Back in the saddle after a long convalescence. This week’s Ipso Factory was a smoking show to match the wildfire haze and sweltering heat. Bright spots included great new stuff from Parquet Courts, Ex-Cult and the Pink Mountaintops. Gary Numan’s version of White Light/White Heat should also not be missed. We also spotted what may be one of the missing Moose Brothers, his name is Sugar Brown (shades of Toots Sweet from the movie Angel Heart) and his new record is very cool.
Colonel Kurtz of Klezmer and friend of the show, Geoff Berner if off on a 7-stop dead-of-Winter tour of western Canada. He is promoting his new novel, Festival Man out on Dundurn press, but fear not, music fans, he’s still bringing the accordion and the bad attitude. Here in Edmonton, he’ll be playing the Wunderbar Friday and Saturday. We got him on the horn during this week’s Ipso Factory, discussing such matters as the agony of letters, the ecstasy of Punk, and the many moods of Stephen Harper.
The Berner segment starts around the 70 minute mark.
American Quack is proud to present the following reprint of Buster Friendless’ historical and anthropological study of Scottish culinary practice in honor of Robert Burns Day. We are keenly aware that many readers are eager for a further installment on the research project of Dr. Anne B. Thermopolis and will resume this coverage in the next issue.
THE TALL TALE OF AN ALTERNATIVE BURN’S SUPPER
There were none but Scotsmen present at the event in question so we cannot claim to have a reliable account of what went on, but, according to at least one scurvy Caledonian, it began with a general malaise that settled on the city of Glasgow. A restless dissatisfaction held the entire population in its grip. Blandly and blindly, the people went through their daily routines, stopping at the chip shop for breakfast, lunch, tea, and after-last-call snacks. They ordered haddock, cod, blood sausage, haggii, scotch pies, pork pies, and pizza slices, all of them rolled in batter, deep fried, and served with thick, jaundiced, fat-soaked chips. And though their bellies were filled as usual and their unkempt Highland whiskers well-oiled in the process, something was missing. Continue reading
My ongoing efforts to broaden the Youtubular footprint of Mr. Jerry Jerry have yielded further strange fruit in the form of this video for Smart (I’m Smart) from the stripped-down solo effort The Sound and the Jerry (1997). I had thought to go with the Marx Brothers, or maybe mad scientists (saving the immortal Herbert West for when I tackle Wierd), but for reasons that surpass my own understanding, I settled on a mishmash of Daniel Day-Lewis characters. If Jerry ever releases an extended dance remix, I’ll cut the video again with some ripe footage from Nine spliced in.
Jerry Jerry ~ Smart (I’m Smart)
Intelligence is force, insight is violence, wit is aggressive display.
If you don’t tune in to the Majority Report, let me recommend that you do. Sam Seder and the boys offer the funniest, most incisive news commentary mixed up with excellent, typically insurgent tunes. Recently there was some confusion amongst the messaging listeners as to whose tune is Stop Breaking Down – it’s a Robert Johnson composition, though most people would know the Rolling Stones’ version, and on the Majority Report, it’s the White Stripes recording that gets regular play.
It occurred to me that the version they really ought to be playing is by DC punks Pussy Galore from their cease-and-desist, cassette-only, treatment of Exile on Main St.(1986). Hence the video I’ve concocted above. Yes, the cassette skwirrls are in the original.
You can enjoy all of Pussy Galore’s po-mo lo-fi re-imagining of Exile On Main St. here. But upon further reflection, and considering the caliber of personality populating the US political scene these days, perhaps Dick Johnson is a more apt song altogether (it’s certainly a much better video):
As the quirks of the calendar would have it, this is the last show of ’13 and the only show of the holidays. There is but one musical concession to the Yuletide season, otherwise it’s Scrooge-safe and punky. I was delighted to find at the station a brand new album from Robbie Fulks. Gone Away Backward is his first full album of new original compositions in a long time, and it sees him come full circle, back to Bloodshot Records and to the steady hands of producer Steve Albini. Admittedly, I’ve only listened end-to-end once, but I’ll go out on a limb and declare it gorgeous, rich in timbre, masterful. I’ll need to give it a few more spins to be sure, but it seems as though Fulks has, for a full album-length, managed to outrun his compulsion to self-subvert. This one’s full of all the old-timey goodness of a feller singing into a can, but without contrivance, fetish or cheese.
As is only proper, we begin with a nod to Nelson courtesy of Alpha Blondy. Apartheid was the issue that forced me, and many my age I think, to confront the violent contradictions between what I was seeing and what I was being schooled to think about what I was seeing.
Whoops, Great October whizzed right by with nary a mention. Have a great belated GO, everyone and enjoy the New New Model Red Army Choir as they lay down some lucky. h/t Jackie Hutter
(According to the comments, these are Ministry of the Interior uniforms)
There are, now, 261 shopping days to Great October.
And what are you doing to mark the 93rd anniversary of the Great October Revolution? Readers interested in Canada’s role in the Russian Revolution and Civil War might want to peruse the on-line exhibition Canada’s Siberian Expedition, bearing in mind our participation in the seizing and holding Russia’s arctic ports of Murmansk and Archangelsk also.
Here, we offer a series of videos, beginning with Lenin in repose:
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride Till I get to the bottom and I see you again. Yeah yeah yeah hey
Yeah, it’s terribly lame to make band-to-band comparisons, but Savages rhythm section do sound like Killing Joke, their guitarist sounds (and stands) like Roland S. Howard and the vocalist cuts a fine female figure of Ian Curtis. Just saying.
There’s a city on the hill, but city’s full, yeah.
This is my debt ceiling crisis show. It’s full of songs about driving too fast toward immovable objects, laughing all the way. Ha ha ha, happy ever after in the market place.
27 years ago I first took to the air on CJSR 88.5 FM and started calling myself Buster Friendly. In retrospect it seems odd that music and radio should have outlasted and overshadowed so many other interests, ambitions and passions that were current to me back in 1986. I intended CJSR as merely an entertaining addition to my undergraduate life, but radio and the music have proven of far greater value to me than that BA, and it’s been quite an education. My palate has broadened considerably since I first came through the door, a fervent but narrow, suburban punk. I recall being assured by the wise DJ’s of that time – Mike Verchomin, Adil Quereshi, Andy Kerkowski – that the day would someday come, when I would calm down and learn to appreciate Jazz… I take some impish pride in the fact that that day has yet to arrive.
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