Playlist \\ Nonvernal Vernacular

Nonvernal Vernacular

been a while. wind chills for the wistful.

Josephine Foster \\ “Amuse a Muse’
Bridget St. John \\ “Curl Your Toes”
Ralph McTell \\ “Streets of London”
Peter, Paul, & Mary \\ “Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright”
Jean Ritchie \\ “Jubilee”
Eric Anderson \\ “Dusty Box Car Wall”
Jesse Colin Young \\ “Four in the Morning”
Tom Rush \\ “No Regrets”
Townes van Zandt \\ “Rex’s Blues” (A Far Cry from Dead version)
Arlo Guthrie \\ “Prologue”

Playlist \\ Crack the Hydrant

Crack the Hydrant

summer sizzler. 

Tracklist:

Lafayette Afro Rock Band \\ "Soul Makossa"
Whitefield Brothers \\ "Rampage"
Femi Kuti \\ "Truth Don Die"
Fela Kuti & the Africa 70 \\ "Yeh Ye De Smell (feat. Ginger Baker)"
Dyke & The Blazers \\ "Shotgun Slim"
Horace Andy \\ "Zion Dub"
Mikey Dread \\ "Love the Dread"
Dennis Wilson \\ "Pacific Ocean Blues"
Zilla Mayes \\ "All I Want is You"
Chubby Checker \\ "Goodbye Victoria"

Body/Head & Gunn-Truscinski Duo - PhilaMOCA (07.26.18)

The remains of a perfect set at PhilaMOCA

About seven or eight years ago, before the release of Smart Flesh, I remember reading exhaustively about the Low Anthem's recording process for what would be the last album before an extended hiatus. Aside from some of the hokey folk-archetype shit I completely ate up in the pre-"Ho! Hey!" era -- recording in an old pasta factory with a community of musician-friends, the juxtaposition of quirky folkies in a post-industrial, blue collar setting -- there was one part of the process that stuck out to me. Before going into recording, band leader Ben Knox Miller had the group read John Steinbeck's 1952 novel, East of Eden. 

The plot, characters, motifs are all irrelevant. The book (allegedly) never played into the music or recording at all. The point of this somewhat ostentatious exercise was to simply direct the band members into a similar mindset by completely mentally diving into the same world.

I had a similar feeling as the Gunn-Truscinski Duo -- a long-running on and off again project between guitarist/songwriter Steve Gunn and percussionist John Truscinski -- started their set this past Thursday at PhilaMOCA here in Philly. The 45-minute set began with "Road Bells," the introductory track from their 2017 release Bay Head. This served as their East of Eden, for lack of a better comparison. Starting off with drone and ambient guitar noise: Steve rattling the bridge of his guitar, rolling sprawling open chords that melt under his tremolo, Mr. Truscinksi droning away between electronics and the whine of bowed cymbals. 

This transfixes the audience, tuning and calibrating our ears to align us with them.

The set comprised of four more offerings, two each from Bay Head and their 2012 release, Ocean Parkway. Although they are from different eras of the project's life, they were all translated to be relevant to present-day Gunn-Truscinski Duo. "Banh Mi Ringtones," from Ocean Parkway, starts of with a tinkling guitar groove, supported by low, rumbling percussion. As the song progresses, it eventually evolves into a noisy psych-jazz freakout, Steve making the guitar squeal and scream while Truscinski lays the percussive foundation that allows the music to catapult into the stratosphere. 

The next two songs -- the eponymous track from Ocean Parkway and "Seagull for Chuck Berry" off Bay Head -- followed this same tone established early in the set. The band taking groovy, Dead-inspired jams and flipping them completely inside out, showcasing the rawness and viscerality of a pair of musicians that are more than the sum of their parts.

The set closed with the penultimate track from Bay Head, a song called "Gunter" -- which is also probably my favorite song these guys have released, recorded or live. The song begins as the set did, low buzzy drone, rattling of cymbals, into a tinny guitar groove.

For those reading (if anyone is even reading this) that aren't familiar with guitar moves, there's a bending technique where a guitarist will fret two notes on adjacent strings and bend the lower note until it reaches the same pitch as the upper string. It's a maneuver that's a quick switch from dissonance to resolution. If you've ever listened to even five minutes of Led Zeppelin, you've heard Jimmy Page do this about 400 times.

Point is, there's a point in "Gunter" where as the song builds, Steve is a little more all over the fretboard,  and he pulls this move. But just as the notes are about to slide into resolution, the guitar just fuckin' shrieks, and from there the song explodes into this bizarre blend of joy and chaos, reverie and hyper-awareness.

I usually catch Steve Gunn whenever he swings through town -- ok, always, every time, and direct other engagements around these performances -- but Steve and John Truscinski playing together is simply otherworldly. I love the recordings, of course. A few years ago I had a CD of Sand City/Ocean Parkway in my car, which soundtracked a somewhat hellish commute for about three months. But the way these songs are translated live, and morph into where Steve Gunn and John Truscinski are as musicians at the given moment, is in my opinion a very high level of both individual and group musicianship.

So I've gushed enough about Steve Gunn and John Truscinski, but what was probably the big draw for the sold out crowd at PhilaMOCA was the headlining act Body/Head -- the collaborative effort of psych/noise-drone guitarist Bill Nace and Kim fucking Gordon, who just released their first album in five years called The Switch. We saw both Kim and Bill floating around the audience before the show and during the Gunn-Truscinksi set. PhilaMOCA is a very small venue, so it's a pretty funny experience standing next to an American musical icon, both vying for the same crowd position to get a good cell phone snap for Instagram. "You've been blessed," quipped a friend after she walks by and brushes my shoulder.

Anyway, where Steve Gunn and John Truscinski left the audience on the side of the road, Kim Gordon and Bill Nace picked us right back up and kept driving. I'm not sure if it was because it was 90-degrees outside and 110 inside, but Body/Head's set had me feeling like I was floating in a warm bath of caustic fuzz.

Kim and Bill make an interesting duo. Both play guitar on this project, but they both seem to take melodic and percussive duties at the same time. Bill's playing is more low and pulsating, Kim's a bit lighter and sharper, but together they create these heavy blanketed textures that complement the sense of floating, with Kim's Siren-esque vocals luring the audience into sedation.

The 40-minute set felt like a long sigh, but went by in the blink of an eye. Truth be told, I don't think I even blinked at all. The music has a heavy, noisy, magnetic pull that rolls and tumbles and transitions seamlessly. This effect doesn't happen by accident. Kim Gordon and Bill Nace are extremely talented and immensely experienced, and pay attention to each and every nuance that creates a performance environment that completely engages the audience.

At the end of it, I was pretty much in awe and felt very appreciative. I've seen dozens of shows at PhilaMOCA, and Gunn-Truscinski Duo a handful of times. I never had the opportunity before this to see Kim Gordon, but had caught Bill Nace with his Vampire Belt project (with drummer Chris Corsano) a few months earlier. But this set in particular was near perfect -- four musicians at the top of their game on a short string of shows at very select locations. 

Ultimately, I am grateful that I live in a city where music is supported, highly ingrained in the culture, and for how incredible this show was, that opportunities like this are a very normal occurrence.

Hot Wax: Matt Sweenie & Bonnie 'Prince' Billie \\ Superwolf (Reissue) & Others

I haven't posted an actual thing here in a while, so in an effort to break the radio silence this is what I've been bumpin' this week.

Bonnie "Prince" Billy and Matt Sweeney \\ Superwolf [just issued to streaming]

"I have often said that I would like to be dead in a shark's mouth."

By the time this was recorded in 2005, Bonnie 'Prince' Billy (Will Oldham) had been putting out his folk-with-a-punk-ethic musings for over a decade. Matt Sweeney was at work having two revered records with Chavez under his belt (released by Matador), as well as a stint in Billy Corgan's post-Pumpkins one and done grunge-pop tangent, Zwans. 

The two had been friends for some time and took the opportunity to record, leveraging each others strengths as much as possible. From Oldham, we get his wry, blunt, tongue in cheek lyrics through his thin and weary tenor paired with Sweeney's scuz fuzz fingerpicked guitar, with harmonies to boot. The result is very mirror-like, in that Oldham and Sweeney follow and mimic each others motions with their own style and voice. Like that mirroring, it's sometimes hesitant, other times in complete lockstep -- which adds to the immediacy and intimacy of the recording. 

I think no better example of this is "Goat & Ram." The song starts of with Sweeney's slow, hypnotic riff with Oldham singing -- almost as if he's not sure its his time to come in -- "There is no god but god, god in your body, which is mine?" This call and response goes on, building only in intensity only in a palpably silent way until Sweeney opens up, and Oldham knows it's his turn too, "All is, all am, all is, goat and ram."

This is a great record, and I think it's a testament to both the universality of Will Oldham's style as well as Matt Sweeney's ability to accompany and complement another artist with such a distinct style, but without forfeiting any of his own sensibility or aesthetic.

[This record released on Drag City came out in 2005, but it's only been up on streaming services since last week.  So since I've been giving it a lot more attention the past few days I figured I'd mentally treat it like a reissue.]

Choice tracks: "My Home is the Sea"; "Goat & Ram"

Death Grips \\ Year of the Snitch

Cooped up inside avoiding the heat this past weekend, I was watching Man on the Moon -- the 1999 bio-pic of comedian and performance artist Andy Kaufman. There's a point in the film, after Andy has run with an extensive bit with wrestler Jerry Lawler, in which his fans have gotten tired of his schtick and seeming lack of regard for virtually anything of value to the people around him. I kind of feel that a lot of Death Grips fans had started to feel the same way after a string of canceled tour dates, concert and festival no shows, threats of hiatus, and a litany of other shun-worthy offenses to music fans. 

For a group with such a cult following, it's actually kind of surprising the twists and turns that Death Grips have taken since their breakthrough albums, the near back to back releases of Deep Web and The Money Store in 2012 and 2013 respectively. Purely based on intuition and speculation, I'd be surprised if Death Grips garnered many more fans since those releases, somehow maintaining a strong dedicated base since that time. 
That said, I don't want to call Year of the Snitch a return to form, or a redemptive album (if they even need that), but it is very good and it feels a lot more focused than what I've taken from Death Grips in a while.

This is less of an album recap as much as it's me being oddly surprised at how much I like this album, especially for the spotty output and how annoying it's been to be a Death Grips fan the past three or four years.

Choice tracks: "Black Paint," "Hahaha" 

Other good spins:

Idris Ackamoor & The Pyramids \\ An Angel Fell
Grover Cleveland Jr. \\ Mister Magic
Roxy Music \\ Roxy Music

I went to a show at Connie's Ric Rac on Saturday night. I really enjoyed what I saw, so here are my lazy, oversimplified comparisons if one is curious to what they sound like to me without making an effort to actually listen.

S.T.A.R.W.O.O.D.
Theatrical, intergalactic synth-driven glam metal. A Philly staple but this is the first time I caught them.

Mage Hand
Rick Wakeman over blast beats.

Deeply Woven
If Joe Satriani played in Don Caballero. 

(^^thanks for that last one, Michelle)

Playlist \\ Valhalla Night Sweats

Valhalla Night Sweats

Dreamy and dreary. Reverie in the rearview.

John Fahey \\ "Night Train to Valhalla"
Tim Buckley \\ "The River"
Jackson C. Frank \\ "Milk and Honey"
Michael Guezian \\ "Acosanti"
Rolling Stones \\ "Lady Jane"
Neil Young \\ "Tired Eyes"
Velvet Underground \\ "Ocean"
Nick Drake \\ "Free Ride"

Daniel Bachman \\ "Scrumpy"

On July 27, guitarist and composer Daniel Bachman will release his latest batch of material on a record called The Morning Star. Last month he shared the album's focused and pensive midnight stroll of a closing track called "New Moon." Today we get a glimpse at The Morning Star's penultimate track curiously titled "Scrumpy."

LISTEN HERE

For those not familiar, Daniel Bachman is a massively talented musician who has made a name for himself in the Fahey-revival of the past 10 years, or so. The style and technique of the music, dubbed "American primitive," is heavily rooted in pre-war 20th century American folk music, draws on classical and American folk strains, and is threaded and fused together through solo guitar interpretations. American primitive has traditionally relied on an acoustic guitar (sometime banjo) fingerpicked in an open tuning, simultaneously fretting strings for melody and percussion. It is at times very improvisational, and pulls equally a shit ton from Indian ragas and Mississippi John Hurt. 

A pioneer of the style, John Fahey released dozens of albums between the 1960's and 70's, and became somewhat of a sleeper celebrity known mostly by those in his somewhat niche musical circle (aside from this bizarre 1981 MTV recording). He had a brief stint back in the public eye in the 1990's through the release of instructional music videos, and had passed away by 2001 from heart problems and suffering from a 20-year alcohol abuse problem.

The mid-2000's saw a resurgence of sorts of this music, ushered in by the likes of Philadelphia's own late and great Jack Rose, Glenn Jones, pushed to new theoretical realms by Ben Chasny (Six Organs of Admittance), and brought to a wider eye by musicians like Steve Gunn, Nathan Bowles, and William Tyler -- thanks in part to oddly consistent coverage by news outlets like NPR or even Stereogum.

But I digress.

I suppose the point of all of this is to say that whenever we speak of this music -- Daniel Bachman in particular -- the Fahey comparison's always come first. Yes, giving context is helpful. Yes, Fahey has a mythical status among crate-digging folkiphiles. But this is like comparing every songwriter to Bob Dylan (or Townes van Zandt if you're Steve Earle).

When I listen to John Fahey, I feel like I'm listening to a story teller. The dynamicism along with the lyrical nature of his writings play out like a ballet. No one is saying a word, but you understand the story just by watching (or in this case, listening) and following along. John Fahey wrote fiction. He used to perform as Blind Joe Death, and come out on stage wearing shaded glasses pretending to have lost his sight. He wrote "Night Train to Valhalla" and "Dances of the Inhabitants of the Invisible City of Bladensburg." He was a brilliant musician, but he was a character of his own construction.

Daniel Bachman, to me, feels more like an interpreter. His music is a conveyance of some fact or observation. The night sky, deer antlers rubbing a tree, the sloshing of the Rappahanock River. The music is rustic in a sense, but it's contemporary. It's present. It doesn't take me back to a simpler, less immediate or frantic time, but the music has no less of an impact as a result. It's like I can feel like I'm sitting under a tree in the dead of night on the side of the road in the Poconos on the way to my parents' house, but I still have my cell phone sitting in my truck. Or more realistically, flipped over sitting next to me where I can only focus on trying to not look at it, post some bullshit on Instagram, and just trying to enjoy a quiet moment.

In other words, Daniel Bachman makes music for presence, patience, and observation.

"Scrumpy" song starts off with furious, droning fingerpicking. Daniel digs out a tense, modal melody with his picks scraping the strings at every turn. It eventually, and inconspicuously, melts into repetitive, contemplative, spellbinding slow to resolve chord strums, and finishes out with the night sounds of a steam engine and ambient cricket chirps.

"Scrumpy" is also a funny title for a song. The title is a term for hard cider made from less than prime apples. English moonshine perhaps. Maybe the original Old English. I can imagine sipping some scrumpy between guitar takes, wincing, and getting back to playing under the warm summer night sky. Or maybe glugging scrumpy is the nightly ritual and the song is the result of the right dosage.

Either way, "Scrumpy" is another great song in Daniel Bachman's canon of astute observations. 

You can pre-order The Morning Star through Three Lobed Recordings here.

Playlist \\ Cosmic Pollen

The inaugural Cosmic Pollen playlist.

Cosmic Pollen

let 'er ride.

Les Filles de Illighidad \\ "Imigradan"

Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan \\ "Yeh Jo Halka Halka Saroor Hai"

Steve Gunn \\ "House of Knowledge"

Mind Over Mirrors \\ "Oculate Beings"

Joe Henderson \\ "Water"

Sun Ra feat. Pharoah Sanders \\ "Rocker Number 9"

Amon Duul II \\ "Eye Shaking King"

Kourosh \\ "Share Chesmat"

Ecstatic Vision \\ "Keep It Loose"

Kikagaku Moyo \\ "Tree Smoke"

Oh Sees \\ "Contraption/Soul Desert"

Norman Greenbaum \\ "Weird"