Posted on October 14th, 2005 by Gavin M.
Because it’s one of our few gestures toward community, even as we’re plotting and scheming to rip off everyone’s logos and send mutant cats after them. (Crappy Kitty Nasty Story Time with No!bizness? Actually I think Norb is mad at us lately. Or actually, not at Brad or Seb. Because of the…)
1) ‘Contact the Fact’ — The Sound
This brings back intaglio-print memories of WNYU, a college station in New York whose New Afternoon Show played the pick-hits from the British music weeklies, debuting Aztec Camera and Smiths singles, hyping the Men They Couldn’t Hang one week, Prefab Sprout the next. At the time, we were all angry at WNYU for casting a searchlight at the UK while slipping in local hardcore cuts only when they came from DJ Tim Sommer’s approved pile. (Tim Sommer, of WNYU’s “Noise, the Show” later became a program director at MTV — which is a fact that one could extrapolate from.) But the Sound was in fact a great band. Sparse, spacious (yet claustrophobic) guitar dirge, of the leathers-and-gothic-hair variety. Nearly forgotten now, alas. I had to track this down over a span of weeks. The whole album is great, and the band’s entire canon ranges from really-good to stupendous. Singer killed himself a couple years ago. I think there are reissues out now.
2) ‘Johnny Too Bad’ – The Slickers
’60s and ’70s ska yielded up these incredible jukebox songs — Motown-worthy but with one-drop beats and chikka guitars. Young guys singing who have no showbiz veneer, but have soul. You want to hang out with these guys.
3) ‘Wait’ – Articles of Faith
If you want to hear an ’80s hardcore single that naively nudges into modern-classical territory, this is your pick. Legato like crazy, really strong vertical composition, and then it snaps into thrash. Not that fake metal-thrash or the young-kid thrash that you hear a lot these days (kids cheating with double-bass drum pedals and all that), but real thrash. This song has classical structure. How is that? I had an email friendship with Vic Bondi, the band’s main guy, a few years ago. I want to talk to him again. How, Vic?
4) ‘White Power’ – Skrewdriver
That’s why they call it the Random Ten. Frustratingly, this is a good, well-performed and well-recorded song with a hook. All the more reason to hate them.
5) ‘Self Destruct’ – UK Subs
This is more like it. I’d give a bid for the UK Subs’ Shake Up The City EP as a perfect record. It’s not worldbeating, but boy is it all there, focused, and all of a pace. Nicky Garratt, the guitarist, pushes this record aside in favor of the…(god, now I have to go look; the brain is failing…) ‘Countdown’/’Plan of Action’ single. The guitars are indeed thicker and crunchier on that one, but the songs are better here.
My copy of Shake Up The City has a weird skip on ‘War of the Roses.’ The chorus of the song goes, “Left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right — Cen-ter! Red and white; red and white: War of the ro-ses…” The skip makes a perfect loop of “left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right…” Forever, ever-ever-ever! It’s yikesey!
6) ‘Hungry So Angry’ – Medium Medium
I think this is what a New Wave jam band would sound like. Hmm.
I was down in DC for a concert at Dupont Circle once, and some jam band actually covered this. That was actually the best day of my life, as it happens, because when my band went on, we played the opening chords to Government Issues’s ‘Sheer Terror,’ and John Stabb vaulted onstage and started singing it. If that means nothing to anyone, then my name is Ike Witt, because I kwitt.
7) A three-fer by The Muse.
Likem lots.
7.5) ‘Pressure Drop’ – Toots and the Maytals
Norb got this one too. Everyone knows it, I think. But see re: The Slickers (above).
8) ‘Which Will’ – Nick Drake
Once bought an acoustic and tuned it in this special off-tuning just to learn this song. Grew and filed the nails on my right hand to be able to pick the strings right.
9) ‘Mississippi Queen’ – Mountain
Hm. Actually not bad, right? Raw and guitar-heavy. Mr. Ippi Queen would be proud.
10) ‘See See Rider’ – Roy Buchanan
I could launch a 3000-word arm-waving disquisition on Buchanan and the 1950s Telecaster (and its magnificent tonal there-ness), but today I shall not disquisiss. God, though: What a great guitar! What a great guitar player! Buchanan was haunting the DC club circuit at this point, and a friend of mine remembers him from it. If Only. If only one could see…