Two choices. Pick one. There are dozens, definitely hundreds, and for God’s sake (literally) maybe even a few thousand published cover versions of this song. I narrowed it down, though. You can mention another version you like, but these are the only two you are going to get from me. I just heard the Andrew W.K. version a few minutes ago. I thought it be a worthy challenger to Bright Eyes.
Comments: I recently rekindled my interest in a band called New Order. Coincidentally and whether they know it or not, Somerville’s own Bedfellows sound like a modern New Order with strong pop hooks, electronic drums and other effects, etc. These songs are immaculate sounding, which is pretty essential for music of this variety.
Grade: B+ (87)
Bedfellows play at P.A’s Lounge on Saturday Night [December 11] with Busy Arms, The Juvenals, and The Sounds That Machines Make.
1. “Recklessness” – A
2. “I Am The Father Of Myself” – B
Comment: Radical Dads, an ancestor to Clap Your Hands Say Yeah and Uninhabitable Mansions, has just put out this 7″ for the masses. Though the only connection to those aforementioned bands is drummer Robbie Guertin, it’s not hard to sense a similarity between all three bands. If I had to say, though, Radical Dads may be more susceptible to playing a kind of “stripped down” form of rock and roll music that always seem to feature an “epic” moment. On “Recklessness,” this moment starts from 0:01 and ends two minutes and twelve seconds later. “I Am The Father of Myself” might fool you. It’s a near 360 from “Recklessness” in that it is filled with noise and heavy guitar shredding. Vocals would have been nice! That’s just me, though.
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Oklahoma surf/punk group has just released a single called “Coast of Christmas Trash,” which you can listen to/watch the video of below and if you really like it download it (link below) or buy it on iTunes or Amazon.
It’s equally trashy and subversively catchy, if I must say.
Peter Bjorn and John are all done with their sixth studio album! It will be released on March 29th on StarTime International. According to member John Eriksson: “‘We originally planned to make a punk rock album, but listening to it now it’s definitely a pop rock album. But it sounds more punk rock when we play the songs live!’” This is surely departure from their electronically experimental (but very good) 2009 LP Living Thing.
Trio from the Sunshine State that rock hard. Their debut record No Seasons [2009] is a keeper. They are playing on the Bruise Cruise that sails away from Miami in February.
1. “Black Thoughts” – A- 2. “Darkness” – B+ 3. “I Don’t Belong” – A- 4. “Upside Down” – B+
5. “Poison City” – B+ 6. “Now I’m Pissed” – B
7. “Killing Away” – B+
8. “Jeffrey Lee Pierce” – A- 9. “Panic Attack” – B 10. “Crawl” – B-
11. “Blast” – B+ 12. “Rat Trap” – B- 13. “Fuck People” – B
14. “Full of Shit” – B 15. “Broken” – B
16. “Peace In Hermosa” – B
Comments: This is the kind of record that you simply can’t review while doing something else. If you decide to go the multi-tasking route, which I did, you might just find yourself listening to the sixth track of the record while you’re under the impression that you’re still on the second. For long-time followers of punk rock, such a perception is child’s play. At any rate, I haven’t heard many hardcore punk songs…sad, I know. OFF! is the latest band of Keith Morris, a rather prolific person in hardcore punk (front-man of Black Flag, Circle Jerks). That’s that. The songs on this record are very good. You can tell these guys have been around for a while. Loads of recycled chord progressions and stuff like that. That’s kind of expected in any genre of music, but these kind of things seem to particularly stick out on here.
Quote of the Interview:
“Nobunny doesn’t fuck with nobody… Unless they draw first blood! Recently in New York we had a couple of extra rowdy guys in the front who were smashing away knocking people around and were oblivious to everyone around them, including the band. We were having a particularly bad show and I asked them politely to chill or take it to the back or the side or somewhere. This pissed off one of the fans enough that he went to the back of the club, knocked over our merch table, went to the men’s room, defecated in a paper towel, and then threw it at me! The awful smell of man-baby shit filled the venue immediately. Once I realized what was going on I picked up the paper towel full of crap, chased the guy to a cafe upstairs, confronted the offender, and fed him a pile of his own hot shit via my fist smashing it into his face. For once, you really could say that the shit hit the fan.”