Live Tracks (Freedom) The Derailers Jackpot (Watermelon) These two albums prove that your arms are never too short to shake hands with the upper management of Hillbilly Heaven. How else do you explain the spirit of Buck Owens’ majestic late guitarist Don Rich entering the body and fingers of the…
The first band I ever went to see in the Valley was Dead Hot Workshop. I could relate to the name. It was last year, on a Friday night in mid-July. I had just moved here from Alaska and promptly discovered that hangovers are even worse when you are dehydrated…
Best Alternative Rock Beat Angels They may look and play like it, but the Beat Angels aren’t really under the illusion that it’s still 1979. They just don’t think rock ‘n’ roll has gotten any better since then. “The way we look at it, there’s this certain spirit that was…
Oh, way to go, Ohio. Dayton, Ohio, that is. The town that is sprouting rock bands like corn. Check out the run-down: Guided by Voices (together since 1986, discovered in 1993), Brainiac, the Tasties, the Method, the Afghan Whigs and–the subject of our talk today–the Amps. A sort of Dayton-scene…
The scene: Forte Crest Hotel, Glasgow, Scotland, around midnight, April 7, 1994. It is ten months before Oasis’ second album, (What’s the Story) Morning Glory?, tops out at No. 4 on the Billboard charts, boosted by the hit single “Wonderwall”; ten months before Oasis will win the Brit Awards–the UK…
I have this recurring nightmare where I’m in hell and Satan is informing me with a sulfurous chuckle that my punishment for a life of sin is spending eternity as an entertainment reporter for a local TV station. In Phoenix, nonetheless; the town where a talking head’s transfer to the…
Iggy Pop Naughty Little Doggie (Virgin) It’s 1968 and James Osterberg, a white-trash trailer-park kid from Michigan, unwittingly helps invent punk rock. He does so by christening himself Iggy Pop and gracing the concert halls of America with a live act that features the excitable Iggy in various stages of…
Remember–it’s always better to have a Revolver and not need one than to need a Revolver and not have one. So clip and save, ’cause it’s time for another waffle-stomp through the sewers of indie rock. Your trusty guide will steer you clear of the sludge piles, but keep your…
I stand at the crossroads, baby, now there’s no turnin’ back: I’m here to make a deal, so let the Devil deal the pack! –Blue Bob Crawford I don’t believe in the devil, but I believe Robert Johnson did. And according to root doctors–voodoo priests of the rural South–the first…
Watch closely the video for “Blues Summit in Chicago”–a 1974 episode of the PBS series Sound Stage, in which an all-star band played a concert tribute to then-living-legend Muddy Waters–and you’ll notice that, right after Pinetop Perkins takes his piano solo during “Blow Wind Blow,” the camera pans the audience…
Various artists Desert Blues Volume 1 (Phoenix Blues Society/CDGBs) There’s nothing like listening to 17 unknown blues acts in 63 minutes to set you thinking about just what the term “blues” means; clearly, it’s a catch-all term, judging from this anthology of Arizona bands, which encompasses moving bayou waltzes, gospel,…
Steve Earle I Feel Alright (E-Squared/Warner Bros.) Not many people who’ve been to hell and back are this eager to show slides of their trip. But if Steve Earle’s grinning from ear to ear these days, after kicking drugs and getting out of the slammer, the knowledge that he’s delivered…
Dadawa Sister Drum (Sire) Her name is Dadawa. She’s the 25-year-old singing daughter of a science magazine editor in the Canton province of the People’s Republic of China. And she’s about the biggest thing to come up in her homeland since the Great Wall. Dadawa is the People’s choice by…
Spinnnn … snap. Chamber loaded, safety off. You gotta be careful when you’re walking the underground–those crazy punk kids are everywhere, and they’re out for blood. But though thou walk through the valley of vinyl, thou shalt fear no evil, for Revolver is thy shepherd. Ear protectors on? Then just…
Wildlife biologists call it “fish fever”–a temporary madness that afflicts freshly weaned brown bears in the first summer they must fend for themselves. Summers in brown-bear country are as short as the winters are long, and eating before the snow falls is doubly a matter of life or death. Bears…
“It’s kinda hectic, man,” says Wyclef “Clef” Jean, the Haitian-blooded rapper, songwriter and sonic engineer for the Fugees. “A lot of things are going on.” And, Jean should have added, those things are pretty damn nice–the kinds of things that only happen to a group experiencing its commercial breakthrough. The…
Gin Blossoms Congratulations I’m Sorry (A&M) Being local heroes in the national spotlight carries its share of burdens, as the mixed-blessings title of Gin Blossoms’ second major-label release clearly references. No matter what the GBs do now to advance their career, somebody back home is going to be pissed. A…
Last April, members of the British pop-ambient trio Love and Rockets came perilously close to testing Neil Young’s contention that “it’s better to burn out than to fade away.” The musicians were in California to record L&R’s new album Sweet F.A. when the Laurel Canyon house inhabited by the band,…
Silly Rabbit Dust (Orphan Boy) The experimental rockers in Silly Rabbit make it one of the most danceable groups to emerge from Seattle’s postgrunge wasteland. This eight-piece urban groove machine consists of guitars, sequencers, an unstoppable rhythm section and something called a psychedelic illuminator (an elaborate, lighting-video rig designed to…
So I’m in Eastside Records a few days back looking for old Devo albums (don’t ask why), and I spot this stack of small, black handbills someone has placed at the bottom of the racks amid a smattering of other fliers for rock shows and raves. The bills in question…
Jay Farrar isn’t much of a talker. Son Volt’s 29-year-old singer/songwriter comes across in conversation like a man in desperate need of a nap. His voice is low and lazy, his thick, Midwestern drawl stretching what few words he utters into slow, groggy sentences. “It’s safe to say I’m not…
Come on, now, let’s be honest: Going to see the souped-up rerelease of Heavy Metal is a bad move, unless a) you’re about five bong hits beyond stoned silly; b) you have an insatiable taste for early ’80s cheese metal (hey, dude, Sammy Hagar rocks!); or c) you still worry…
