segue track "Back in the Cafeteria."
By what little I have to go on The Movement operated out of Nashville, and prime-Mover Richie Owens is still at it with his current endeavor, The Farm Bureau. I've got a live Movement clip for you below from '84. Have at it!
01. Together We Can Survive
02. Lost Horizon
03. Back in the Cafeteria
04. I've Got Eyes
05. I Won't Settle Down
07. Illusion of Conciousness
If you've forgotten my review for The Stevens2012 ep, I more than forgive you, as that probably seems like eons ago, and alas, it didn't exactly make them a household name. Perhaps that circumstance will be remedied in light of the release of their first full length, A History of Hygiene, a disk that captured my attention even before I cracked the cellophane. Why? Well, seeing 24 song titles on the back cover of any album tends to usher me into a state of anticipation. After all, I loved the tuneful and occasionally dissonant facets of that aforementioned ep - and the possibility of four times that amount this time around had me stoked.
The Melbourne based Stevens tend to operate in two minute parameters. The same goes for some pretty legendary acts - Bad Religion, They Might be Giants, and Guided By Voices to name three. The thread tying this disparate trifecta is that each one had a "formula." The Stevens "formula," quite frankly, is a non-formula, and by the time ...Hygiene reaches it's conclusion, it kinda makes you wish they had adopted one. In a nutshell, you can loosely describe the Stevens as mid-fi, bedroom pop. To their credit they're above average at their craft, but when you pitch this many darts at the board, quite a few aren't going to meet the bulls-eye, and that's exactly the scenario here.
One throw that's precisely on the mark is "Challenger," an excellent fuzz-pop nugget that splits the difference between The Soft Boys and vintage Cleaners From Venus. "From Puberty to Success" agilely evokes some of Pavement's persuasive slack attack, while "Lost and Found" and "Turpins Falls" strike a buoyant and bouncy tenor with rock solid hooks. Hygiene offers even more keepers than that, but elsewhere the going gets a lot less memorable, with several tracks resembling random fragments more than full-fledged compositions. The Stevens intermittent aimlessness is either going to charm or dissuade you, and my experience has entailed a little of both. Word on the streets is that album two is in the works. Despite faltering on occasion here, their dedication and potential still has me pulling for them. A History of Hygiene can be previewed and purchased on Bandcamp. CD hard copies are available from Amazon and direct from Chapter Music.
Angst were one out of as many as two-dozen unknown acts that SST was capable of bankrolling after they began raking in profits from Black Flag and Husker Du records. They were on an intriguing roster to say the least, but this trio sounded relatively organic when stacked up against their more noisome stablemates. 1987's Mystery Spot was their third full length, and the only one I've really listened to. It's a samey but likeable batch of songs threaded together by briskly strummed chords and rumbling rhythm accompaniment. Deliberately or not, Angst definitely had a collegiate rock angle, and were even reminiscent of the Feelies, albeit more concise. Trouser Press had a real issue with the recording quality involving Mystery Spot, but as for myself, not so much. You can read their critique below.
Angst took a calculated risk on Mystery Spot, engaging producer
Vitus Mataré to help flesh out and upgrade the sound. It almost worked.
Multi-tracked guitars and dynamic arrangements bring the songs into
near-pop focus, with unprecedented melody, sensitivity, structure and
vocal appeal, but atrocious recording quality (and/or a heinously
bungled mix) buries them in a flat, muddy swamp. Pope and Risk continue
to reveal themselves in emotionally resonant songs — too bad their
ambitious effort was spoiled by a technicality.
01. Outside My Window
02. Back in January
03. It's Mine
04. What's the Difference?
05. Looking for a Reason
07. Mind Average
08. One Life (Out of 9)
09. Wazee Street
10. I Remember
11. Ah, the Morning
12. Red Wing
Hate to post another lame "housekeeping" entry, but my email program crashed today, and I lost the last three months worth of emails from my in-box. In a nutshell, if you've sent me anything important or semi-important since this past December, and I've failed to respond, you might want to resend your correspondence. My email addy is in my profile. Thanks.
I've decided to be all over the map this week. So there. I found this little curiosity on Ebay last year. I'm tempted to refer to it as a reissue, but in fact it was issued as a single for the first time in 2011 or 2012 (undated). The back sleeve (depicted below) explains that Phoenix Bird were a New Hampshire trio who formed in 1969, and presumably cut these two songs to an acetate in 1970 or shortly thereafter, with the intention of releasing them as a single. That didn't happen until four decades after the fact.
Per the liner notes, PB had "hopes of being the next big power trio." Had it been released on schedule, "F.T.C (Fuck the Cops)" would have beaten N.W.A. to the punch by a good twenty years, yet the tune doesn't contain a shred of profanity, nor does it extend any meaningful umbrage to law enforcement types. Sonically, it sounds like the band was cutting it's teeth on Cream. The B-side is what I really came for - "Parchment Farm," a rendition of the old-time prison standard that Blue Cheer turned inside-out for their 1968 opus, Vincebus Eruptum. Sure enough, Phoenix Bird keep the song faithful to Blue Cheer's arrangement and totally nail it. Well played. This single was limited to 500 copies. Some surface noise is detectable, but the source of it lies in the quality of the acetate, not my vinyl copy (at least I like to think).
A few months ago, I became aware that my file host of choice (Netkups) had been deleting my files en masse. Not due to copyright issues or anything of that sort, rather because some had simply not been accessed for an extended period of time. By my estimates, a file that remains dormant for 60-90 days gets nixed. In fact, the majority of the items I've shared have been removed. In recent months I've received well over a hundred requests, via your emails and comments, to restore selected titles. I'm doing my best to accommodate you, but I can't get to everything. Since I became aware of Netkup's backdoor elimination policy (mind you I donate $$ to them on a monthly basis, as a way of doing my part to keep their operation running) I've restored about 75 to 100 dead links. About thirty that I can think of off the top of my head are outlined below. Click on the artist's name to be routed to the original entry, or instead, the title to be taken directly to the download link.
Until (and if) I find a permanent location to stash the entirety of the Wilfully Obscure cannon you are welcome to leave requests - just try not to bombard me all at once. Thanks for your patience. Your estimated waiting time is...
Believe it or not, this week it's gonna be more in the Blue Cheer vein than Big Star. Twelve nascent, lo-fi
missives from a gentleman who in a few years time would become a black magic mastermind of the highest order. It's a curveball alright, and a trippy one at that. http://netkups.com/?d=1013aa22b9b54