Craig Smith :: Love Is Our Existence (Maitreya Apache Music)

Los Angeles’ Craig Smith, aka Maitreya Kali, is one of the greatest songwriters of the 60s, though his work is known (consciously) to only a small but devoted cult. Craig wrote several big hits for MOR artist Andy Williams, penned "Salesman" which was recorded by The Monkees, and should have found fame and fortune with his brilliant group The Penny Arkade. Thanks to the work of Mike Stax (of Ugly Things magazine and lead singer of . . .

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Kid Millions: 5 Unstoppable Jams Featuring Oneida’s Superhuman Drummer

On the eve of the release of Oneida’s masterful Romance last month, word came through that the long-running experimental rock group’s drummer John Colpitts (who plays under the name Kid Millions) had been in a serious car accident. Fortunately, John is expected to make a full recovery, but medical bills are mounting, and Thrill Jockey has set up a GoFundMe page to help out. Give what you can. For more than two decades Kid Millions has proved himself one of the underground’s most exploratory/explosive musicians, both technically adept and open to all kinds of approaches. No matter what the context, he’s always finding new and exciting rhythmic possibilities. The dude is very prolific, as well. For just a small taste of what the Kid been up to recently, check out a few highlights released in the past year or so.

Charnel Ground - The High Price: An inspired team-up of Kid, Yo La Tengo’s James McNew and guitarist Chris Brokaw (Come, Codeine), Charnel Ground’s debut finds this power trio locking in and blasting off. “The High Price” is a total rager, with Brokaw wreaking glorious havoc above Kid and McNew’s propulsive rhythms for 10 unstoppable minutes. Crank it.

Charnel Ground by Charnel Ground

Oneida - Lay of the Land: Romance, Oneida’s latest double LP, is packed with stellar moments, as the band explores some subtler, but no less gripping zones. “Lay of the Land” is a kosmische wonder, transporting the listener with shifting/drifting textures, driven by Kid’s tensely hypnotic groove.

Romance by Oneida

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Drinks :: Hippo Lite

Marfa, TX: Earlier this month, in what appeared a makeshift rehearsal space, Bradford Cox (Atlas Sound / Deerhunter), Warpaint’s Stella Mozgawa, White Fence’s Tim Presley and Cate Le Bon live broadcasted an impromptu, lengthy jam session via Cox’s Instagram account. Indeed, to be a fly on the wall. The principals were gathered   due to their involvement in this years Marfa Myths; the recurring music festival produced and programmed by the Brooklyn label Mexican Summer. Accordingly, things got pretty far out with some inspired moments peppered . . .

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Wye Oak :: The Aquarium Drunkard Interview

On The Louder I Call, The Faster It Runs, Wye Oak synthesizes the disparate strands that have run through its discography over the last decade into one solid form. Synthesizers hum, electronics whirl, guitars mutate into fantastical shapes. All of this happens without ever losing the human elements of multi-instrumentalists Jenn Wasner and Andy Stack. It's a record sees Wye Oak transformed, but more itself.  "What my heart wishes is a treasure/Seemingly foreign/But somehow still it is familiar," Wasner sings on the slinking "It Was Not Natural."

Though both halves of the duo, which formed in Baltimore in 2006, presently reside in North Carolina, the lp was recorded with Wasner stationed in Durham and Andy Stack based out of Marfa, Texas. But all that geographic distance folds in the album's songs. Built on a foundation that suggests the art-pop grandeur of Kate Bush, the Cocteau Twins, and Peter Gabriel, the record pairs Wasner's interrogative lyrics about moral duty, acceptance, and hesitation with bombastic guitar squalls, lush harmonies, and swelling beats. While previous albums -- particularly 2011's Civilian and 2014's Shriek -- were composed with strict instrumental and conceptual limitations in mind, The Louder I Call, The Faster It Runs pulses with maximalist weight. "We made the world large/And wanting every piece of it," Wasner sings on "My Signal," part acknowledgment of human selfishness and part proclamation of intent. Here, Wye Oak sounds bolder than ever before.

So what does any of this have to do with Metallica? Speaking with Wasner and Stack via phone early in the morning a few weeks ago, I was surprised to find myself bringing up the Bay Area metal band as I fumbled to find the right language to discuss the ego-less approach Wye Oak employs. Luckily, two had rewatched the 2004 documentary Some Kind of Monster  on tour recently, and it proved a useful tool for illuminating what makes the project work. Our conversation, condensed and edited, is presented here. The Louder I Call, The Faster It Runs is available now from Merge Records.

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Sly Stone :: The Casio Garage Demos

Society is intrigued with reclusive artists, the ones who achieve some measure of success only to seemingly shun the fame and notoriety that accompany it, quickly disappearing from public view. There's practically a cottage industry devoted to it. See: the crazed, drug-fueled stories surrounding the likes of Syd Barrett, Brian Wilson, and Skip Spence. But few remain shrouded in as much mystery as Sly Stone, who but for the grace of God turned 75 in March of this year.

Known to live out of an ever-traveling RV, and nearly impossible to track . . .

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Beverly Copeland :: Good Morning Blues (1970)

With vox akin to Linda Perhacs, Beverly Copeland dropped this one in 1970. Soul deep, Copeland's vocals are sparsely accented by acoustic guitar and trumpet, riffing on the stirring black hound of depression that woefully does not abate with the morning sun.

Beverly Copeland :: Good Morning Blues

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Jazz Dispensary Presents: Soul Diesel (Volume II)

Jazz Dispensary returns with another crucial clutch of tracks, this time in the form of Soul Diesel Vol. 2, an organ-driven set of jammers being released, appropriately enough, on 4/21 for Record Store Day.

Like the original Soul Diesel comp, which the LA-based label released in 2016, Vol. 2 takes its name from Sour Diesel, a cannabis strain known for its energizing and . . .

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Art Bell :: 1945-2018

"I think -- no, I'm sure -- Coast to Coast wouldn't work with a daytime audience."

Art Bell died in his Pahrump home in the Nevada desert on Friday, April 13. No doubt, someone somewhere is already prepping to dispute the information provided by his pending autoposy, to allege that perhaps the "facts" should be questioned. Maybe something else has transpired. Incredulously, they will construct an alternate timeline and ask, "But what about [blank?]" As it should be.

Bell got his start as a rock deejay, but transitioned into talk radio in the late '70s. Talking about politics bored him, and he shifted discussion on his West Coast AM program to conspiracy theory. Renaming the show Coast to Coast AM in 1988, he found his calling, talking about the paranormal with listeners late at night. Whether you were a hardcore believer, a permissive skeptic, just there for kicks, or a combination of them all (as I find myself), Bell provided a singular radio experience. It wasn't about truly interrogative interviews -- Bell was happy to let a lot of suspect info slide right on by -- it was about his unparalleled mastery of atmosphere. Listeners tuned into C2C and its spinoff Dreamland for the far-out conversations about aliens, shadow people, other dimensions, Area 51, Roswell, shadowy government agencies, and  Mel's Hole, as well as interviews with free-thinking luminaries like Robert Anton Wilson  and Terrence McKenna, and rants from deeply problematic folks like  David Icke. But just as much, they tuned in for Bell himself and the curious radio theater he constructed, the way he made curiosity a virtue, made strange things seem possible, or perhaps even plausible. They came for hidden truths, but stayed, I suspect, because Bell created something remarkable through his innovative use of silence, AM's soft fuzz, and haunting music.

Bell continued hosting Coast to Coast until 2003, when he moved to weekend hosting gigs, which he continued until 2007, when he moved into occasional guest host spots. He formed two other short-lived shows: the evocatively named Midnight in the Desert and Dark Matter, both of which captured some elements of the classic show, but were beset by problems, including Bell's assertion that someone -- perhaps something -- was targeting him.

"I love all-night, and I would never leave it," Bell told Larry King in 1999. "I think there's something special about the night and nighttime people."   words / j woodbury  

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Damien Jurado :: Allocate

At the conclusion of the majestic Maraqopa trilogy, and four consecutive records with Richard Swift behind the boards, Damien Jurado returns to a previous form on his upcoming, self-produced lp,

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Dean Ween :: The Aquarium Drunkard Interview

Here's how I first encountered Ween. I'm in junior high and in the lunch line at the school cafeteria, shuffling my tray along that metal railing, as my buddy, who as an adult would do some terrible things and spend some time up behind bars, tried to explain to me who Ween was. Or rather what Ween was.

He had a cassette copy of 12 Golden Country Greats in hand, the band's fifth album, featuring 10 C&W songs recorded with producer become a member or log in.

SIRIUS/XMU :: Aquarium Drunkard Show (7pm PST, Channel 35)

Our weekly two hour show on SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35, can now be heard every Wednesday at 7pm PST with an encore broadcasts on-demand via the SIRIUS/XM app.

SIRIUS 518: Jean Michel Bernard — Générique Stephane ++ OMNI - Sunset Preacher ++ Omni - Confessional ++ Wire - Strange   ++ Drinks - Real Outside ++ Shopping - The Hype ++ Kindness - Gee Up ++ Sonny & The Sunsets - Death Cream ++ The Babies - Get Lost   ++ The Almighty Defenders - I’m Coming Home ++ Harlem - South of France ++ King Khan And The Shrines - Le Fils Du Jaques Dutronc ++ Jaques . . .

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