New Rev Horton Heat
I'm digging the new Reverend Horton Heat album, "Laughin' and Cryin' with...". It's all pretty country-fried, without any of the heavy guitar psychobilly burners of some past albums, but all in all, a strong release. I listened to it free at lala.com before committing... 8-)
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On the other hand, There Ain't no Saguaro in Texas and Please Don't Take the Baby to the Liquor Store will wind up on some playlists before the end of the weekend.
There's a name I haven't heard for awhile; Slim Cessna's Auto Club. I caught them a few times when I was living out in Denver. In fact, they may have opened for the Reverend Horton Heat at the Ogden Theater, but I could be misremembering that; it was a very long time ago. The accordian player (Frank?) worked at Wax Trax, if I recall. Half the band was Denver, the other half out in Rhode Island or something. Man, I'm just making one wild stab after the other at my memories of fifteen years ago. None of that might be accurate. There might not even be a band called Slim Cessna's Auto Club. But if there is, I saw them several times in concert, had a couple of their early albums, and liked their music.
Oh, hey, no, I think I saw them open for 16 Horsepower, and it was at the Odgen.
Oh, never mind.
From there, by a route which I can no longer recall, I found myself checking out A.A. Bondy. More Holy Music; this time out there in M. Ward territory. Now I have come to find Ward's godbothering more than a little tiresome, and his finger-wagging positively obnoxious, and have only managed to listen to the last offering once. Would Bondy fill the gap? So far, he does seem to be doing so. Yes, he uses the images and tropes of the Good Book, but that is not, in itself, a bad thing. I'm not the kind of atheist that thinks all religion is bunk, and that the Bible is just a mess of fairy tales (in fact, I have a lot of respect for fairy tales). And hypersecularism cuts us off from a lot of rootsy stuff that we still need: if you can't find your way around the old myths, you can read virtually no fiction or poetry. The Romantics, whether English, German or French, mean nothing - Keats just mumbles, Baudelaire talks bolleaux (old joke) and Goethe is nothing but a boring old fart with some odd ideas about vegetables. Once you read them through the Bible and the Greeks, they may not make sense - who would want them to? - but they pop the mind most gloriously.
Bondy is that good. His lyrics are exceptionally witty, literate, thoughtful and imaginative. Musically, he's obviously in the line from Dylan, leaning towards the Lost Boys of American rock and country. If you haven't done so, give him a listen.
re: big book...who knew it had redemption in it???
There's redemption in the Bible? Do the redeemed need to escape from prison through a sewer pipe and live happily ever after on a beach in Mexico?
Craig
Uh-oh. Do I sense a Black Hole yawning open.
a) have the heavily disguised blueprints tattooed over your body
b) be some kind of architectural engineering genius
c) be the victims of a massively complicated conspiracy
...or did I get that wrong?
Tim, I apologize but the Black Hole reference predates me and it has never been explained to me, so I'm going to have to answer "dunno."
Craig
BTW, selfrisinmojo and I are honing in on the end of the Don Pedro tale over on the Black Hole Archives.
Sorry.
Carry on.
Craig
clink.
btw, shawshank redemption is a compelling story - how do you get your american film fix, tim?
the boris + sunn o))) rekkid has to play to that topic as well.