Label Makers

It seems good fortune has been smiling on several members of the Valley’s indie rock class of ’94. With the much-hyped release of Jimmy Eat World’s Bleed American just a few weeks away, now comes word that longtime mates Reuben’s Accomplice are also set to drop a highly anticipated collection…

ROVO

Japanese underground music has yet to make any serious inroads in this country. Only the Boredoms ever gained any notoriety here, playing with Nirvana and opening Lollapalooza shows in the mid-’90s. But the era’s alternative audiences were ill-suited to digest their particularly uncompromising brand of musical exploration. Enter ROVO, a…

Ass Ponys

Years ago, singer-songwriter Freedy Johnston said that he thought Chuck Cleaver was one of the best songwriters in America, adding that he had almost dismissed Ass Ponys because of their stupid name. “It’s like they’re daring me to hate them,” Johnston said at the time. Other than the record label…

Doghouse Roses

A few years back, while interviewing a grizzled musician who called Austin, Texas, home, he mentioned a Nashville-based buddy of his who had recently landed a big-time recording contract. He was going to be a star. “The first thing the record label did,” lamented the Lone Star native, “was sign…

Rebel Rouser

Summer 1954. As the rickety Greyhound bus winds down Interstate 10 toward Arizona, the ocean breeze slowly melts into the hot desert air. Sitting in the back of the dusty coach, with tears streaming down his face, is a 25-year-old aspiring songwriter named Lee Hazlewood. Stinging bitterly from yet another…

Guitar Man

California-born, Phoenix-bred Al Casey is part of the vast secret history of rock and roll, one of a legion of “session men” — though the term is insufficient to describe Casey’s amazing body of work — who contributed to the very formation of the sound in its earliest days. The…

Deliver the Goods

Country music history boasts many fruitful collaborations among family members: The Louvin Brothers, the Carter Family, the Stanley Brothers, Bill and Earle Bolick (the Blue Sky Boys), the Monroe Brothers — the list is long and fabled. You might never have heard of the Good family, depending on how deep…

Pleasure Forever

Albums like Pleasure Forever’s eponymous release make me think of that great Charlie Parker quote, the one about how there are only two kinds of music: Good and Bad. By which I mean that Pleasure Forever is a genre-resistant beast that works more often than it doesn’t, but having said…

Sigur Ros, Defacto, and Jon Auer

Summer’s here and the time is right for . . . well, not much, seeing as how there’s precious little on the horizon worth anticipating except for maybe the new Joe Stummer LP. Still, that release is a few weeks away. In the meantime, here are a handful of musical…

Basement Jaxx

If the Chemical Brothers represent dance music at its most intelligent — and Daft Punk represents the genre’s cheesy, crowd-pleasing appeal — then Basement Jaxx most assuredly offers the art form at its emotional, sensual, visceral best. Remedy, the U.K. duo’s debut after years of DJing in London, flowed cohesively…

Big in Japan

Big in Japan is either a name you own, or one that comes back to bite you in the ass later — particularly if your band’s a power-punk trio in an era when Green Day is now being touted as the “grandfathers” of anything. Big in Japan’s debut, Destroy the…

Achin’ to Be

Most musicians like to shroud themselves in mystery. Cast themselves as enigmas, riddles never meant to be solved. It’s an accepted part of the marketing process these days. That somehow a bit of carefully calculated inscrutability will enhance the lure of the product. For journalists, deconstructing those fiercely guarded walls,…

Avalon Sunrise

On contemporary maps, Teoc, Mississippi, rests as far off the path as it did in the twilight years of the 19th century. Located almost exactly between Texarkana, Arkansas, and Birmingham, Alabama, Teoc lies several miles from the nearest U.S. Route. And there wasn’t a single paved road anywhere near it…

Tales From the Dark Side

On a wickedly humid afternoon in late June, singer/songwriter Billy Sedlmayr sits in the sunken room of his barrio bungalow, cursing to the heavens. He’s battling demons and not faring too well. The bestial horrors lurking in the narrow margins between shadow and darkness move too quickly for him, and…

Oh Mercy

While last week’s Bash & Pop took great pains to mention the impending concert arrivals of music legends Lee Hazlewood (July 9 at the Rhythm Room) and Joe Strummer (October 18 at the Cajun House) we neglected to note perhaps the most anticipated upcoming Valley gig, that of an August…

My Morning Jacket

My Morning Jacket is sort of like a Louisville Ween: Playful but heartfelt, artsy but unpretentious, and capable of shelving bizarro freak-tunes alongside evocative and nostalgic songs. It’s a toss-up as to how 22-year-old Jim James, the Neil Young-channeling singer and songwriter for MMJ, would take to that comparison, but…

Tricky

As it turns out, Tricky’s been making records even he hates — contract-killers, he might call them, if not audience-killers in the process. (Everything since 1995’s Maxinquaye has been one “fuck-off” record after another, he explains, as in: “Fuck off, I’m not giving people what they want,” he offers in…

Hot Stuff

“Oh, man, don’t ask me. I don’t know where the fuck we’re headed next. We had plans to go off someplace else on the next part of the actual tour, but our cuckoo label decided to send us out to play for some distributors’ thing . . . in Washington?…

Down So Long

Mark Eitzel sits at a long table in a conference room, his trademark short-brimmed hat in front of him. He’s taking part in a panel on new technology issues at the CMJ Change Music Festival with a number of other artists, including Creeper Lagoon’s Sharky Laguana, the Mountain Goats’ John…

Book ‘Em

Given rock’s smutty half-century, it’s a wonder that The Mammoth Book of Sex, Drugs & Rock ‘n’ Roll (Carroll and Graf), edited by Jim Driver, is only 600 pages long. Fortunately, the British collection passes on the well-known shock fodder by stateside writers and shovels up a pile of lesser-known…

In ‘n’ Out

There are ominous rumblings emerging from singer Robin Wilson’s much-maligned Gas Giants camp. The latest bit of info more or less confirms long-circulating rumors that the group has all but called it quits. According to Wilson, the band is on an “indefinite hiatus,” but it appears that may be an…