Saturday, September 14, 2024

We're up to twenty! Time for an old-school All Pearls, No Swine...

All Pearls, No Swine celebrates its 20th edition! Woohoo! A bit more than a year and the series that started it all is still going strong...after some adventures in the 2000s and the 80s now back in the decade that also started it all. Back to the 70s again, folks, with the usual mix of folk, country rock, rock'n'roll, some soul rock and a healthy dose of psychedelia for dessert. 

As per usual I tried to find a good balance between better known acts with lesser known songs and unknown acts with...uh...even lesser known songs. For the bigger names here, we got Little Feat with a Bill Payne written-and-sung outtake from the sessions for the first album. The Feat feast continues unabated! The Chamber Brothers' beautiful version of "The Weight" brings the soul, while Geronimo Black were a slightly proggish rock band built around former members of The Mothers of Invention, kicking things off here with the driving "Low Ridin' Man". 

The Flying Circus were Australian bubble gum chartbusters come country rockers who really wanted to be the Sweetheart-era Byrds and later emigrated to Canada and went for a harder-edged rock sound. Their "It's So Hard" is still firmly in their harmony-based country rock phase. Nechako, as almost expected by their name, are another country rock outfit.

Until relistening to this I had forgotten how country Lew London's "Rodeo Rider" with its singing pedal steel really is, or how Larry Jon Wilson's "Ohoopee River Bottomland" with its details of local country life seems to be a distant cousin to Bobbie Gentry and her storytelling style. Charlie Webster's "No Horse Town" is an intriguing odd little number, first carried by swirling guitars, before turning into a piano-based tune, while Keith Dear is providing some dreamy folk rock slightly reminiscent of Donovan and Gritz bring the grits with their swampy rock recalling "Bayou Country".  

And then I decided to let this volume of APNS run out with a triple whopper of psych rock. First there's Blackfeather, who for one album were a psych-prog-hard rock troupe before personnel changes saw them morph into a barrelhouse piano-wielding fifties revival act. Then we have psych folk protest singer Mike Glick remind people that "You Can Not Stop History" and finally Bruce Palmer takes us home with "The Calm Before The Storm". 

Everything old is everything new with these All Pearls, No Swine. Enjoy...and to the next twenty! Excelsior!




Wednesday, September 11, 2024

Finns? Playing heavy metal on banjo and mandolin? You've gotta be kidding...

Alas, if this somehow doesn't sound enticing, well the joke's on you. An example of a You Tube joke gone horribly wrong or horribly right, depending on your point of view, Steve'n'Seagulls were founded in pretty much the same way as their viral success came to be: A happy accident. All five original members (bass player and drummer have since been switched) living and playing in different musical outfits in the Finnish town of Jyvaskyla were brought together because they all had dabbled in country/bluegrass instruments and a promoter was looking for an opening act for a country-western show. Steve'n'Seagulls were born! 

In between the goofy but awesome name and the goofy but respectful and, above all, fun takes on rock'n'roll classics in a bluegrass style, there is something here. Steve'n'Seagulls didn't do this first (bands like Hayseed Dixie had been doing blurgrass covers of hard rock songs for years), and I don't know if they do it best, but there's definitely quite a bit of fun to be had with this. The joke is probably wearing thin over the four albums the band released, but for an hour and change, the running time of Farmageddon, this is fine. 

Arrangements are tight and lively. In terms of song choices, I stuck with 'the big ones', having classics from about 25 years of rock'n'roll back to back to back to etc. from the likes of AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Guns'n'Roses, Kiss, Metallica, Nirvana, ZZ Top, and others, because half the fun is recognizing the song and then see what the crazy Finns did with it. I hesitated between the 'live' takes on Youtube that made them a viral hit back in the days and the studio versions, but finally stuck with the studio versions for a unified sound, though I did add the original video version of "Thunderstruck" as a bonus track at the end. And in case you're wondering, "My Maria" is a band original, one which I really liked. It's the brain child of Herman Da German, the band's banjo player who takes lead vocals onit, as he does for the  ballads and slower songs, while lead singer Remmel takes care of the uptempo songs. The other sort of 'wildcard' track on Farmageddon, a cover of Angelo Badalamenti's "Twin Peaks Theme" is a Herman solo joint. 

You know that the One Buck Guy likes to rock, yeah! (yes, he does! yes, he does!). And if you've been here more than once or twice, you know that he loves country music in all its forms. So the combination of rock and bluegrass was, like Thanos, inevitable. So, as the guys from Steve'n'Seagulls would say: Rokataan! 


 


Sunday, September 8, 2024

The best Neil Young album...made by not-Neil Young. Say howdy to Israel Nash...

I figured I'd post this fabulous album some time here at One Buck Records and the time is now. Actually I was just reminded these last days of how awesome Israel Nash can be when listening to his latest, Ozarker, that I picked up from the library this week. That album with its glammed-up cover shows has Nash going the way of like-minded retro artists like Jonathan Wilson, after the 70s sounds of their repective sophomore albums he has now also arrived at an echo-filled, synth-esque 80s style that sounds like he also listened to Springsteen circa Born In The USA (or, you know, Taylor Swift's 1989). Actually, the evolution of Nash across his records is interesting. Predecessor Barn Doors and Concrete Floors,  still with his last name Gripka attached, has hints of a closeness to the sound of Neal Young in songs like "Baltimore", but "Louisiana" also suggested the country side of Exile On Main Street and most of the album is a muscular, no-frills Americana recording in the 90s 'no depression' mould of Uncle Tupelo or Whiskeytown. But his sound changed relatively significantly for his sophore album, our One Buck Record of the day, Rain Plans

Rain Plan, or rather Israel Nash's Rain Plan, is a record that doesn't sound like any Americana album from the 90s, it goes back further, much further. As the title might have tipped you off, think early 1970s Neil Young at his most blissfully stoned. A dude walks up Sugar Mountain, or in Israel Nash's case, down Myers Canyon, in a poncho, and probablly with more than a handful of peyotle in his pocket.  

Gripka also changes his vocal style, going from more of a rock'n'roll growl to a not quite-falsetto that approaches the vocal style we associate with Mr. Young. The instrumentation is still Americana, with cascades of steel guitar washing over these songs, then mingling with slightly psychedelic elctric guitar, often recalling Young's brothers in arms instruments Crazy Horse. There is a real hippie vibe to the thing, right down to the artwork, Lesanka Honighs animal paintings and a mirror foil with the inscription "See the Beauty That Surrounds You". Cosmic American Music lives on! 

If you liked Luke Gibson or you are a fan of the psychedelic Topanga Canyon retro music of the Beachwood Sparks, you should love this record. If you love Uncle Neil, you obviously will. But, really, if your musical sweet spot is, like mine, slightly off-kilter country-influenced rock that sounds straight out of the early 70s, give Isreal Nash's Rain Plans a listen. It's good stuff, maaaaan!

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Friday, September 6, 2024

Back from permanent vacation: Lowell George and his suitcase of goodies...

Lowell George and his Blue Plate Special have lived a charmed, sun-kissed life on the lovely beaches of False Memory Foam Island, but even long-term residents sometimes have to make room for new time shares and such. Luckily, Mr. George found a new home right away, closer to home, and he has brought a suitcase of goodies with him. So, if you are a long-time island dweller, then this will look and sound familiar to you, but I like to believe that in the last year I've picked up some visitors elsewhere, for whom this will be shiny and new. 

So, what's Blue Plate Special? A compilation of George Lowell moments, an odds'n'sods compilation with and without Feat, but always with a lot of heart. None of the songs on here are mega rare or something, a bunch of them have been issued as bonus tracks or showed up on box sets and such, but not all, and  a lot of them still fall through the cracks.

Without further ado, here are what's in Lowell's briefcase, together with some sand, a couple of Hamburger wrappers, a lot of weed, whites and wine and, uh, snakes on everything: 

Roll Um Easy

Yeah, let’s get rolling with this fine solo remake of the Feat track off Dixie Chicken, done for possible inclusion on his solo album. Maybe he felt a redone “Two Trains” was enough, given the skimpy running time, though, this would have been nice to have on Thank’s I’ll Eat It Here Later. For me, it also beats that Trains remake rather easily

Doriville

One of the loveliest Feat outtakes, originally recorded for Sailin' Shoes. This deserves to be much wider known. Just an absolute beauty.

Good Lovin’

The track that got this whole project started, Lowell being backed by The Grateful Dead on this outtake from the Shakedown Street sessions. It’s raucous, it’s rowdy, it’s slightly off-kilter – it’s very Dead and very very Lowell.

Crack In Your Door

The earliest version, with an embryonic Feat.

Brickyard Blues (Play Something Sweet)

Really good outtake, certainly better than some of the stuff that made the records.

Willin’ 

Lovely live version from 1974 with some quicksilvery, extra lovely piano work from Bill Payne. I might be critical of some of the man’s latter Feat feats, but this is fantastic. 

Feats Don’t Fail Me Now 

Lively alternative version. The classic Feat New Orleans R’n’B.

Easy To Fall (Easy To Slip)

One of two demos they gave the Doobie Brothers. The Ted Templeman connection I guess. The Doobies didn’t use them, too bad for them. I really like the mid-tempo shuffle of this one.

Long Distance Love

The original version of the song with an extra verse before they rejigerred the Feats Don’t Fail Me Album. It sounds more like a demo and the vocal is curiously flat with an odd cadence. Admittedly it’s not a patch on the published version, but not very widely circulated and thus right at home with the assorted odds’n’ends here.

Rock’n’Roll Doctor

Alternative version with a horn section. The song cooks either way, of course, the horns are a nice extra touch they seemingly decided they didn’t need, but let’s be real, it would have been an instant Feat classic in any of these versions.



Fool On The Avenue

Lowell solo demo from 1975, just the man and his guitar. Lovely stuff.

Wait 'Til The Shit Hits The Fan

Early version of “The Fan”, as rowdy and garage-y as early Feat would get. Just listen to those frat boy 'Woh's'.

Juliet

 Like “Crack In  Your Door”, this is from the pre-Warner Brothers session

Two Trains

Lowell’s demo for the band: him, his trusty drum machine and even more trusty guitar. A killer, even in this early unadorned form.

Heartache 

Unfortunately never properly recorded for reasons unknown, the demo with Valerie Carter was attached as a bonus track to Thanks I’ll Eat It Here. This is from a radio appearance in 1974, slightly rough sound quality, but it’s Lowell & Linda. ‘Nuff said. 

Rat Faced Dog

More early, rowdy Feat, cookin’ up some hard boogie. Guitar freaks will love the work out. 

What Do You Want The Girl To Do

From his solo tour, with his really slick backing band, this is almost disco. Lovely background (due to the mix almost duet) vocals by Maxine Dixon. Recorded three days before his death, more proof that reports of him being some sort of unsalvagable wreck at the end were mostly unfounded, at least as far as stage performance is concerned. 

Texas Rose Café

The second demo for the Doobies.

China White

A song that stayed with Lowell from the early 70’s until he finally recorded it in 1978. Published on “Hoy-Hoy!”, from the slow build to the bluesy middle to the full-blown gospel choir, this is a lot of Lowell in a nutshell.

20 Million Things

For me personally, this is Lowell’s masterpiece, and thus there was no other way to end this collection. What a song. “...all the letters never written, that don’t get sent...the time seems to slip away”. Lyrically and in sentiment a close cousin to Jim Croce’s “Time In A Bottle”, both remind us of how both their respective authors had approximately 20 Million Things still left to do, and no time left to do them. That's of course in both cases not what these songs were written about. Croce wrote his after learning of his wife's pregnancy, Lowell's is a love song, even if an unusual one... 

It's still hard to fathom that George died when he was only 34 years old, having already spent what seemed like a life time in the music biz. Forgive the slightly distant sound quality, for extra poignancy this is the last ever “20 Million Things” from the Lisner Auditorium during Lowell’s last concert. Three songs later he would stop singing. One day later he was gone. Time had slipped away. 

And we miss him, still, and always. 



Thursday, September 5, 2024

Happy Birthday to One Buck Records!

Woof, tempus fugit, mes amis, tempus fugit. I knew that I had started this thing about a year ago, and upon checking, started it one year ago to the day. So, happy birthday to this lil' blog! I'm not gonna lie, the first weeks were often frustrating, seeing traffic slowly creep into double digits and twenties, then thirties. But hey, that's the growing pains of every new blog I reckon. Persistence, keeping posting, keeping the thing rolling...and here we are, 146 posts and a year later. 

Thanks to Jonder for encouragement, mentions on his jonderblog and commenting; to Babs and Fu Manchu for liking and linking this place; to Art, MrDave, steVe and C in California...ye old faithful. And to everyone who not only drops by, but also leaves a comment from time to time. Blogging is a lonely place sometimes, so keep the comments coming folks... 

And now, to another year of One Buck Recordings...

...raise your glasses, shake your asses...


 

Tuesday, September 3, 2024

From The Record Shelf: It Ain't Walking On Egg Shells, These Shels Bring The Noise...

And now for something completely different...I haven't indulged much in heavy music around here, mainly because it isn't my favorite genre. I mean, I dipped a bit into hard rock and heavy metal as a teenager, but really only a bit. Heavy prog or prog metal is definitely not a genre that I would have bet on being interested in when I was younger, mainly because what prog I heard, mostly from my dad getting a nostalgia vibe from time to time, putting on stuff like An Electronic Mass from Spooy Tooth with Pierre Henry, and then getting yelled at by my mom who aske for the noise to cease. The other reason why I wasn't into prog is that I'm a lyrics guy and that I'm not big into jams and everything jam-like. When push comes to shove, I'll take a singer-songwriter and his or her acoustic guitar. 

But it was a kind of boredom with that kind of music that finally drove me to check out prog rock. I was continuing to collect my Lucinda Williamses and Ryan Adamses, but at some point you've pretty much heard it all in the genre. So, I randomly picked up the BugglYes version of Yes and went from there. The fact that Drama, my first foray into prog, was verging on Heavy prog on tracks like "Machine Messiah" probably set me on the rails that lead us to our One Buck Record of the day. 

Boy, aren't we mysterious...

I didn't know anthing about *shels when I fished Sea Of The Dying Dhow out of a bargain bin somewhere. I don't even know what got me to pick it up, the art and song titles didn't really point to something in my wheelhouse. Maybe the hype sticker on the front that promised "a new and beautiful journey" pushed me, or I was just feeling adventurous that day. Anyway, The Sea Of The Dying Dhow is an album that I like, almost despite myself and my declared proclivities. The longer pieces alternate between melodic sections and sudden eruptions of noise. The music is both melodious and crunchy, the guitars can get really heavy at times, but Shels know how to not overdo it.   

*shels was formed as a follow-up project to British experimental hardcore band Mahumodo by their mastermind Mehdi Safa. Lyrics aren't a great concern and Sahfa is just an okay singer, which in turn also means none of the sometimes exagerrated and operatic vocal antics endemic to prog rock. In the end, it doesn't matter much , as about 80% of the album is instrumental, where *shels are more interested in the ebb and flow of their soundscapes than any traditional song structures. At times I'm reminded of some of the music by Steven Wilson/Porcupine Tree that I like.

In case you were wondering what the hell a dhow is...

So, friends and neighbours, are you ready for something a little out of my wheelhouse? Or yours? I am whenever you are. No need to go down to the beach, let's listen to some *shels right now...






We're up to twenty! Time for an old-school All Pearls, No Swine...

All Pearls, No Swine celebrates its 20th edition! Woohoo! A bit more than a year and the series that started it all is still going strong.....