If one of those great, booze-soaked rock and roll weekends like Garage Shock or the Las Vegas Shakedown were still a going concern (correct me if I'm wrong and one of them still is ) the Bloody Hollies would have been one of those bands that came in unheralded, blew everyone away and sold a ton at the merch table. And anyone who picked this album up would have been plenty satisfied 'cos it's 30 minutes of fire-breathin' punk fury.
Without resorting to hyperbole, the definitive version of the debut album for Sydney’s esteemed Sunnyboys sounds fresher than the day it came out. The original 12 songs are coupled with seven early B-sides and live cuts but the revelation is in the bonus disc of 17 sparkling demo tracks, many of them previously unissued.
Good to see one of the folks from Aztec Music are back from their legal/financial woes and up and running again with a new label, Sandman.
It’s such an obvious idea it’s a wonder somebody didn’t do it years ago. In the ranks of proto-punk/high-energy rock and roll, New York City’s Dictators stand tall (pun intended) so why wouldn’t you compile 20 of their most lethal weapons on one convenient (Australia only) disc?
Real Rock and Roll is all about the disaffected, the despairing and the desperate. That the people behind the best Australian Real Rock and Roll Record you’ll hear in 2014 are nice people is immaterial. This is the music Bukowski would have played at his girlfriend’s funeral after a week-long bender had turned her poisoned liver to jelly.
Barely six months have elapsed and that’s time enough for The Movements to release the second part of their “Like Elephants” psychedelic opus. It’s arguably more, um, psychedelified, than “Like Elephants 1” and thus demanding closer attention, but it’s no less less engaging.
Naming - what we call things - is important. Especially in music, where a few thoughtless letters conjure up a musical dead end, a drab boring vista of endless garbage. I’m sure we all have our favourite term to hate.
Last night, Jim Dickson (of the New Christs et al) feigned fear of my venomous penmanship. As if I’d write a bad word about Jim! The trouble began when the Barman sent me a pile of his old rubbish over to review. It’s not my fault he needed someone to put the boot in. Besides, I just called it as I saw it. Now everyone thinks I’m out to do them in. Here’s a review to prove that you only need fear me if you produce crap. I will give you every chance to prove me wrong and I’ll admit it when you do.
The King of Reinvention, Ed Kuepper, is at it again. The ex-Saints and sometime Laughing Clowns guitarist recorded his first truly solo album in the mid-‘90s – just himself myself and a couple of acoustic guitars.
- The Small Faces: Here Comes The Nice - Small Faces (Charley/Immediate)
- Open Your Eyes to Smoke - Nunchukka Superfly (Citadel Records)
- Wolf Party - Various Artists (Voodoo Rhythm)
- Get Pure - Mount Carmel (Alive Naturalsound)
- Kill The Funk - Evil Twin (Twinsie Records)
- Here Come - The High Learys (Off The Hip/Soundflat)