R.I.P. Sunny Murray
One of the foremost proponents of Free Jazz, Sunny Murray has manned the kit longside the legends of the genre, including Albert Ayler. Cecil Taylor, Sonny Sharrock, Archie Shepp and Arthur Doyle, to name a few. Today, Murray continues to reinvent the role of the drummer fifty years after his recorded debut.
Taken from an episode of Paul Tschinkel’s Inner Tube, this footage looks and sounds fantastic! So excited to watch 30 minutes of prime Congo era Cramps! Dig the set list:
01 Don’t Eat Stuff Off The Sidewalk
02 New Kind Of Kick
03 The Green Fuz
04 Can’t Find My Mind
05 Goo Goo Muck
06 Natives Are Restless
07 TV Set
08 Sunglasess After Dark
09 Voodoo Idol
10 Human Fly
11 I Was A Teenage Werewolf
12 Beautiful Gardens
R.I.P. Col. Bruce Hampton
The Hampton Grease Band’s sole album, 1971’s sprawling double LP, Music To Eat, stands as the finest document of Post-Psychedelic, long form, Southern Fried Experimental Cosmic/Comic Jazz Rock spew, to dare walk the line between The Mothers of Invention and the Allman Brothers. Not surprisingly both acts were also fans of the Grease Band’s complex structures and twisted humor, with Zappa signing the band to Bizarre/Straight Records (for an unrecorded album, as the group disbanded shortly thereafter), and the Allman Brothers recognizing their talents after sharing the stage at various Atlanta based gigs. So…take music that is somehow undeniably Southern in nature and tightly arranged but exploratory in form, add a healthy dose of the playfulness and wit of early Zappa with the Surrealist/Dada inspired lyricism of Don Van Vliet, underpinned by a band both as tight as either The Mothers or Magic Band, but as comfortably loose as the best, lost to history…
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Kelly Canary was the throat shredding vocalist for one of the toughest bands to emerge, if only slightly, from the Seattle Grunge scene, Dickless. With just a single and a few comp tracks to their name, Dickless’ discography is woefully scant and I’ve been waiting years for a proper retrospective, and/or some live footage, to no avail. Fortunately, youtube user Mike Ziegler, has been uploading a veritable fuck ton of rare performances (do yourself a favor and check his page, but set aside some time), and hidden among them is this set from Canary’s post-Dickless band, Teen Angels. Possessing the frightening ferocity of a cornered feral beast, Canary growls and screams in a manner that must have been hell on her vocal chords, but is absolute manna for someone attracted to musical primal rage.
For those interested in enjoying a full night of mid-90’s Punk spew as it existed, there are sets from the same show featuring Red Aunts and Clawhammer.
Teen Angels disbanded after just a couple of years, and Canary is now a lawyer, working as a public defender, and for a time providing legal advice for the Innocence Project. There’s even a C-Span video in which she appears with Damien Echols, incarcerated as a member of the West Memphis 3 and author of Life After Death, discussing both Echols case and wrongful conviction in general.
I would like to thank Kelly Canary for both her music and her work in public defense, but would also like to add that I’ll be waiting for any return to the stage, unlikely though it may be, some twenty years later.
Because if you’re a Magma fan, you’re gonna wanna see this.
First let me state in no uncertain terms, that I am no Deadhead. In fact, I find a significant portion of the band’s catalog entirely intolerable. Caveat aside, and in honor of the 50th Anniversary of the Grateful Dead’s debut LP on which the following song resides, I give you every version that, to my admittedly limited knowledge of Dead recordings, exists of the most rocking song that they ever put to wax; Cream Puff War, a song that even a certified Dead hater could love.
http://www.filedropper.com/gratefuldead-thecreampuffwars
A note: the versions listed as March 3 and March 18 are the same recordings, but I was unable to decipher which was the actual date, and forgot to edit it to one file.
I know that I’ve been AWOL around these parts, but I also know that many of you who visit this page are big Teasers fans, hence this brief return. It will be a vinyl only release via In The Red Records, appx summertime. http://bit.ly/2mciZJZ
Where else are you gonna see Jimmy Page whip out a Vox Phantom? Could have done without Mr You’re A Better Man Than I, though.
Didn’t get to see The Feelies live til the mid-80’s, at which point I saw them every time they played my town, and was never left anything other than blown away and exhausted. One of the greatest live bands ever.
Also, if you have not, do yourself a favor and check out Paul Tschinkel’s youtube archives. Mucho amazingness.
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