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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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Kurt Vile :: The Aquarium Drunkard Interview

On Kurt Vile's guitar epic "Bassackwards," a highlight from the Philadelphia singer/songwriter's newly released seventh album Bottle It In, Vile sings about "chilling out/but with a very drifting mind." That "drifting mind" is an illustration of Vile's particular duende. In conversation, as in his songs, he slides from place to place, idea to idea. He does so easily and without much stress.

Like a spacey Tom Petty, Vile writes the kind of songs that speak to just about anyone who's ever worn a pair of Levis or turned the radio up to better hear a guitar solo. No matter how cosmic his approach (and Bottle It In features some of his most out there jams to date, like the Mary Lattimore-assisted title song and creaking "Cold Was the Wind") Vile keeps a foot on the floorboard, connected to familiar reality in a way his favorite songwriters, including Randy Newman, John Prine, and Willie Nelson, might recognize.  "Hey, hey look look at me, always been in touch with the world obviously," Vile sings on the thundering "Check Baby."

Recently, while in town for a brief press tour, Vile stopped by Aquarium Drunkard HQ to sit down with Justin Gage to discuss the record, recording with Dean Ween of Ween, the influence of Sonic Youth, working with Kim Gordon, and how collaborating with his "sister" Courtney Barnett helped shape the new album.

Aquarium Drunkard: So how long have you been in LA?

Kurt Vile: One and a half days.

AD: How do you like being on the West Coast?

Kurt Vile: I actually like it here a lot, I like recording here. I have a lot of friends here I like to record with. One of my old friends from Philly...Mary Lattimore, moved out here. I play with her a lot. But also Stella Mozgawa from Warpaint...I’m friends with all those girls. They’ve all been involved at some point, but [it's] mainly Stella I love to play with. Farmer Dave Scher from the Beachwood Sparks, and his great solo things. There are all kinds of people here I like to play with and record with.

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Mondo Boys :: Blood Moon Baby (A Halloween Mixtape)

The full moon rises and there’s a chill in the air. But why is it RED? A child’s scream in the distance? Surely, just the wind. A crow flies across your path and you stumble and fall. CRACK. Your head on the pavement. Blood spills onto the ground. Vision fades. Music in the distance. Back from the dead. Mondo Boys.

Broadcast-All Chiffchaffs / Sister Irene O'Connor-FireSoft Hair-i.v.Timer Timbre-Curtains!?Richard Swift-HZLWD / Michael Kiwanuka-Cold Little Heart / Blood Moon ProphecyKing Krule-Czech OneCharlotte Gainsbourg-RestMondo Boys . . .

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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 539: Can – I’m So Green ++ The Everly Brothers – Lord Of The Manor ++ Blossom Dearie – Somebody New ++ Bernard Chabert – Il Part En Californie (He Moved To California) ++ These Trails – Garden Botanum ++ Pete Ham – Without You (solo demo) ++ Big Star – Mod Lang (Alternate Mix) ++ The Velvet Underground – Sad Song ++ Emitt Rhodes – Promises I’ve Made ++ T. Rex . . .

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The New Folk Sound of Terry Callier

This month, Craft Recordings releases an expanded deluxe edition of the late Terry Callier's remarkable debut album, The New Folk Sound of Terry Callier. This reissue includes five previously unreleased alternate takes (“900 Miles,” “Promenade In Green,” “It’s About Time” and “Be My Woman”) and two recordings making their vinyl debut (“Jack O’Diamonds” and “Golden Apples of the Sun”). "This record is like a river, ebbing and flowing," wrote Nik Rayne of the Myrrors for Aquarium Drunkard. "That may sound vague, but it’s probably the best way I can think to describe the music contained on the 1964 recordings that make up Terry Callier’s debut record The New Folk Sound of Terry Callier. Every time I put this music on I drift away, caught up in the slow, rolling rhythms and sad, rambling lyrics. Though Callier is best known for his run of unique psychedelic records in the early seventies, it’s his earliest material that has taken the strongest hold on my soul: a molasses-thick concoction of traditional American folksong and jazz, with Callier’s warm, deep croon practically floating across the stripped-back musical arrangements. Aside from Terry’s own finger-picked acoustic guitar, the record’s only other contributors are Terbour Attenborough and John Tweedle dueting on the bass."

The new edition includes new liner notes written by Aquarium Drunkard's Jason P. Woodbury. Presented here, an excerpt from those notes. The New Folk Sound of Terry Callier is available for pre-order now.

On July 29th, 1964, the 23-year-old Terry Orlando Callier hunkered down with supervisor Samuel Charters at Webb Recording in Chicago to record what would become his debut LP, The New Folk Sound of Terry Callier. Committing to tape a series of folk standards, the sessions paired Callier’s deep blue voice and acoustic guitar with two bassists, Terbour Attenborough and John Tweedle. Though the material retains its traditional roots, the peculiar configuration of instrumentalists, inspired by John Coltrane’s work with two bassists, nods toward Callier’s jazz leanings as does his forlorn phrasing. While Callier’s trailblazing run of records through the 1970s would more fully fuse jazz, soul, gospel and psychedelia, The New Folk Sound of Terry Callier conveys the promise and power of Callier in his earliest days. It’s a document marking a particular moment, capturing a young man in his element, his voice and songs timeless.

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Sarah Davachi :: The Aquarium Drunkard Interview

You might not pick up on it by listening to the serene, enveloping sounds of composer Sarah Davachi's Gave In Rest, but the record was born out of unsettled times. Written mostly during the nine months she spent uprooted between Vancouver and Los Angeles, where she's since settled, the album's odes to "secular mysticism" nod toward Davachi's classical training and background in medieval and Renaissance music, but reflect the openness of a life in flux. "I put everything I had into storage," Davachi says. "Everything was completely in limbo. I was living out of a suitcase for nine months."

She figured that if she wasn't going to be any one place, she might as well be all over. Embarking on a tour of Europe, Davachi found herself visiting churches and cathedrals, seeking in them a sense of peace and calm. Not only did she find what she was looking for, but with Gave In Rest, she's able to offer it to others. She's not eager to categorize the records gentle drones and slowly unfolding melodies as "new age" music, but still, songs like the hovering "Third Hour" and "Gilded" (featuring Echoplex treated piano) nonetheless possess distinctly healing qualities. It's a beautiful record, which makes it a timely one, and we rang Davachi up to discuss its unlikely genesis.

Gave In Rest by Sarah Davachi

AD: You weren't situated anywhere while making Gave In Rest. Did that sense of uprootedness inform the tone of the music? Did you find yourself using the music as a retreat from the hectic life you were living?

Sarah Davachi: Yeah. I think that's what it's about. When I was traveling, I kept trying to find these rituals to slow things down. When I travel, I always like to check out local cathedrals, because I think they're beautiful buildings and the acoustics are nice. But this trip, I noticed more the feeling of sitting there, being in this very different space from the outside world, being able to sit and not do anything. That became important and influenced the way I was thinking about the music. It made me want to tap into that feeling. When I got to Los Angeles, I'd replace sitting in a church with sitting in a chair and looking out the window for an hour. Those moments, of ritualistic quietude — the music became an extension of that.

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Judee Sill :: The Kiss (1973 / BBC – Old Grey Whistle Test)

Judee Sill may have exited this plane far too young in 1979, but not before leaving her indelible signature in the annals of pop music. And to that, "The Kiss" was her apex. Via Sill's brilliant second album, 1973's Heart Food, XTC's Andy Partridge once described her work as "tiny symphonies" -- which feels right for an artist whose craft both defied and transcended any strict genre categorization.

Here, recorded for the BBC, Sill performs "The Kiss" with lone piano accompaniment. Sill's . . .

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