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  • BURGER-A-GO-GO TOUR

    BURGER-A-GO-GO TOUR

    http://burgerrecords.myfreesites.net/gogotour

    BURGER-A-GO-GO TOUR NIGHT 1:
    The Coathangers, Death Valley Girls, The Flytraps, Feels
    Visual projections & environs provided at every stop by Mad Alchemy Light Show & Burger! 
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    2.19.18 - San Francisco, CA - The Independent
    http://www.theindependentsf.com/event/1582482

    2.21.18 - Eugene, OR - HiFi Music Hall
    https://www.ticketfly.com/purchase/event/1602671?utm_medium=bks

    2.22.18 - Vancouver, BC - The Rickshaw Theatre
    http://bplive.electrostub.com/event.cfm?id=189930&cart

    2.23.18 - Portland, OR - Dante's
    http://www.ticketweb.com/event/burger-a-go-go-w-dantes-tickets/7837975?pl=dante

    2.24.18 - Seattle, WA - The Crocodile
    https://www.ticketfly.com/purchase/event/1600328?utm_medium=bks

    2.26.18 - Santa Cruz, CA - The Catalyst Atrium
    https://www.ticketfly.com/purchase/event/1602377?utm_medium=bks

    2.27.18 - Solana Beach, CA - Belly Up
    https://bellyupsolanabeach.frontgatetickets.com/event/z0nvhb0tb2cl9fc8

    3.1.18 - Las Vegas, NV - Beauty Bar
    https://www.ticketbat.com/event/burger-a-go-go-night-one

    3.2.18 - Los Angeles, CA - 1720
    https://www.ticketfly.com/purchase/event/1602829

    3.3.18 - Long Beach, CA - Alex's Bar
    www.alexsbar.com/event/1602277


    BURGER-A-GO-GO TOUR NIGHT 2:
    Dengue Fever, Winter, Summer Twins, Patsy's Rats
    Visual projections & environs provided at every stop by Mad Alchemy Light Show & Burger! 
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    2.20.18 - San Francisco, CA - The Independent
    https://www.ticketfly.com/purchase/event/1582461

    2.22.18 - Eugene, OR - HiFi Music Hall
    https://www.ticketfly.com/purchase/event/1602693?utm_medium=bks

    2.23.18 - Vancouver, BC - The Rickshaw Theatre 
    http://bplive.electrostub.com/event.cfm?id=189931&cart

    2.24.18 - Portland, OR - Dante's
    http://www.ticketweb.com/event/burger-a-go-go-featuring-dantes-tickets/7837995?pl=dante

    2.25.18 - Seattle, WA - The Crocodile
    https://www.ticketfly.com/purchase/event/1603207

    2.27.18 - Santa Cruz, CA - The Catalyst Atrium
    https://www.ticketfly.com/purchase/event/1602386?utm_medium=bks

    2.28.18 - San Diego, CA - Music Box
    https://musicboxsd.frontgatetickets.com/event/sfgikjp213x8cgx

    3.2.18 - Las Vegas, NV - Beauty Bar
    https://www.ticketbat.com/event/burger-a-go-go_-two-day-pass_

    3.3.18 - Los Angeles, CA - 1720
    https://www.ticketfly.com/purchase/event/1601835

    3.4.18 - Long Beach, CA - Alex's Bar
    www.alexsbar.com/event/1602289
  • Television guitarist Richard Lloyd talks his new rock & roll memoir

    Punk-rock god and Television founding band-member Richard Lloyd discusses his new memoir Everything is Combustible

    Photograph: Courtesy GODLIS

    In the NYC music history books, Richard Lloyd is punk rock royalty. In 1973, Lloyd joined forces with Tom Verlaine to form the band Television—a guitar godhead tandem that put CBGB’s on the map with the release of 1977’s Marquee Moon, a classic art-punk shredder whose influence is stuff of legend, and a great source of classic NYC songs. Since departing from the band, Lloyd’s has proven to be master storyteller in many mediums. One of last year’s best music memoirs, Lloyd’s Everything is Combustibleis a sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll-fueled romp, chock full of wildly entertaining vignettes culled from his five decade-long career. We spoke to the indie-rock legend about looking back and leaving NYC. 

    When did the idea manifest to write Everything Is Combustible? Why was now a good time to document your incredible journey?
    A long time ago, actually. But I had to wait until I left Television. I couldn’t be honest while I was in the band about certain aspects of it. 

    In your book, you rattle off one amazing story after another. How did you manage to have such attention to detail after years of substance and alcohol abuse?

    I got this voice recognition software that allowed me to tell my stories and then save ’em on the computer. The book was written without any typing. It was all written as oral stories. Whatever little stories I could remember, I put together. It was going to be like a little series of vignettes. I’ve told some of these stories pretty much all my life. I can’t help but tell stories. It’s my nature. I had a lot of fun in life. And I’m still having fun.

    In Everything Is Combustible, you recount a rather sordid tale about ménage à troisthat you claim [Television bandmate] Richard Hell got wrong in his memoir, I Dreamed I Was A Very Clean Tramp. 
    I think Richard couldn’t stand the truth, because I remember him fleeing from that event. The story afterwards was that she [our partner] had done half of Television and one couldn’t get it up and the other couldn’t get it down.

    You definitely have no qualms talking about sex in your book.
    There’s only so far you want to go before it turns into soft porn. But those are real experiences, so they deserve to be in there. It’s part of my life, and, if anything, I’m guilty of being honest. Sex is like a drug. It’s an athletic activity (laughing). It doesn’t necessarily have to have love attached to it; if it does, though, that’s wonderful, too.

    Considering your seemingly superhuman memory, were there any challenges you faced in writing the book?
    I like to say: You don’t have to have a good memory if you always tell the truth, because there’s only one storyline. If you start lying then you gotta keep the lie supported by other baloney, and your memory ends up gettin’ shot because your imagination starts to interfere with your actual memory. I never wanted that to happen, so I kept it pretty straight.

    Television, Patti Smith, the Ramones, Blondie and Talking Heads essentially built the stage at CBGB’s, putting punk rock on the map. Did you ever think of yourself as “punk,” or identify with the punk scene?
    We had already been playing CBGB’s for two-and-a-half years when Punk magazine showed up. That gave the journalists a handle because there were a couple of bands that bought into the punk thing—Ramones and Dead Boys, principally. So they lumped everybody into the handle of punk music. But eventually that dilutes itself and the music defines the word, rather than the word defines the music.

    In 2015, you moved from New York City to Tennessee after living here for decades. Why did you move?
    Our landlord bought us out of our apartment, and to get a reasonable space would have been insane. The Music Building guy bought me out of the studio I had. It was that or have my rent doubled, so I lost my studio and I lost the apartment. It didn’t make any sense to stay in New York for no reason other than to struggle. I’m not a wealthy man by any means.

    What do you miss about New York?
    I miss the pace. But it’s too crowded, and you leave your house and you get knocked down by tourists. You know what I really miss? Walking. In New York, I walked everywhere. 

    Back in the early days, you made ends meet as a sex worker on 53rd St and Third Ave, like Dee Dee Ramone allegedly used to. 
    [Laughs] When I was starving, it turned out to be a last resort and, I mean, what the hell. It’s like: What are you afraid of? Go do it. If you’re walking around with a fear of something, that fear is gonna penetrate everywhere. I don’t really have much fear. You gotta do what you gotta do and I’m not embarrassed by it. I don’t think Dee Dee was either.

    You’ve skirted and flirted with death so many times, as you tell in your book. 
    I’m like a gymnast in the circus! I think I’ve gotten more than nine (lives) already used up. I lived enough for ten people. It’s not over at all. I don’t believe in luck, so I believe that somewhere there’s some force that keeps me here, the life force that travels through me has more experience to undergo. Everybody suffers, so why not suffer to the utmost? You might get something good out of it.

    https://www.timeout.com/newyork/music/richard-lloyd-everything-is-combustible

  • HuffPost: Seattle’s A View of Earth from the Moon premieres new video for ‘Distance Runner’

    Seattle singer/songwriter Jonathan Fickes is behind A View of Earth from the Moon and its invigorating, classically Big Beat-kissed debut feels like a stunning emotional discovery; almost like seeing your existence for the first time from space. As he sings in the epic cloud-sweep of the single “Distance Runner,” ‘are you running away, or are you chasing something?’

    Fickes grew up in farmland Eastern Washington where he couldn’t suffer the region’s distinct lack of a music scene or any real culture at all, so he got a degree in music and moved to New York City for a couple years, playing folk music in Williamsburg — “chasing the ghost of Bob Dylan around Greenwich Village,” he says. “I came back to Seattle to join a band. That band broke up, then a couple more bands came and went, now here I am. Plus all my family lives here.” 

    Evoking his adoration of ambitious bands like Oasis, Tom Petty, Beck, Tame Impala, The Beatles, The Flaming Lips and others, and revealing years spent in the Seattle indie rock scene with To the Sea and The Fraidies, Closer to A Ghost is A View of Earth from the Moon’s bracing debut. It is full of rafters-rattling maximum power pop and lush, fully flowing romantic threnodies for people who have been aching for a big-sounding brokenhearted new masterpiece for a while. All eras of widescreen jangle are tapped; all flavors of vibrant power pop are robustly present. 

    “Distance Runner” is the third track on the album but the first choice for promotion. Fickes explains, “It’s a simple, driving, guitar heavy song with a great melody and a killer drum sound.” It also has many of the album’s big themes layered in imagery about seeing your own thoughts and beliefs from very far away.

    WATCH ‘DISTANCE RUNNER’:

    I’m a painfully nostalgic person. I spend way too much of my time thinking about my youth and remembering the perfect days of my childhood. This video is an unbridled manifestation of that illness, haha. I’m essentially running back in time to the town I grew up in and the friends that I made when I was a kid. We shot the entire video in one day. I had each location mapped out with the timing of each shot down to the minute. We had to make it from Seattle to my hometown of Moses Lake and arrive at my house exactly as the sun was going down and I can’t believe we pulled it off. It was actually a really moving experience for me. I love every person in the video and running from Seattle, through so many of the places that have been significant throughout my life, and into the arms of my best friends was horribly selfish but joyously heartwarming. And I can watch the video and relive it over and over again as often as I want. Oh, and I guess I hope it’s interesting for other people to watch too...
    https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/seattles-a-view-of-earth-from-the-moon-premieres-new_us_5a5a6df0e4b003efadb6ae62
  • Talking Drummers: Patty Schemel & Barrett Martin Books Reviewed - Ned Raggett

    Ned Raggett reads and compares the autobiographies of two grunge era drummers from the bands Hole and Screaming Trees

    The truism is just that - time and perspective change things. It's incredibly easy for me to look back 25 years to 1992 and think about the 'Seattle bands' whether by recorded music or through the media or the live shows I caught. I did see Hole, but only a couple of times before Patty Schemel joined the band on drums. Never did see Screaming Trees, so I wouldn't've seen Barrett Martin drumming for them either. But it's a mere nothing to call songs like 'Nearly Lost You' or 'Violet' to mind, their respective performances on their chosen instruments as much a key part of the songs as Mark Lanegan's dark croon or Courtney Love's explosive snarl. 

    It was weird realizing this connection when I ended up with copies of Martin's and Schemel's autobiographies - two performers who were there, part of the 'scene', though a scene which was already diffuse enough in corners. I don't get a sense they ever crossed paths - Schemel mentions meeting a much earlier Screaming Trees early on in her story, if Martin mentions Hole it escaped me. But both were Washington state born and raised, born quite literally ten days apart from each other, raised on 70s rock & roll and beyond, both gravitating towards their chosen instruments when very young. Both tell stories of their youth, education, touring adventures and more besides in the course of their autobiographies - standard enough, you might think, but when you remember the stereotype that drummers are the 'slow' ones, it's more than helpful to get examples of two quite intelligent and thoughtful performers who, throughout, take their musical paths very seriously. Both teach now as well, Martin as a professor of music in Seattle, Schemel via tutoring and classes in Los Angeles, and both have partners in life they value heavily. You get a clear sense from the end of their books that they are happy to be on the particular paths and life courses they are now in.

    But otherwise, Martin's The Singing Earth and Schemel's Hit So Hard are two very different stories of two very different people. They're among the most intriguing books I read in 2017, without question, but I would say that Martin informs while Schemel moves. That's a reduction, certainly - Martin is as capable of showcasing deep emotion in his recounting as much as Schemel demonstrates her sharp awareness and perception. But they serve different purposes and showcase very different voices, and if anything, serve as clear reminders that, indeed, being locked in the past and one's own memories of a time does nothing but lock everything in amber. Martin and Schemel both, clearly, don't simply want to be there in those pasts either.

    In Martin's case, his book is the story of a continuing journey. He's very upfront about it, but it has to be said that it is good that he takes a chronological route, simply because The Singing Earthaspires to be many books at once. It is a personal memoir above all else, certainly, and it begins in easy fashion talking about his comfortable upbringing and musical encouragement, the story of a kid in a middle-class family doing well and finding a way to start pursuing his dream as he goes. There's a sense of cool but not cold confidence at work - and not a calculating one either. Rather, Martin gives a sense of being open to experience, and eager to consider and attempt new opportunities with his music as well as on the philosophical sphere as he goes.

    So his 'grunge' years, however defined, turn out to be a very small element of the whole - he dedicates himself to knowledge and learning about percussive instruments around the world, their significance on a cultural and, often, a spiritual level, as much as on a technical one. He travels widely from South America to Africa to the Middle East to Indonesia, as well as throughout America, and records and performs with musicians throughout the world. It might be glib to say he is a later generation's Mickey Hart, but there's a bit of that spirit out there, and Martin's very open about his sense of connectedness to the world, an almost primal spiritualism found via nature and the natural world, percussion as the heartbeat of the earth -- the book's title is clearly not chosen casually. Combined with the CD that comes with the book, showcasing the many bands and performers he's worked with, there's an unforced enthusiasm at play. 

    At the same time, The Singing Earth's telling how much of the story reads like so many others where a lucky enough guy from a rich country - and a white guy at that - has the means to go on these experiences and to create his own collage of them. It should be said that throughout he places an emphasis on wanting to make sure those he learns from are properly compensated, and more than once he dwells on the fact that he is only a visitor in a place that he can leave where all around him clear poverty is the norm. It's a welcome awareness that flavours the book, keeps it from being mere travelogue, geographically or spiritually. Still, whether it's an experience with ayahuasca in Peru or earnestly speaking of the history of the famed poet and sage Rumi, sometimes there's a bit of 'let me blow your mind' that crops up, often in sudden fashion. At one point, in a discussion of a venture he made to Cuba along with other musicians in the late 1990s, he spends ten pages delving into the Afro-Cuban spirits known as Orishas. It's very informative, certainly, but turns the book into an encyclopaedia chapter.

    You get the sense that this all comes from an honestly good place -- that he's not so much wanting to lecture people who would know about all this already on the obvious, but trying to convey much to those who would never think about it otherwise. Even the occasional repetition of stories or events feels conversational more than a big glitch. He wears his politics on his sleeve throughout, understandably grieved at 9/11's impact and how the Bush White House's invasion of Iraq in response just made everything worse, and finishing the book with unsettled thoughts after Trump's election and what that would mean for the world's environmental health. And ultimately, he doesn't want to seem to make his story about him - he eschews details of past romantic partnerships except in passing, quickly notes debates between him and his father on various matters, but prefers to spend more time remembering his Mad Season collaborator Layne Staley or his LA landlord - and noted percussionist himself - Milt Holland, for instance. And it's not a bad approach, but you do need to get used to his flow.

    If Martin is the earnest bro with a degree who earnestly really does want to take you on a trip, though, then Schemel is the reformed partier who will happily talk up some stories of the wild past, sure -- but will also tell stories to chill the blood along the way, not so much for entertainment as for an accounting. It is interesting to contrast Martin's blissed out vibes with his own drug experiences to Schemel's, because if drumming is one anchor of her story, addiction is the other, and it's not a pretty sight. And unlike Martin's personal-but-depersonalised approach, Schemel, with the assistance of Erin Hosier, is all about telling her own story from start to stop, a personal testament to life, joy, the absolute dregs, and survival. Hit So Hard, in sum, is simply not a book one should approach lightly or 'just' for the behind the scenes tales. If you want them, you'll certainly get them, but they're not why you should read.

    Even if Schemel's story didn't take the terrible series of turns as it did, though, it would be an engaging story in its own right. Schemel's depiction of growing up lower-middle-class in the seventies in suburban Washington, with parents who themselves were alcoholics and who would eventually divorce, as she grappled with understanding herself as a lesbian as well as first having drinks when she was still a pre-teen, has parallels among those of her generation which has underscored any number of novels, films, personal essays - a shared experience of awkwardness, struggle and self-medication shot through a seventies-into-eighties background. But Schemel's love for rock & roll and for drumming is just as powerful if not more so, another kind of fascination that gave her a further identity and sense of self. Her voice is an engaging one throughout, honest but not tendentious, often vivid in her sense of exact detail.

    Her story about how, like Martin, she found her way to Seattle and got to know many of the personalities there in the years before the big explosion is a great one. She recounts how she got to first know Kurt Cobain and then through him Courtney Love - he was the one to recommend Schemel to Love when a new drummer was needed in 1992 - and everything that resulted from that. There's any number of warm stories about Kurt, who she knew from 1986 on, and Love is clearly one of the most influential people in her life - the whole arc about how she joined the band, the crushing sorrow of Cobain's death and Hole's subsequent fame, and how she parted ways with them in a strained atmosphere (her last formal appearance was the Celebrity Skin cover, an album she in fact didn't perform on at all) makes for compelling reading, with plenty of anecdotes along the way. But beyond that, there's a real sense that, much like how Martin feels, Schemel feels a connection to drumming that is almost transcendent, a pleasure and an anchor all at once that she does not take lightly.

    But three other things take as much precedence in Hit So Hard. There's the story of her family -- her parents as she keeps in touch with them over time, most especially her father, a key voice of support and a person who can provide a bolt hole for her as needed, even as his own health begins to fail, as well as her brother, also a musician and also plagued by his own addictions. There's her romantic encounters and especially her longer-term partnerships, a careful and detailed accounting of those women who were with her in good times and bad, and more than once were catalysts for changes in either direction, sometimes both. Towering over it all, however, is her addictions: she first tried heroin in the late eighties, speaks of any number of drink and drug-fuelled stretches of her life and those of others, and at the book's blackest and bleakest, in the years after she left Hole, details a hardscrabble life on the fringes of society in Los Angeles, homeless, addicted, doing anything to get the next fix, conquering everything else she had ever loved or relied on. If this too seems a 'familiar' story now, that shouldn't mean simply dismissing Schemel's own accounting of it - it's a truly moving, cathartic account.

    That there is a happier ending is obvious enough thanks to the simple fact that this book exists, and by the end Schemel has found her way back, through her own will and through the help of others. It's glib to say it's a fairy-tale ending, but her discussion of how she met her now-wife Christina, the birth of their daughter Bea, her reflections on her parents and her mother through this lens and the fact that she and her brother continue to play together give a sense on how things can turn reasonably all right in the end if and when it all comes together. The final chapter especially gives a sense of how fragile it can still be when recounting how the terrible passing of Chris Cornell impacted her, and it underscores the sense of hard-won - and continual - work to come so far as she has. If Schemel's is the more heart-wrenching of the two books compared to Martin's, just because of the real pain she had to quite literally live through, then it's not to say that both aren't quite thoughtful reads at their best, portraits of artists as not-so-young people, and reminders to those of us who grew up 'with' them that they were always their own voices - and that those are good to hear, now, not simply then.

    http://thequietus.com/articles/23813-patty-schemel-barrett-martin-autobiography-review

  • CITY PAGES feature on DYLAN HICKS

    Tooling through the Triple Rock jukebox with Dylan Hicks

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    Dylan HicksWilson Webb

    “Constraints are important,” says Dylan Hicks, mashing down the imaginary buttons on the touchscreen of a digital jukebox at the Triple Rock Social Club.

    This late-model jukebox, unfortunately, offers a lesson in what happens when constraints are tossed out the window. The TouchTunes “interactive entertainment platform”—65,000 of which are located across the U.S.—can summon most any song you can think of. This can lead to what MBA programs call “analysis paralysis,” or at least a strong bout of self-consciousness.

    Hicks is lanky and laconic in a natty collegiate sweater, with longish salt-and-pepper hair hanging over his glasses, but this unstructured universe of infinite choices leaves him a touch flustered. “When there’s a hundred selections or so, you have something to work with. You’re asking, how do I want to present myself? You want to make the best decision...”

    “Right,” I offer. “Within a framework.”

    “Yeah,” he says. “With this, you can just play anything.”

    There’s a knack to selecting tunes on a traditional jukebox, and “A-24,” the lead single from Hicks’ new album, Ad Out, is a valentine to mastering that art. “It’s the best damn jukebox in the county,” Hicks sings in a High Plains drawl. “Got about 1,000 songs so you don’t get bored.”

    Since Hicks is not only a terrific lyricist but also a great writer about music (he was City Pages’ arts editor a little more than a decade ago), I figured it’d be fun to drag him out to a real-life jukebox and get him to punch in a few songs and talk about them.

    TRACK 1: “Clean Up Woman,” Betty Wright (2 credits)

    To narrow our choices, Hicks selects the “Queens of R&B” category, where one of his favorites, Betty Wright’s 1971 hit “Clean Up Woman,” is, through some divine algorithmic intervention, the first song listed. Hicks mashes down a PLAY button that’s as unresponsive as the keys on the crappy ATMs often found at bars, and soon Wright is warning everyone at the T-Rock about the clean-up woman who stole her man’s love.

    “I love a song with a conceit,” Hicks says. “Not every time, but if you can come up with a premise, you can try to enrich that.” And the characters on Ad Out—guys in bars, lovelorn dudes working menial jobs, boyfriends or husbands who may or may not know how good they have it—are often narrating their way through such conceits. When a sad sack charged with a moving violation testifies in court on “Asking for a Friend,” he rhymes “father’s charcoal suit” with “what the English call the boot,” in a manner that’s true to his ironic, deflated sense of his own refinement.

    “They’re beleaguered,” Hicks says of his narrators. “But not defeated.” The cover of Ad Out, appropriately, features a painting of John McEnroe, facedown in the clay at Wimbledon, toward the end of the worst day of his career.

    TRACK 2: “Cruisin’,” Smokey Robinson (2 credits)

    Hicks enters “CRUIS” into the search bar and Smokey Robinson’s 1979 hit is summoned before he can hit the “IN.” “It’s such a seductive song,” Hicks says. “It builds nicely, and it’s dramatic, but there’s no histrionics. And those high notes.” Smokey gets his face on the TouchTunes screen, but Hicks points out that Marv Taplin, the guitarist on the record, may deserve equal billing. “This is my favorite,” he says, as Taplin’s guitar glides beneath Smokey’s croon. “That guitar tone.”

    We get back to the idea of constraints. “That’s why I like rhymes,” he says. “I like the sound of them, but when you use them well, they create meaning—the rhyme scheme influences the verse. When you throw out rhymes”—here he shrugs—“you might as well be dealing with prose.”

    And Hicks knows prose. After a ’90s stint as a witty singer-songwriter, he went on a hiatus from music and embarked on a writing career, first as a critic and journalist, then as the author of two well-received novels.

    “I had a long break from performing,” he says. “But after a few years, I have a better sense for my voice. I have better pitch, and I know precisely my range. I didn’t know then, but I know now: two octaves, a modest baritone range.”

    On Ad Out, Hicks turns what he calls his “limited vocal range” into a superpower. His voice has a conversational quality that allows him to comfortably inhabit each of his characters. In the way his TouchTunes selections cut through the din of the Triple Rock, Hicks floats over Adam Levy’s ’70s R&B-flavored licks, Joe Savage’s pedal steel, Doug Little’s horn arrangements, and his own keyboard, all of which are tidied up and made AM-ready by producer John Munson.

    Hicks describes the sound as “roadhouse cabaret,” but his mix of R&B, country rock, and piano balladry would sound equally at home anywhere the sonic boundaries of the American songbook might unexpectedly bleed together: a backyard barbecue in Tin Pan Alley, or a secret honky-tonk in the basement of Radio City Music Hall.

    TRACK 3: “Slow Hand,” Conway Twitty (2 credits)

    We’ve gone as far as our three dollars will take us, and Conway Twitty’s up last. His gender-inverted 1980 cover of the Pointer Sisters song operates at the border of cosmopolitan country-pop and adult contemporary R&B.

    Hicks points to Twitty as an example of a singer whose vocal range changed over the course of his career, to positive effect. He started out as a country yelper whose voice jumped effortlessly into the higher registers, but by the time of “Slow Hand,” he’d settled into a mellifluous, vaguely seedy baritone croon that suited the spirit Nashville’s mellifluous, vaguely seedy era of sexual liberation.

    “I can’t touch these guys as singers,” he says. “But I hope the songs reflect the influence of these types of country and R&B songs in a way that seems manageable, and in a way that lets me sing like myself.” He grins a crooked grin, and clarifies: “Not loud.”

    Perhaps the most countrified song on the record (“I threw in a little Southern accent on that one”), “A-24” is assertive, but all in fun, the aural equivalent of Hicks’ full-bodied dance in Wilson Webb and Carolyn Swiszcz’s video. (Hicks bops through a cardboard wonderland in white pants and a blue T-shirt, reminding me of what Jack Handey called his “funny cowboy dance” in the “Deep Thoughts” segments on SNL.) It’s a song about stepping out into the commons and staking a claim.

    “You do all this stuff,” Hicks says, talking about performing music and also the act of publicly displaying your taste on a jukebox. “Even if you feel ashamed, there’s some vanity that wants to affirmed. It’s still kind of embarrassing.”

    Hicks continues glancing through the options. “Oh! I love this one.” He mashes down some imaginary key a few times, and the Weeknd’s “Can’t Feel My Face” kicks in.

    On the right night, in the right bar, this song too could be A-24.

    Dylan Hicks & the Looming Crisis
    With: Molly Maher & Her Disbelievers
    When: 8 p.m. Fri. Oct. 27
    Where: Hook and Ladder Theater & Lounge
    Tickets: $12/$15; more info here

     http://www.citypages.com/music/tooling-through-the-triple-rock-jukebox-with-dylan-hicks/452849863

  • '94Broncos - Black Irish Trap-a-Holics release "Come Clean"

    '94Broncos releasing new song in Celebration of O.J. getting parole



    '94 Broncos is Atlanta's asphalt-chewing tricked-out whip of dub-punk trap rock. Zack English (bass) is from Dawonsville; Jack Eggert (guitar/vocals) is from the Northside of Atlanta; and drummer David Pellum II is from Eastside (Atlanta zone's 6 to be exact).    

    Their debut Mixtape "Brazilian Stick-Up" out October 1st is four abrasive but soulful tracks from three moody dudes, cocaine infused and blissed out with a handle of Evan Williams. Jack English has been writing songs with best friend Fooshee for awhile; David was producing rap beats and never saw himself in a band.  

    "I asked a friend to come jam and he couldn't pick me up," David explains, "so Jack ended up picking me up. That was my first time meeting Jack on the way to go jam — I had just got off work and walking to the parking lot to look for a guy I never met before then I heard some guy Yell across the parking lot 'Hey are you David?'"  

    David and Jack would just jam for hours but never listened to other music together. They read Creative Loafing a lot and hit the punk scene to see what the hell was the hype about some bands. But the Atlanta punk scene turned out to be more underground than what people think. They practiced hard to be as tight as Neckbones. So when they got into it, their first show was a packed-out house of action.    

    And they promise on those manic concert thrills. They always have a rapper to try to add diversity to their shows. The mixtape opening cut "Monkey Man" also gets their show jumpin' up and down like the fans are on a trampoline. They tell the rapper "if shit fly don't stop and keep the party going." The rapper is always loved, and '94 Broncos extend the jam and make up songs on the spot, surprising everyone with their freestyling. "People can't believe it," David says. "Some guy was moshing at one our shows and nobody knew the guy but he was rolling around the ground. It reminded me of my granddad's church in Atlanta back in the day when people shouted and were 'filled with the spirit' during a service."   

    '94 Broncos is a reference to the O.J. Simpson escape vehicle that was in the infamous police chase, because while that was taking place Jack was on his way home from the hospital he was born a couple days before the chase.    

    The songs for the Mixtape were written during the making of our third release Acid Wash. All the songs had been recorded at the same time, working fast, and saving these four new ones for fresh vocals.     

    The title Brazilian Stick-Up is based on Ryan Lochte and other U.S. Olympians thrashing a gas station in Brazil and then dealing with it when that country's police showed up. "They lied and said they had been held up at gun point. Privileged Americans found themselves in something they can't get out of. The lesson here is don't lie."     

    Childish and Iggy Pop & the stooges. They all deeply dig Curtis Mayfield, 10cc, Outkast, Pastor Troy, Goodie Mob, Dj Toomp, Baby D, Lil Jon. Kilo Ali is their favorite Atlanta rapper. "We support anybody that comes from ATL. We are on the same team! Fuck that boom bam shit

    INSTAGRAM: @94broncosATL

    TWITTER: @94_broncos 

  • Three Imaginary Girls CD REVIEW: Stealing Sand by Transient Songs

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    Transience. Traveling to escape customary life. Wandering. Vagabond impulses. Songs that were born and created throughout a determination to experience scenes and emotions outside of the routine experience. Sometimes, one must venture outside of familiar cities, states, countries, and climates in order to reflect upon the beauty of an otherwise uneventful daily existence. This is what comes to mind when hearing Stealing Sand, the new album by Seattle quartet, Transient Songs. That said, these kinds of things will likely grasp the listener when hearing their previous releases as well. Stealing Sand is the third full-length release from the band and it might just be their best release yet.

    Transient Songs, in this incarnation, includes Jon Frum, the principal songwriter, on vocals and guitar, Michael Shunk on guitar and keyboards, Dayna Loeffler on bass and Craig Keller on drums. This band gels and clearly has chemistry in both sound and performance. Stealing Sandencapsulates the sound of a band that sounds like they could have been recording their last album together. It is a vital statement that seems like it was hell-bent on being recorded. The songs, and especially Frum’s lyrics, seem to have been cultivated from an estranged perspective outside of himself that yet still comes passionately from within. The vantage point of the listener is thus removed and also extremely intimate. It is beautiful and painful and full of questions that cannot be answered, even after repeated listens.

    “Branches through the Trees” contains vibrato guitars and a stoned, driving melody that is almost hypnotizing, especially considering that it is only four and a half minutes long. “Lost in the Middle” is a kaleidoscopic, beautiful song that sounds like it could have been a classic album track by The Church. “Shoppin’ for Coffins” is perhaps the album’s centerpiece. It is a chilling and surreal song born out of a dream that is full of ghosts, questions, regret, and a general bewilderment of where the line between where reverie and reality intersect. Musically, it is a psychedelic, tight and succinct. “ There is too much uncertainty to fully connect the pieces. In Frum’s words, “The muse is always elusive.”

    “If the Summer Resigns” is reminiscent of Chicago’s criminally unknown melancholy pop outfit, The Chamber Strings. The title track, “Stealing Sand” recalls the breezy, melancholy sound of Transient Songs’ excellent debut, Cave Syndrome. “All Said and Done” includes some truly gorgeous cello and acoustic guitar interplay. It recalls a warm 1960’s sound of The Beatles or The Kinks. Just listen to the moving opening lines, “When it’s all said and done and you’re out of places to run/Chasing other peoples dreams away/You’re out on a limb, spinning your webs again/Did you ever think that luck has led you astray?”

    “Drug Dreams” is the biggest rock number on Stealing Sand and it fucking rocks. This is a classic garage rock song. This one comes from the day that your hangover wears off and all you want to do is start drinking again because being sober again is far more painful than the hangover is. The record closes with “Those Hidden Lakes,” which might be the best song on the album. It is a subtle and sad resignation where the mundane reflection on a day job and drab existence seems to become overwhelming. However, the song ends up being full of hope and an appreciation for all of the unsaid things that one takes for granted. It’s the perfect ending to a record that is heavily involved in a wide spectrum of complex human emotions.

    In short, Stealing Sand is a modern day classic. Transient Songs will be playing The Sunset in Ballard on the 28th of July. Mark your calendar if you want to see some inspired psychedelic rock and roll.

    http://threeimaginarygirls.com/stealing-sand-transient-songs/

  • Carry Illinois' Effortless Talent Makes New Album 'Garage Sale' Endlessly Playable

    ALBUM REVIEW 

    Carry Illinois' Effortless Talent Makes New Album 'Garage Sale' Endlessly Playable

    Carry Illinois - Garage Sale

    ‘Garage Sale,’ the new album from Carry Illinois, is a testament to the human experience. It’s a tour-de-force of emotion and takes you on an emotional journey with the band. For singer/songwriter Lizzy Lehman, losing a bandmate last year was a paralyzing experience, but writing new music gave her hope. 

    She said, “I took some songwriting workshops about using songwriting as truth-telling” and felt a switch in herself. She said that the class made her realize the importance of writing about her genuine experiences because “that’s the stuff that people really connect to.” To draw on the tragedy the band faced, 'Garage Sale' became therapy. 

    Despite the surrounding circumstances, the album became an expression of hope. The songs life you up rather than depress and each one feels like a new experience. The album has so many different influences from vintage college-rock mettle to a little lush AOR that it’s impossible to get bored. Take "Years to Come," which plays midway through the album and catches a current of ringing new-wave guitars, marching choral drums, and Brill Building harmonies: It's a defiant gesture though relatively unadorned.

    By partnering with admired producer John Vanderslice, the band took a raw approach, focusing on emotion and instrumental nuance. Lehman described her experience saying, “I think John, immediately when he heard the music, knew making sure the vocals were right up front and the lyrics could be heard was top priority, and made me super confident recording with him.” 

    But Vanderslice defers credit entirely to the band. He said he mostly tried to stay out of the way and just capture the energy. He even went as far as to say, “The band was so good I didn't want to impose a production style.” 

    With top-tier production, raw emotion, and exciting nuanced tracks, Garage Sale is a memorable album about love and loss. It’s a ode to recovery and moving forward — a true inspirational ballad.

    Album out: May 12

    Rate: 9/10

     

    -- Lou Flesh

    Buy here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/siren-ep/id824269502

    Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/carryillinois

    Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/carryillinois/

    Twitter: https://twitter.com/carryillinois

    Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/user/carryillinoisband

    http://nodepression.com/album-review/carry-illinois-effortless-talent-makes-new-album-garage-sale-endlessly-playable

  • Notes From Left of the Dial: Date Night With Brian "Anywhere" video

    Date Night With Brian, "Anywhere"
    Built around the musical muscle of three Seattle punk rock veterans, Date Night With Brian is a bass-less trio that evokes the noise of classic punk and indie rock while wading through a wash of fuzzed-out pop theatrics and rambunctious arrangements. With collected musical histories that extend back well over a decade, the band uses this wealth of experience and innate sense of band-centered dynamism to build a fierce and fiery foundation on which to offer their incendiary wares. Their new self-titled EP is out now on Top Drawer Records and is an apoplectic ride through their communal influences.

    For the video to their new song, "Anywhere," the band opts for a black and white performance piece, which finds them covered head to toe in reel-to-reel tape. The song possesses a fiery punk spirit, the kind that was thought to have died out in the late '70s. They mix in a bit of noisy pop to create a glowing mass of cross-genre pollination, resulting in a sound that doesn't feel beholden to any one set of rhythmic ideas but revels in its brisk dissemination of influences. The band's punk history shines through with their ability to navigate tremendous speeds without losing any sense of musical cohesion—in fact, through this practiced speed, they discover the gooey and reverberating heart of their extensive inspirations.

    http://nooga.com/175904/notes-from-left-of-the-dial-fallow-land-and-more/

  • New Noise Mag: Date Night with Brian CD Review

    Date Night With Brian
    Self-Titled EP
    (Top Drawer Records)

    The bass-less trio, Date Night With Brian, make up for the missing instrument with solid drumming and a brilliant two guitar attack plan. The Seattle group combines a fantastic mix of classic ‘90s alt rocks influences (all the greats like Dinosaur Jr., Sonic Youth and Meat Puppets) with infectious hooks that keep the songs with you long after you’ve stopped listening.

    A bit sloppy, but only in the most endearing way, you can practically smell the sweat and hear the clinking of beer bottles as the band rips through this collection of songs. There is an immediacy to everything from the drums and guitars to the shared male/female vocals that gives these songs that much more of a spotlight.

    The 5-track EP is frustrating only in its length; the songs, each as good as the one before it, end all too soon. A full-length album would be greatly appreciated.

    Purchase the album here.

    http://newnoisemagazine.com/review-date-night-brian-self-titled/

  • PASTE MAGAZINE VIDEO PREMIERE: Carry Illinois's 'Electric Charm' is simply touching and beautifully done

     

    When Carry Illinois’ bassist John Winsor took his life in 2016, the remaining members were numbed by their loss. They channeled their emotions the best way musicians know how: the release of a new album “Garage Sale”. The emotional 6-track tackles their loss not with sadness and helplessness, but with hope for their future. 

    by John Vanderslice, the album focuses on the importance of singer Lizzy Lehman’s lyrics and is a stripped-down wonder. Electric Charm is an upbeat bouncy track that comes from a 2-song release called “Electric Charm/Sea Inside”.The video’s colorful animation by Yukai Du is a unique representation of the music through color and morphing from one shape to the next. The result is the best dang thing I have seen in a long time!

    Lizzy states that the song "Electric Charm" began as a way for her to express and work through the pain that she experienced being bullied in high school.  “The only place I truly felt safe and at home was on stage and in the choir room. It wasn't until college that I was able to make friends that I could relate to and be myself around.  I could finally express my true self without the fear of being ridiculed or laughed at. It is only in the last couple years that I have found the strength to reflect on those early years with the confidence of knowing that I have risen above the hurtful words of my youth and find myself living happily.”

    Lizzy chose to have a video made for this song to express the growth in her personal confidence. She also wanted to have a beautiful piece of art that featured the musical talents of their former bass player John Winsor, who tragically took his own life in March 2016. This video is for him.

    When working with Yukai Du of Bliink Studios (Brighton, England) the collaboration came about very naturally. They provided her with the lyrics, the themes of the song, the color palette they preferred, and then gave her free-reign to work her magic.

    I like to give creative folks as much freedom as possible when starting a project and then ask for certain elements to be modified, provide criticism, and express my thoughts as the process happens. The imagery of a solitary person in space, the electric elements of earth, and the colorful abstract shifting shapes tie together the intimate themes of the song while creating a universal feel that people can relate to.”

    The video for "Electric Charm" is an exciting creative step for the band and Lizzy looks forward to diving deeper into more collaborative artistic efforts with future songs.

    This tribute to her friend and band mate is simply touching and beautifully done. It is an honor to listen to these lyrics and support this release. We suggest you check out Carry Illinois’s upcoming release “Garage Sale” which comes out May 12th. It is jam packed with songs that will instantly give you goose bumps.

    Myra Ivy

    http://carryillinoisband.com

    https://www.pastemagazine.com/articles/2017/04/video-premiere-carry-illinoiss-electric-charm-is-simply-touching-and-beautifully-done.html

  • AYRON JONES on ALTERNATIVE PRESS MAGAZINE

    Produced by legendary drummer Barrett Martin, Ayron Jones’ new album sets release date

     By Caitlyn Ralph

    Ayron Jones And The Way will release their new album, Audio Paint Job, June 2 via Sunyata Records.

    It's produced by legendary drummer Barret Martin (Queens Of The Stone Age). Here's what he had to say about the project:

    "Producing Ayron’s new album was a great experience for both of us. I’m an old school producer, but Ayron gave me hope that the next generation of forward-leaning musicians are going to do some great work in the future. Ayron’s ideas are rooted in the same classic forms I grew up with, yet he draws from modern hip hop, R&B, and soul, to create a new kind of Seattle rock that sounds both new and classic at the same time. During the sessions for Audio Paint Job, he learned from me, and I from him, so the album is both classic and future."

    Jones is on vocals, Ehssan Kirimi is on drums and Bob Lovelace is on bass.

    "Audio Paint Job is a title that has multiple meanings for me," Jones says. "It's a story about my mental and spiritual transformation through music."

    The album release show will take place at Seattle's Neptune Theater June 24.

    Jones also sings in the band Levee Walkers, alongside Pearl Jam's Mike McCready and Guns N' Roses' Duff McKagan. They have a two song single coming this summer.

    Album art:

    Tracklisting:

    Take Me Away
    Emily
    Its Over When Its Over
    Mr. Jones/Rockstar
    Boys From the Puget Sound
    West Coast Feelin’
    Play Me a Song
    Take Your Time
    Stand Up
    Lay Your Body Down
    Be There With You
    Love is the Answer
    Yesterday 

    http://www.altpress.com/news/entry/produced_by_legendary_drummer_barrett_martin_ayron_jones_new_album_sets_rel

  • RazorCake: Date Night With Brian Review


    Given that my father and uncle are both named Brian and it is my middle name, I convinced myself that I was destined to have an affinity to this band before I knew any more than its title. Then I discovered that one-third of one of my favourite bands, Sicko, was also one-third of DNWB. That person being Ean Hernandez, whose label is also responsible for releasing this record. I was sold from there. The bass-less trio’s songs have a quirky garage pop feel, which manages to offer up hints of Sicko through some of the guitar work and Hernandez’s vocals. Drummer Reba Cowen—who was in Tales From The Birdbath with Hernandez—provides main vocals on the final of the five songs, “Drink the Kool-Aid,” to end on the highest of notes. My attraction is now firmly cemented. –Rich Cocksedge

    http://razorcake.org/date-night-brian-summertime-10/

  • CD REVIEW: Logan Lynn "Adieu"

    CD REVIEW: Logan Lynn "Adieu"

    LOGAN LYNN

    ADIEU

    Former electronic artist, Dandy Warhols protege,

    LGBT activist and human being with many other

    attached labels and titles, Logan Lynn, drops an

    epic album of danceable Electro-Rock Pop gems.

    You’ll find yourself dancing and twirling through

    the house, lip syncing into your hairbrush to his

    bare-bones, no holds barred truth before you even

    have a chance to process the lyrical content. Like a

    pride-parade rock band fronted by a former Christian

    fundie superhero schooled in the finer points

    of Brian Wilson and the aforementioned Dandys

    who has the power-pop potential to become

    something resembling an Indie/Glam Macklemore/

    Owl City hybrid. I can’t stop listening to this. (selfreleased)

    by Chad Wells

    http://ghettoblastermagazine.com

  • SEATTLE WEEKLY : Violin Virtuoso Andrew Joslyn’s Serene Debut LP Was Born of Chaos

    Through a fire, ‘At the Bottom of the Ocean.’

     S

    eattle-based violinist/composer Andrew Joslyn has toured the world on the strength of his playing. He is most definitely a musician. But the prolific artist could easily have been the world’s most accomplished juggler.

    Sitting across a table from him in West Seattle’s cozy Uptown Espresso, plans, words, and ideas tumble out of his mouth at an amazing rate—objectives he seems to keep afloat, bouncing in midair—but they aren’t just wishes, they’re descriptions of the many actual projects he has his hands on.

    Joslyn, who will debut his first full-length record, Awake at the Bottom of the Ocean, on Friday and celebrate it with a concert in conjunction with Seattle Secret Shows on Sat., Feb. 18, also just finished scoring his first feature film, American Violence, starring Bruce Dern and NFL player Rob Gronkowski. “It was such intense work that I got tendinitis in both hands,” says Joslyn, who is also getting married to his fiancée in August. “I was putting in 14- to 16-hour workdays to pull it off. Some parts I had to record 80 times each for the big sound the director was looking for.”

    For many, these professional accomplishments would be enough. But not for Joslyn. He has to keep working, collaborating—hustling the chaos of his life into laser-focused songs, some of which are so packed with swells and sways they almost feel unreal. “I’m a workaholic,” he says, “I’m only happy when I’m working.”

    As a working artist, stress is always part of the job. But stress, confusion, and loss found Joslyn in his private life, too. About two years ago, an apartment fire took almost everything he and his then-girlfriend, singer Suzy Sun, owned—even their cat. “When it rains, it pours,” he says, shaking his head. And after the fire—and subsequent insurance claims and attempts to re-collect their lives—Joslyn and Sun ended their relationship, strained in part by Joslyn’s constant touring with the likes of Macklemore and Dave Bazan.

    But now, perhaps, all this struggle is paying off in terms of clarity and direction—thanks in large part to Awake. “I’ve always been beholden to someone else’s schedule,” says Joslyn of his musical collaborations. “But I owe so much to this record. I don’t know if people are going to like it or not, but during these past few years, I just needed to make it.”

    Awake recalls the virtuosity of baroque pop violinist Andrew Bird and the springs and dives of a Mozart concerto, and brings a curious, self-investigative quality unique to Joslyn. This is evident immediately in the record’s first song, featuring vocalist Will Jordan—one of the many exquisite guest singers, including Adra Boo and Shelby Earl. Jordan sings, raspy and wondering, “We’re all living for that royal grace, that special place, that plastic heaven.” The standout track, though, might be “I Should Have Said Goodbye Before I Met You,” an emotionally remorseful song featuring Sun’s lamenting vocals.

    And while the release of Awake is a point of excitement for Joslyn, his focus, as always, remains on the next ball in the air. “I want to write a new record and have my wedding be the release party,” he grins. “Almost like a music festival where we’ll give the album out to all our attendees. I really want to do that, to make something beautiful.” Out Fri., Feb. 10 via soundcloud.com/Andrew-joslyn-music

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