Maston ‎:: Darkland (Sessions from ‘Tulips’)

Those of you who caught our 2017 Year In Review may remember the inclusion of Maston’s cinematic lp, Tulips -- a record we described as "a ‘70s film score on a hit of acid, Elmer Bernstein sweating through a bad trip only to arrive at an ecstatic come up." And then some.

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Aquarium Drunkard Presents :: ECM Listening Party

In anticipation of the second installment of our Guide to ECM Records, join the Aquarium Drunkard crew and our friends Zach Cowie and Third Place this Sunday, October 28th, in Los Angeles at hi-fi bar and cafe In Sheep's Clothing (710 E. 4th Place), from 4-10 PM. We'll be spinning records from the second forthcoming guide, which follows

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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 encore broadcasts on-demand via the SIRIUS/XM app. You can download the Aquarium Drunkard Mountain Man session, heard during hour two, HERE.

SIRIUS 541: The Astral Army – Interstellar Shortwave ++ Amon Düül II – Halluzination . . .

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Steve Gunn :: New Moon

"Off-key dreams that you're living in/Smiling skulls, ghosts are grinning/Power lines, spark their singing/Drone song blues, makes me want to go."

Steve Gunn's back, and he's got spirts on his mind. On January 18th, the singer/songwriter returns with his fourth album, The Unseen In Between, and today the first taste of the album made its way into the world. A classic slice of folk rock, "New Moon" sounds like a conjuring, a spectral, hauntingly eerie jam for . . .

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Loudon Wainwright :: The Aquarium Drunkard Interview

Loudon Wainwright III can't help but look back lately. Last year, the 72-year-old songwriter released a memoir, Liner Notes: On Parents & Children, Exes & Excess, Death & Decay & a Few of My Other Favorite Things, and in 2018, he's followed it up with Years in the Making, a comprehensive boxset pairing live recordings, bootlegs, demos, covers, and live tracks with detailed notes, drawings, and ephemera from his personal archive. With characteristically grim wit, Wainwright sums up his recent retrospective work: "I have been looking over my shoulder for a long time, but the reality is that we are getting close to the big finish here." There's a laugh, but it's a knowing one.

As a new notch in his vast discography, Years in the Making is a testament to Wainwright's particular breed of fearlessness. Few songwriters can match his candid approach to writing about life, love, and generally wrecking things. But what makes his sardonic songs click — aside from the abundant humor coursing through them — is Wainwright's always apparent heart, which shines through his tenderest songs, especially those about his highly musical family, including his ex-wife Kate McGarrigle, their children Rufus Wainwright and Martha Wainwright, his former partner Suzzy Roche and their daughter Lucy Wainwright Roche. It's been "fun to go back and look at my life, my childhood, my parents, my romantic misadventures, my kids," Wainwright says.

Family guides Wainwright, and his new project, a theater piece titled Surviving Twin, which debuts on Netflix next month, finds him connecting to the work of his father, Loudon Wainwright Jr., a renowned writer known for his "The View from Here" column in Life Magazine, produced by Judd Apatow and directed by Christopher Guest. Sitting down with Aquarium Drunkard, he touched on how his personal life has informed his work, the process of digging into his "man cave" archives, and the terrifying time he got stoned with his mother. Surviving Twin will be available to stream on Netflix November 13th.

AD: Years in the Making pulls from a lot of very different sources. You’ve got home recordings, radio gigs, live recordings, and bootlegs. Did all this material come from your own archive?

Loudon Wainwright: A lot of it did. I had this little man cave thing in my house where I go down and try to work. There are boxes and boxes of cassettes, reel to reel stuff from the 70’s, old hard drives [down there]. So most of it came from my archive, as it were. It took three years to put it together, and I worked very closely with [producer] Dick Connette. He and I listened to a lot of stuff, and we made a list of winners, maybes, and no fucking ways, [guaging the] quality of the stuff.

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The Lagniappe Sessions :: Mountain Man

Lagniappe (la·gniappe) noun ˈlan-ˌyap,’ – 1. An extra or unexpected gift or benefit. 2. Something given or obtained as a gratuity or bonus.

It's been eight years since we've written about Mountain Man, the last occasion being the release of their debut album, Made . . .

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Blondie :: Heart of Glass EP

As the 1970s came to a close, Blondie released its third album, Parallel Lines. Helmed by producer Mike Chapman, the record streamlined the arty punk of the band's previous efforts into a cohesive pop sound, with chiming, melodic songs like "Sunday Girl," "One Way or Another," and the band's Nerves cover "Hanging on the Telephone" serving as sleek vehicles for Debbie Harry's vocals and Chris Stein's hooks. But it was "Heart of Glass," a song included deep on the lp's second side, that would take Blondie from NYC's art-punk underground to . . .

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Transmissions Podcast: The Halloween Edition

Broadcasting from the Hollywood Forever Cemetery . . .

The Aquarium Drunkard Show: The Halloween Edition

AD Halloween Intro ++ Eartha Kitt - I Want To Be Evil (AD Halloween Version) ++ The Munsters - Munster Creep ++ Bob McFadden & Dor - The Mummy ++ Danny Ware - The Zombie Stomp ++ The Sound Offs - The Angry Desert ++ The Blue Echoes – It’s Witchcraft ++ The Tomko’s – The Spook ++ Scotty Macgregor And His Spooks - I'm A Monster ++ Screaming Lord Sutch – She’s Fallen In Love With A Monster Man ++ The Gories - Casting My Spell ++ Baron Daemon & Vampires - Ghost Guitars ++ Elvira - End of Side One ++ The Five Blobs - The Blob ++ Vincent Price - A Hornbook For Witches (AD Halloween Version) ++ The One Way Streets – Jack The Ripper ++ The Swamp Rats – Louie Louie ++ Oma Liddie - J. J. Jackson and the Jackals ++ Bill Buchanan - Beware ++ Ronnie Cook & The Gaylads – Goo Goo Muck ++ Frankenstein – This Is The Fiend ++ Donovan - Wild Witch Lady ++ The Frantics – Werewolf ++ Radio Spot – I Was A Teenage Werewolf ++ The Cramps - I Was A Teenage Werewolf ++ Donovan – Hurdy Gurdy Man ++ Evariste – Connais Tu L’animal Qui Inventa Le Calcul Intégral ++ The Frantics - The Whip ++ Charles Bernstein – Jail Cell ++ The Vault of Horror ++ Lee Kristofferson – Night of The Werewolf ++ Steve King – Satan Is Her Name ++ Kip Tyler – She’s My Witch ++ The Madmen – Haunted ++ Don Hinson & The Rigamorticians - Riboflavin-Flavored, Non-Carbonated, Polyunsaturated Blood ++ Bobby “Boris” Pickett - Monster Mash (AD edit) ++ Billy Lee Riley - Nightmare Mash ++ Wade Denning & Kay Lande - Halloween ++ Los Holys - Campo de Vampiros ++ Otis Redding - Trick or Treat ++ Monsters Crash The Pajama Party ++ Bobby Bare - Vampira ++ The Sonics - Strychnine ++ Screaming Lord Sutch & The Savages - All Black & Hairy ++ Chance Halladay - Deep Sleep ++ The Weirdos - E.S.P. ++ Leroy Bowman - Graveyard ++ The Frantics - Werewolf ++ The Dynamic Kapers - Alligator Wine ++ The Surfmen - Ghost Hop ++ The Connoisseurs - Count Macabre ++ The Poets - Dead

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Calvin Love :: Highway Dancer

Across four records and numerous EP's, the speed, direction, and gesticulation-level of Calvin Love's music may have changed, but the Canadian singer and multi-instrumentalist has rooted his music in the one thing that's remained constant: his captivating voice. Surrounding that voice has at times been lofi synth-drenched dance music, searing guitars (one of Love's many talents sometimes forgotten behind his own gesticulating front-man moves), or as on his latest, Highway Dancer, ample space for experiments in numerous textures within his songs.

Success for artists like Love can be opaque. But there's genuine beauty, and envy, in an artist who stays true to exploring their own creations rather than pinpointing a trending sound and running towards it. At various points throughout his career Love could have easily latched on to whatever sound was closest as he traversed North America. Instead, he's been uncompromising. His music is distinctly his own - and while it is his voice that remains as the only real constant, the craft underneath shows his depth as a creator. Where one artist might come across like a baseball slugger in the heart of a lineup, Love is a full 25-man roster. There's sluggers, for sure, but there's also the players making the league-minimum, doing their part and holding on for dear life.

Highway Dancer is filled with moments that seesaw between exhilaration and darkened contemplation. "Dreams Keep Calling" switches between touches of the Velvet Underground and Springsteen, with a BTO-inspired driving piano. It's a song that evokes the track "Sugar Hives," from Love's 2017 EP Ecdysis. That track, layered with sax and sweeping vocals, felt like a breakthrough for Love. It showed the cinematic nature of Love's sound, and the heart of its appeal. Using the same tools, a song like "Dreams Keep Calling" feels like the soundtrack to a movie you desperately want to see.

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What the Future Sounded Like: A Documentary

The future is now. Released just over a decade ago, What the Future Sounded Like is a tight, twenty seven minute, short film documenting the nascent and fascinating birth of electronic music in Britain . . .

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Jerry David DeCicca :: Burning Daylight

Earlier this year, Texas songwriter Jerry David DeCicca released his second solo album, Time the Teacher. A jazzy excursion into cosmic country soul, it paired intimate words — about watermelons, rivers, and sacred spaces — with expansive sounds. It turns out JDD wasn't done for the year: late last month, he released another full-length record: Burning Daylight via Super Secret . . .

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The Other Years :: S/T

The ingredients are familiar: keening fiddles, interlocking banjo and acoustic guitar, close harmonies worthy of Hazel Dickens and Alice Gerrard. But the more you get into The Other Years’ debut self-titled LP, the more cosmic it gets. The sound is earthbound, but the duo’s compositions spiral out in fresh, complex ways, reminiscent of fellow folk renegades Will Oldham and Michael Hurley (the Hurley connection is made explicit on a haunting rendition of the classic “Wildgeeses”). The Other Years have tapped into a deep river of American song while remaining remarkably cliché-free – no easy feat when you’re . . .

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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 encore broadcasts on-demand via the SIRIUS/XM app.

SIRIUS 540: The Staple Singers – Uncloudy Day ++ Kevin Morby – Harlem River ++ Krano – Mi E Ti ++ Ryley Walker – Everybody Is Crazy (Amen Dunes) ++ Kacy & Clayton – The Siren’s Song ++ Joan Shelley – Over And Even ++ Meg Baird – Counterfeiters ++ Jennifer Castle – Sailing Away ++ Steve Gunn – Way Out Weather ++ Anna St. Louis – Fire ++ Jana Hunter – A Bright-Ass Light ++ Angel . . .

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The Goon Sax :: We’re Not Talking

One-third of the Goon Sax is descended from Australian rock royalty: Louis Forster's dad is Go-Betweens' co-founder Robert Forster. And make no mistake, Go-Betweens fans will find plenty to like on We're Not Talking, the band's stellar second LP — it's packed with cleverly eccentric pop that's spiked with melancholy-but-always-witty lyrics. The Goon Sax's uniformly strong songwriting manages to transcend any familial connections, however, whether on the surprisingly lush opener "Make Time 4 Love," the devilishly catchy "Losing Myself" or the sad drift . . .

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J. Mamana :: Nothing New in the West

Shortly after I moved to Providence, an ex-girlfriend was telling me about a kid named Jay. Together, we went to catch one of his shows in a dingy little room above an arts centre. A metal band opened for him. When he finally came on, he looked like the younger brother of Louis Theroux. I remember being impressed that beneath the somewhat obvious Dirty Projectorisms and Vampire Weekendy hooks there were hints of wiser, grubbier touchstones: Kevin Ayers, John Cale, Dory Previn. I can even recall, after the gig, chatting with him about a song of his that reminded me vaguely of Stackridge (it was called 'Cyndi Lauper'). I made a mental note. Later, I would learn that this same kid had hosted Smiley Smile listening parties during his freshman year, giving mini-lectures on each track, presenting them as little tragedies to his fellow students. Regarding the Beach Boys, he now says, ‘Maybe Anton Bruckner is a good comparison...Brian Wilson's work ought to be considered sacred music for a cruel, secular world.’

Nothing New in the West by J. Mamana

The first single off of J. Mamana’s forthcoming debut, Nothing New in the West, is nevertheless a surprise, all mumbly rhythms and fluttery fragments of classical guitar. The indie overlay has been stripped right back, making room for something more airy and peculiar. The song is punctuated throughout by cascades of pining harmonies that keep asking a very Wilson-y question (what it’s gonna take to fit in, how to stop playing the third wheel), all of it building to a crescendo of strings and a plea to tell the truth. It’s a song that manages to sound both minimalist and baroque at the same time. The drums, when they arrive, are orchestra-pit deep. But the most startling thing here is how all of the above gets arranged around a solo piano composition — Emahoy Tsegué-Maryam Guèbrou’s ‘A Young Girl’s Complaint’ — that makes the song’s hesitations throb with ghostly history.

When I ask him how he came to twin his lyrical dejection with the music of an Ethopian nun, he begins by telling me that growing up near the Emahoy Tsegué-Maryam Music Foundation in Washington DC was part of the equation (he is now ‘semi-employed’ in the foundation’s archives). But it was really about her relationship to Americana.

‘What fascinated me at first about her music was that it sounded like the Chopin nocturnes or something. Then I found out that she in fact saw herself as part of this Western classical tradition of Brahms, Schumann, Beethoven, etc. The pentatonic scale used in “A Young Girl’s Complaint” is the same one used by Dvořák and Barber and Copland in their “American” compositions. It’s also an Ethiopian makam. I'd already determined that the record would deal substantially with American music and American imperial history. That history is a global history.’

Emahoy Tsegué-Maryam Guèbrou :: A Young Girl’s Complaint

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