In 1835, militiamen from Michigan and Ohio engaged in a brief skirmish over the possession of Toledo. Shots were inaccurately fired and prisoners taken. However, in the end, Michigan obviously lost in its bid to claim Toledo, the jewel of the Maumee River, and was offered the Upper Peninsula as compensation. (Ha! Take that, Ohio!) This brief history lesson reminds us why the Soledad Brothers are not a Detroit band, even though their trashy blues-rock boogies call to mind the MC5, Iggy and the Stooges, and the currently popular (White Stripes, Von Bondies, etc.) gritty garage sound of D-town.
We Are Scientists
My red Rickenbacker 620, the poor thing, doesn’t get picked up much these days. Job, age, fatherhood, soccer, home ownership, the price of 9-volt batteries…they’ve all conspired to keep me from my guitar and my Maestro Fuzztain pedal (which, by the way, is the size of two calculus textbooks; I bought it cause Kurt Heasley of the Lilys used one). A couple of bands over the few last years have inspired me to pick my guitar up, like the late great Henry’s Dress (whenever I miss them) and more recently The High Water Marks and Louis XIV. But now I think I’ve found the perfect inspiration: We Are Scientists. Anybody want to join my We Are Scientists cover band? If I may quote the We Are Scientists website, “Bring yourself and your dignity; only one of you will leave.”
Wally Pleasant
“From the Northwest Territory to Madagascar, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen by far…” — a little message to my wife via Wally Pleasant’s “Let’s Play Life.” She spent a year at Michigan State, and I think a small part of her heart will always belong to Wally, a local legend and all-out goofball. Many Michiganders, I imagine, feel this way. Sure, he’s one of the worst singers you’ll ever hear, and yes, his songs can sometimes (okay, often) be undeniably dumb, but when once you’ve surrendered your haughtness to his charm, you, like my wife, might consider naming your next child (assuming there is one and it’s a boy) Walter.
Jeniferever
If you’re not familiar with WOXY.com, start listening TODAY. They’ve been setting the musical standard for alternative radio for 20+ years. Program Director Mike Taylor and I recently traded a couple music tips. I turned him onto Giant Drag, and he pointed me in the direction of Jeniferever: slow, sparse, and epic rock ‘n’ roll.
The Octopus Project
My 4-year-old son is obsessed with marine life of all kinds, to the point where a recent visit to the London Aquarium nearly resulted in a restraining order. It seems he couldn’t keep his hands out of the manta ray tank (to be fair, it was marked as a “petting” exhibit). He also recently informed me that he wants a pet octopus. My subsequent research led to this surprise discovery: some killer deadpan glitch funk from Texas — at a fraction the cost of a real octopus!
The Mary Janes
Janas Hoyt’s beguiling voice mirrors the sliding strings and pedal steel guitar so prevalent on these tracks from Flame, The Mary Janes’ second album. Not to give further life to a country music stereotype, but the title track, included below, really does seem like an ideal theme song for driving a pick-up.
Snowglobe
Remember those “Dirty Boys” mentioned in Wednesday’s Of Montreal post? Oh, how we loved to tease them by calling them hippies. Well, a few of them make up the band Snowglobe. No surprise then that Snowglobe is heavily influenced by the sounds of Elephant 6. Warm, poppy, psychedelic-y, and even a little bit hippy. They also blend in shades of jazz and hard rock, with touches of horns, strings, bells, whistles, and whatever else was lying around the house to create a masterpiece of music that’s all their own. Damn hippies…
Fairmont
Can’t tell if that fuzzy sound is a low bitrate or an honest-to-god garage band ethic from Jersey. Either way, fuzz sounds good today.
Marah
So, I was cleaning out the closet in my old bedroom at my mom and dad’s house and I ran across a bunch of Marah singles from about 1984 or ’85, old 45s to play on the Panasonic turntable I got for my 13th birthday. Actually, that’s not true at all, but it should be. Marah sounds like middle school, all big guitars and big hair and rock ‘n’ roll, baby! It’s like late ’70s Springsteen demo tapes with someone else singing, or Bon Jovi a little less high-pitched. You can tell me that “The Rough Streets Below” wasn’t recorded in 1983, but I won’t believe you. Not even you, Tim O. (Thanks for the tip!)
Of Montreal
There’s something about good music where you can always remember the circumstances when you were first introduced to it. More than a few years ago, my brothers and their friends, collectively known as the “Dirty Boys” for their fear of bathing, would gather for weekly soccer games while they were still in high school. I always played with them, despite being the only one who owned a proper pair of soccer boots, and boy did we have some good games. After one of those games, we having defeated a neighborhood Hispanic team who just showed up that day, BW Appleseed, as Brian was called, pressed into my hand a Holly Johnson tape. Holly Johnson?!! Well, on one side was handwritten “The Minders,” and on the other was scrawled “Of Montreal.” Of Montreal have their roots in Athens and the Elephant 6 collective, and they make just wonderfully eclectic pop. And I’ve still got that tape.