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Gray Area: Vol. 7, Bleepin’ Bleep Bleep Edition

This post is not about this man, sadly.

I had a brilliant idea in the shower two days ago. I’d write my next Gray Area column about R. Kelly. Robert Kelly, a true American musical genius and auteur. But a lot of you have a hard time taking that man’s work as seriously as he does, and I don’t think you’re ready to write an honest, critical analysis of his work.

So instead, we’re going to chat about Canadian hucksters Fucked Up. Equal parts Pixies, Jethro Tull, and Minor Threat, the band cuts their roots as an 80s hardcore band, but it’s fairly clear from the get-go that their riffing is a bit too soft, their intentions a bit too grand, and their output a bit too well orchestrated. We’re talking about a band here who staged the longest concert ever in Times Square, trashed MTV Canada twice just because they could, and has put hidden grooves in some of their numerous seven-inch singles. It’s hard to really try and pin down their true intentions, or their true musical direction.

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Special Report: Halloweenage Lobotomy

 

One of us.

One of us.

“Just pretending to be in the Ramones I felt cooler than I ever have in Black Flag, Descendents, or All.”

-Bill Stevenson (Descendents/ALL) on playing a Halloween show as the Ramones

I’m sitting behind my drumset on Halloween night on a stage that also doubles as a skate ramp. I can hear the crowd cheering, but I can’t really see them. There are spotlights glaring in my face, and I’m pretty sure the same is true for the rest of my band. We’re going to start our set any second now and I can hear Andrew, who’s on guitar, affirm that everything’s OK on his end. We’re greenlit and ready to go and all I can think of are Bill Stevenson’s words.

“This is going to be fun,” I keep repeating to myself like some Orwellian doctrinal entity. I’m hoping it’ll work. I’m hoping I’ll be convinced.

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Stomping Grounds: Edie Sedgwick (Washington, D.C.)

edieIt might be hard to be the transgendered reincarnation of Andy Warhol’s favorite muse, but that’s okay because Edie is currently tearing up the US of A from Washington D.C. with a multimedia assault in the form of tributes to the dear celebrities we hold close to our hearts. Whether you want to hear Edie’s take on the secrets of the Beltway, find out about how to write yourself a discount a music gear store (even if you don’t want it), or just want to learn an Indian hand-jive, this guide to the White Chocolate City has the Ghettoblaster stamp of approval.

What’s your town’s nickname?

Some call Washington, D.C. “Washington.” Others call it “D.C.,” or just “DC” (but, when spoken, you can’t hear the missing periods). Still others call it “The District of Columbia.” Still others call it “Chocolate City,” as many black folk live here (though, these days, it’s kind of a white chocolate city due to Caucasian yuppie invasion). Still others call it “Dodge City,” taken from the Go-Go Posse’s “D.C. Don’t Mean Dodge City,” a response to the metropolis’ high murder rate in the early 1990s (the murder rate has since declined). George Washington called it “The Federal City.” Sarah Palin calls it “Inside the Beltway.” I’m not friends with Sarah Palin, so I don’t call it that.

Why do you live there?

I am a “brain punk,” not a “pop punk,” or a “gutter punk,” etc. Brain punks like D.C. because you can go to law school or work on Capitol Hill, but you can also see Dischord bands and volunteer at Food Not Bombs. I never volunteered at Food Not Bombs, though.

What is your favorite local attraction (monument, park, etc)?

There’s a statue of Albert Einstein on Constitution Avenue near the Mall that’s friendly and makes me feel warm inside. Since most people think of a huge phallus (the Washington Monument) or staid marble memorials (Lincoln, Jefferson) when they think of D.C., this friendly rococo statue is a pleasant departure from our downtown’s severe classicism.


What is the best time of year to be there?

Summertime is boiling and muggy and sweaty. Most people hate it and blast their air conditioning, but I just lie around in my hot house and try not to move and am glad it’s not icy and freezing and January.

Who is your favorite local celebrity/personality?

Blelvis (a.k.a. “Black Elvis”) is a colorful local semi-homeless alcoholic who knows the words to every Elvis song and will sing to you for money. Also, if you don’t see him for awhile and ask where he’s been, he says, “Don’t you know? I’ve been in Blemphis, studying at Blemphis University.”

Where is the best place to drink and what’s their specialty or happy hour?

I don’t drink, but I like the Abita root beer at the Black Cat, a local indie rock venue of some repute.

What is your favorite local band?

Protect-U. They are an instrumental electronic duo that pioneers an aesthetic called “swimming pool” or “spiritual techno.” I recorded their 12-inch in my studio. Also, I am currently sleeping on their couch.

What is your favorite diner or restaurant and what is their best dish?

There’s this insane Indian buffet in College Park, MD right outside of town called “Woodlands.” It’s vegan friendly, and they have these awesome enormous portraits of Indian ladies doing this funky hand jive that’s like some kind of yogic hand jive or something. Also, they have Indian Chinese food.

What is your favorite local shop?

Atomic Music is this paradise of well-priced vintage gear. I wrote about them once for Washington City Paper, and now they give me deals. I didn’t write about them to get a discount, though. In fact, every time they give me one, I want to explain that it’s unethical for me to accept it, but there wasn’t an explicit quid pro quo, so maybe the discount is okay. I also don’t have the heart to turn them down because I know they’re just being nice to me. Also, once, they gave me an oversized T-shirt. Also, the deals aren’t that great, I think just like $20 off. I’ve probably spent like $10000 there since 1996. Maybe more.

What is your favorite local publication (alternative weekly, zine,
website or blog)?

I’ve written for the Washington Post, the Washington City Paper, and this hipster doofus website Brightest Young Things, but I’m not sure if any of them are my favorite publication. I really like this weird zine called Many Hills Mostly that’s done by my bandmate up in New York, so I guess that’s not really local, but he distributes it locally, so maybe it does count.

The Pile: Ancient Sky, ‘Ancient Sky’

HAIR BAND.

HAIR BAND.

Artist: Ancient Sky

Album: Ancient Sky

Label: The Perpetual Motion Machine

Year: 2009

Ancient Sky seems to have forgotten something when they decided to form a stoner metal band: the metal. But that’s okay. In fact, it’s refreshing. Instead of crushing distortion, as the guitars plow through spacey riffs, the band is accompanied by haunting organ tones and other reverbed keys. But don’t get confused. Ancient Sky isn’t playing psychedelic rock and roll like Dead Meadow or half of Tee Pee’s roster.  The songs are all based on simplistic heavy riffs played with a touch of restraint and plenty of introspection. The album has a few blues dirges, a strung out ballad, and some heavy swung Deep Purple riffs, all laid out in a natural progression. It’s an impressive debut with a bright showcase on some detailed songwriting — take, for instance, the counter melody the bass takes on album opener “Guilt Is Universal.” It’s a pretty solid musical technique you don’t often see from band’s who seem to take more inspiration from bong rips than Beethoven. Or maybe I’m just reading way too far into it.  Either way, Ancient Sky is an album worth listening to.

Written by Jesse Raub

Stomping Grounds: Jovana Batkovic of HotChaCha (Cleveland, OH)

hotchachaHotChaCha has been helping re-define the label “girl band” in the Cleveland area since late 2007. Josie and the Pusseycats they are not, but for a band who actively searched out a female bass player, it’s hard to shake the stigma. Good thing, then, that HotChaCha is currently ripping out abrasive off-kilter rock ‘n roll songs chock full of controversy and abstract art-itude. Or whatever. Ghettoblaster got the chance to chat with frontwoman Jovana Batkovic about her new hometown and the pristine beaches of Cleveland.

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TeeVee Dinner: Ziggy Stardust and the HD repeat last Sunday

Appeaing tonight only on your throwaway TV channels!

Appeaing tonight only on your throwaway TV channels!

With every new technology comes a slew of folks trying to cash in on it. Case in point — the waggleverse of Wii releases budgeted out and coded for a cheap thrill upon the release of the system. Anyone with HD channels knows this as well: there’s a whole crap load of channels dedicated to stuff that looks good in high definition without any real production value behind it.  Example? Palladia. It’s a channel dedicated to HD repeats from MTV and CMT and VH1 as well as never-ending concert footage from weird bands you don’t care about. Until last Sunday. For some reason, this gimmicky HD music channel decided to play D. A. Pennebaker’s Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars, a 1973 David Bowie concert film that was restored and released in 1983.

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Loosie Tunes: A glass of Black Wine

These guys also play rock and roll music.

These guys also play rock and roll music.

These guys were in other bands, but aren’t anymore. Black Wine have some great fuzzy psyched out garage riffs and hooks, but is the world ready for everything they have to offer? As a test to see if their rock ‘n roll will melt your brain, you can check out two Black Wine songs on the band’s MySpace page.

If you’re giong to check out “Couch Critics” and “Belong,” I suggest having a set of ear plugs ready lest the greatness pollute your eardrums and force you to only listen to Black Wine for the rest of the year.

The Pile: Evangelista, ‘Prince of Truth’

A little bit creepy.

A little bit creepy.

Artist: Evangelista

Album: Prince of Truth

Label: Constellation

Year: 2009

Evangelista’s Prince of Truth is one of those albums that could very easily be a shelver. Playing like an avant noise jazz group doing their best rough-edged indie rock impersonation laden with dramatic swells and emotional outbursts, Prince isn’t quite the most accessible album of the year.

But for all the feedback driven ambient intros, there are cohesive moments of melody and form. “You Are A Jaguar” has it’s share of freak out improvisational moments, that’s for sure, but the core of the song is a grandiose waltz.

It’s definitely an album worth poring over, allowing multiple listens to penetrate your listening habits and create a foundation for this album to rest on. One unfamiliar with jazz might have a hard time listening to the simplistic bass foundation of “Crack Teeth” and finding melody. But for Evangelista, what the band isn’t playing is almost just as important as what they are.  Their limited arrangements create negative space, and that’s one of the hardest things to do in music.

Music is one of the arts, but it’s hard to categorize most albums the same way as a painting. Most music exists in a concrete form for easy digestion; Prince of Truth is instead a modern abstract painting, open for interpretation and able to generate an emotional response beyond the lyrics themselves. Now it’s just a question of whether or not you can give the album enough time to reveal itself.

Amen to Zombie: The Beginning

One of the possible candidates...

One of the possible candidates...

Easy Freddy. This right here is to be a blog about two important subjects.
1. Drum & Bass
2. Halloween spooky sound effect CDs

Come with us now on a journey through time and space. Every week I’ll be typing up some words to update everyone on this seasons offerings of Halloween spooky sound effects CDs. The Zombie part of this blog.  The Autumn season is upon us, and that means Halloween excitement for me.  Halloween is by far my favorite holiday.  And with the chill in the air also comes seasonal goodies.

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The Pile: Reigning Sound, ‘Love and Curses’

Is that handpainted?

Is that handpainted?

Artist: Reigning Sound

Album: Love and Curses

Label: In The Red

Year: 2009

The great thing about modern garage bands is that they have decades of music that early garage inspired to pull from as well. It’s hard to imagine Reigning Sound without Bruce Springsteen’s back catalog or The Dead Boys to look back on, but at the same time, their simple approach revitalizes the best moments of Nuggets and Pebbles.

There’s a lot of passion (and Hammond organ) to these songs, and very few chords. That’s the way it should be. Reigning Sound takes the best from classic chord progressions, and modernizes them just enough with straightforward lyrics about love and loss to give the listener a toe-tapping pop album that stretches past most pre-conceived notions.

Most reviewers know that there are more albums available to review then there is time to review them, hence: The Pile. This column is designed to put a spotlight on some of those albums before they slip through the cracks.

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