
Well, folks, I’m very proud to announce the upcoming album release party for Ian C. Nelson’s soon-to-be classic Without Companion. You might have heard me make mention before that Ian has been playing gigs here and there around the Bryan/College Station area for the last year, while toiling away hours in the studio prepping for his first release, let alone LP, and let me tell you, it’s a hit.
Full disclosure: Ian’s actually a good friend of mine, and I’ve been fascinated to have the opportunity to watch someone grow as an artist and be willing to step on a stage in front of strangers and virtually spill your guts about stuff. It’s tough. I can empathize. I misspelled “temperature” as a kid in front of a live TV broadcast spelling bee, as my first word. I nearly threw up. Nonetheless, it takes more than just being a friend to give a praiseworthy album review to, and Without Companion is no doubt worth it. As mentioned before, Ian straddles the line between an early ’60s Dylan and Nebraska-era Springsteen. Lofty heights, but there exists an ability to see into the lyrics at something deeper, something as poetic and beautiful as an ode to his fisherman grandfather. Though a vein of somber spirit courses through the album, that doesn’t mean Ian and Co. have left off the rockers, as “Where I’ve Found You” shuffles along a dirty blues-rock hook and “I Was Born” kicks off the album with a Band of Horses-esque gallop. If there was one band’s particular influence that I was surprised to hear on the album, it would have to be Calexico–think In The Reins, their collaboration with Iron & Wine’s Sam Beam.
Also, proper respect cannot be paid to the album without a nod to the other players involved, namely, drummer Michael Steele, bassist Ben Love, guitarist Doug Brown, and the all-world production team of Keith Sewell and Ross King. Michael and Ben play in College Station’s Clairmont, a fantastic band all its own, but listening to their contribution on Without Companion shows just how far they’ve come as a rhythm section, as tight and skillful as you can get.
I highly recommend Without Companion, and hope that those around the greater B/CS area can come check out the album release show at the Village Cafe in downtown Bryan at 7pm on Saturday. See you there!
For fans all across the land, all is right in the “Wide World of Wilco”. The recent news that the band’s upcoming release Wilco (The Album) was exciting enough. I, for one, particularly enjoyed the eponymous nod to themselves, and the fans, with their
Does anybody still listen to Paul McCartney? Perhaps you do, and have followed his every move up to the counter of your local Starbucks; or maybe your knowledge of Sir Paul exists only until the end of the Beatles. Either way, McCartney had an amazing run through the 1970′s, dropping the incredible Los Angeles-tipped Ram with his wife Linda, continually hitting the top of the charts with Wings, and continuing to wistfully delve into and out of rock legend under his own name. But before he released Ram and joined up with Wings, McCartney decided to record an entirely instrumental version of Ram, oddly called Thrillington, and released under the name Percy “Thrills” Thrillington. Why? Who knows, the album didn’t come out officially until 1977, with no mention of McCartney’s involvement anywhere to be found–in the liner notes, packaging, nothing. In fact, it wasn’t until 1989 that McCartney even came forward that, in fact, the album was his. Just another footnote in rock-n-roll history. But this post isn’t about Paul McCartney, or Percy Thrillington for that matter.
I had the utmost pleasure to take my sidekick Ladybug to Dallas to check out the Kills at the Granada Theater on Saturday. Great show, great band. I’m not incredibly big on concert reviews, so I won’t doddle, but the Kills are pure entertainers on stage, and know how to work out the raw, salacious vibes that ooze from their tunes. I’m not talking about glammed-up Prince writhing all over his guitar, but a very natural energy that adds depth to a band that has grown steadier with age. Openers the Horrors knocked it out of the park–a very icy, fuzzed-out Joy Division meets Dirty Projectors.
Conor Oberst & The Mystic Valley Band return to the States (well, just barely) to record the follow-up to the former Bright Eyes lead man’s self-titled 2008 release Conor Oberst. The new album, Outer South, was recorded in pretty much the most outer-south you can get (wordplay!), among the cacti and shrub of El Paso, Texas. The new sounds drop on May 5th, but right now you can stream them in full length at
I have a really bad habit of diving into certain genres of music for an extended amount of time. For weeks on end I’ll live in the shoegaze era, floating from My Bloody Valentine to Ride, and then the next month will be bluegrass and folk. I’ll be the first to say that I probably miss a lot in the process, but I simply can’t help it–the foundations of the music I’ve grown to love over the years are built on the albums and bands that I continually return to.
You might have thought that Baked Beans was gone, alas, it is not. In fact, it is a risen zombie, and is now the second worst music blog on the entire intertron, set out to devour all previous thoughts on what a good publication should/would look like. In light of that, I don’t think there could be any better way to reanimate than with a post about the new(ish) metal band Werewolph, and the adjoining picture on the left. They’re incredible and will cause you to evaluate everything you thought you knew about death metal, which for some of you, is probably very little outside of your dying passions for Motorhead (ACE OF SPADES!!!).
Anyone who knows me knows that I have a serious infatuation with Robyn, Sweden’s pop princess export. She’s versatile, super-talented, and collabs on some of the hottest tracks to come out of Scandinavia. Just last year Robyn had fellow Swedish beatmaster Andreas Kleerup craft a song for the US release of her much-anticipated album. It was, for me, one of the best songs of the year and really became a dance club hit around the world. So, Robyn is great, that’s for sure. Now, Norwegian duo Royksopp are hitting the North American shores with soon-to-be-released Junior. If the first single, “Happy Up Here”, was any indication of just how spectacular the new effort was going to be, then the unexpected will be blown away with Royksopp’s invitation for Robyn to tell the story about “The Girl And The Robot”. Ha, like a storyteller. The track is sure to be another club banger, framed with a really dark, gothic intro and a beautiful strings-led ending. She loves a robot, which of course, breaks my heart, but it doesn’t keep me from dancing, and neither will it you. I should be getting paid for my Robyn obsession. Enjoy!
