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cannonball

From above comes a loud ripping sound and a flaming Bonzo gong is bashed and there is the tinkling of tubular water chimes and a warm feeling running down your leg and your freaking resident Buddha Nature psychopath named Laozencius shows up in a lift-kit small guy sitting on a…

ryan adams: low and lonesome

But perhaps Heartbreaker‘s greatest triumph is that even with its vast emotional scope, in a time when Adams would seemingly be best suited relying on the form he knows so well, he ventures into new realms…”   by john richen   There are few musical experiences in my life that…

the filth & the fury: sex pistols come clean

We weren’t nice boys — we were fucking nasty little bastards.”  — Sid Vicious   by john richen   If rock music’s legacy truly has anything to do with rebellion and revolution it is hard to think of a band who proclaimed this more loudly than the Sex Pistols. Emerging…

all tomorrow’s smarties

I’m not he but his pre-cast prep instructions are executed meticulously.  Hearing is believing, and believing is catching and for this moment catching is the best of all three..”     by john richen   Here: Ponderosa and Tamarack watch as a solitary child stands on a flat rock shelf…

the hallucinatory world of colonel jeffrey pumpernickel

That term ‘strident wet nurse’ was completely Bob’s. When I first told him about the project he said, ‘I’ve got a song for you–Strident Wet Nurse’– and then proceeded to sing me the song including the guitar loops.”  – Chris Slusarenko   by john richen   It must of been…

hardcore troubadours: jeff tweedy and steve earle live

Jeff was the perfect match for the Aladdin Theater’s friendly ambience and it’s porn-theater ancestry. He played to a crowded house of faithful folk who seemed both familiar and comfortable with his body of work, and compelled to yell the word ‘cock’, at the slightest provocation…”   by john richen…

guided by voices: isolation drilled

Deftly he works, mixing a splash of early Pretty Things with a generous shot of the Damned. Now he has dumped Joe Perry’s Rocks era snarl, Syd Barrett’s melted whimsy, the verve of Nick Lowe, and some confused guy sawing on a cello into a shaker, given it a healthy…