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.
House photographer Bill Ellison caught some amazing pictures, be sure to check them out here.
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 NPR.org.
Cool jackets, Mr. Oberst. That press photo is so Reservoir Dogs meets We Are Marshall…
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.
One artist that is with me from month to month, though, is the everlasting Patsy Cline. No matter where I am in my collections, I’ll put her on, if only for a few songs or a few albums. She was only on the airwaves for a very short amount of time, but her voice is one that will reverberate through music history for ages to come. Cline paved the way for not only country music’s fusion with the pop and jazz movements of the day, but for women artists in general. She abhorred the way women had been treated while touring across the United States, and always made her strong personality known. Johnny Cash revered her and introduced her on stage with the classic Cash distinction, “Ladies and Gentlemen, the one and only Patsy Cline.”
Perhaps my favorite aspect of Patsy Cline’s career was her striking ability to make even the most subtle songs truly unforgettable. The two songs that I’ve decided to include here both fit that description; one you’ve probably heard, the other you probably haven’t. When she was once asked about how she could elicit such emotion on her recordings, she simply responded, “Oh, I just sing like I hurt inside.” Unforgettable.
Patsy Cline – Three Cigarettes (In An Ashtray)
*Second Mp3 on the way shortly…
Oh…hell…yes. So Sonic Youth is back in 2009, and I’m not sure whether its my need for something new/old, or my always urgent need to unleash the punk beast inside, but the first single from their 16th(!) release The Eternal has got my blood boiling. “Sacred Trickster” clocks in at a whopping 2:10, but Sonic Youth has always been a band that can take the smallest of spaces and cram in an orchestra of noise. Now, many will say that they yearn for something in the vein of SY classics Sister and Daydream Nation, complete with grand, sweeping avant blasts of No Wave, but frankly, this isn’t it. In fact, if anything, this first single suggests that they’ve managed to write songs with hooks hookier than Goo, and depth depthier(?) than Dirty. Though considering that Thurston Moore claimed to take lots of inspiration from black metal, the rest of the album is anyone’s guess. I mean, Sonic Youth could noise jam the phonebook and I’d still be interested, and of course, bloggers everywhere would lose their shit.
The ever-eternal Sonic Youth release The Eternal on June 6th on Matador.
Sonic Youth – Sacred Trickster
Sonic Youth’s Website
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!!!).
But, if you thought that was all this post had to offer, you’re quite wrong. Consider this your slightly-less-funny-than-actual-April-Fools-Day-jokes post-April Fools day joke. Sorry. This is just Ryan Adams goofin’ around, though it’s actually not too bad, if you’re into rippers about fighting the undead at the Gap, “human Chick-fil-A’s”, and evil witches. Because in this economy, aren’t we all? Enjoy the fury here: werewolph.com.