This was followed by a trip to Bent Gate in Golden on Thursday with two others to see the 2011 Powderwhore film, Breaking Trail, with Jonah Howell and his wife running the whole affair. Another great visual experience, with skiers flying down mountainsides and riding through clouds of power. One can't go to Bent Gate without buying something!
A holiday weekend meant an extra day lounging at home, doing long neglected chores and sleeping in late, but only after staying up late the night before, outside with the truck whose stereo cranked. This time I wanted to try something different, going instead for the studio releases of several artists, listening to them in crystal clarity that you can only get when listening to official releases.
The Fall - Bingo-Master's Break-Out
Guitarist and one of the founding members, Martin Bramah spoke about their song "Repetition":
It wasn't punk. It didn't have structure - it was just a riff and a beat. Live it was usually a lot longer than it was on the record. [But] it became a war of attrition against the audience. If we were feeling particularly abused, we'd just play 'Repetition' till the audience either walked away or got really violent...It was like, 'If you can take this...' In the early Fall, confrontation with the audience was sort of the lifeblood.
Killing Joke - The Peel Sessions 1979–1981
Nevermind The Bollocks Here's The Sex Pistols
The Rolling Stone said:
If the sessions had gone the way I wanted, it would have been unlistenable for most people," Johnny Rotten said. "I guess it's the very nature of music; if you want people to listen, you're going to have to compromise." But few heard it that way at the time. Packed with disgust, nihilism and raw guitar, the Pistols' only studio album sounds like a rejection of everything rock & roll, and the world itself, had to offer. True, the music was less shocking than Rotten himself, who sang about abortions, anarchy and hatred in general on "Bodies" and "Anarchy in the U.K." But Never Mind . . . is the Sermon on the Mount of English punk — and the echoes are everywhere.
Tom Waits - Bad As Me
"...Waits’s singing is the true surprise. His voice is often restrained on Bad As Me and mostly avoids the self-mimicking, high-in-the-mix growl that hurt past albums.
"But for anyone who misses the more avant-garde Waits, there's the penultimate "Hell Broke Luce," a stunning four-minute encapsulation of the modern soldier's lot, framed as a stream-of-consciousness marching chant with otherworldly percussion and occasional bursts of Metallica-style guitar. Its abrasiveness doesn't quite fit with the rest of the album, but it's tour de force enough to be worth the price of admission."
Pretty Lights - Spilling Over Every Side EP
Their Facebook page says:
"Pretty Lights is the musical vision of the ultra-versatile Colorado based producer Derek Vincent Smith. At a time when music lovers from almost all subcultures and genres are finding common ground in the basic form of bangin' beats, Pretty Lights is giving the people what they want: electro organic cutting-edge party rocking beats that fill venues with energy and emotion and send dance floors into frenzies."
They are scheduled to play at the Paramount Theater in late December. I may decide to check it out, assuming its general admission, unlike the David Sedaris show at the same local, as this post began.
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