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Bettye Swann :: Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye

Best known for the 1967 bubblegum soul hit, “Make Me Yours”, Bettye Swann was born one of a family of fourteen children in Shreveport, Louisiana. Her impassioned vocals (just ever so slightly off-kilter) bring to mind the kindred spirit of another somewhat overlooked trailblazer: Wendy Rene. A bold statement, perhaps, but dig this: Swann’s 1969 cover of The Casino’s barbershop ballad “Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye."

A glorious paradigm of late 60s / early 70s country-soul, Swann’s rendition has a rooted authenticity with her vocals exuding a smoky naturalism  without sacrificing her key ingredient . . .

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SIRIUS/XMU :: Aquarium Drunkard Show (Noon EST, Channel 35)

Our weekly two hour show on SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35, can be heard twice every Friday — Noon EST with an encore broadcast at Midnight EST.

SIRIUS 481: Jean-Michel Bernard — Générique Stéphane ++ Jean Michel Bernard — Générique Stephane ++ Tinariwen — Tenere Taqqim Tossam ++ The Ify Jerry Krusade — Everybody Likes Something Good ++ Johnny ‘Guitar’ Watson — Lovin’ You ++ Fatback Band — Goin’ To See My Baby ++ We The People — Function Underground ++ Darondo — Let My People Go ++ Los Issufu . . .

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Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy :: No Time to Cry (Merle Haggard/Iris DeMent)

No stranger to covers, Bonnie 'Prince' Billy returned to the fold earlier this month via his latest long-player, Best Troubador. An inspired collection of Merle Haggard covers, the vinyl edition of the double album arrived with a little lagniappe on the side: "No Time to Cry" - an Iris DeMent tune that the Hag covered on his album, 1996. And for those of you sans a turntable, behold . . .

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Transmissions Podcast :: Lonnie Holley

Welcome to Aquarium Drunkard’s recurring Transmissions podcast. Today, we finish our mini-series in collaboration with the folks at Mexican Summer. In March, AD’s Jason P. Woodbury headed out to Marfa Texas to attend Mexican Summer’s Marfa Myths Festival, a four-day, multi-disciplinary celebration of art and music in West Texas, which resulted in his essay, “There’s No Such Thing As Nowhere.”

For this episode, Woodbury sits down with artist and musician Lonnie Holley. His sculptures, assembled from found objects, seemingly align each random component with meaning. In 2012, Holley released his debut album, Just Before Music, on Atlanta label Dust to Digital. Reviewing the record, AD's A. Spoto wrote, "He sings with an intense, emotional voice and unleashes lyrics without consistent meter or rhyme over gossamer keyboard lines that hang in the ether. His music is a blues nebula, splotched with riffy word jazz that shares in some rappers’ collagist aesthetics as well as the runaway passion of a gospel preacher enlivened by the Spirit."

He followed it with a second, Keeping a Record of It, in 2013. Both featured improvised music and melodies, drawing on Holley’s personal reserve of gospel, jazz, blues, and folk music. Like his music, this conversation is wide-ranging and freeform, a gentle and inquisitive exploration into how much meaning we're willing to grant the world around us.

Transmission Podcast :: Lonnie Holley

Subscribe to the Aquarium Drunkard podcast on  iTunes  or via  RSS feed. Lonnie Holley photo by Tim Duffy.

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Videodrome: The Bizarre & Bewitching World of Cult Animation

(Welcome to Videodrome. A recurring column plumbing the depths of vintage underground cinema – from cult, exploitation, trash and grindhouse to sci-fi, horror, noir and beyond.)

In a more civilized age before digital effects and “always on” video streaming, cult cartoons were radioactive contraband. They were hard to find and dangerous to possess. Respectful Americans didn't take kindly to perverts back then, and they sure as shit didn't celebrate gory claymated sex-craft.

Now days . . .

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New Sounds / West Africa

“When the Europeans took blacks as slaves in the US, our ancestors brought their culture with them. They mixed their music with modern instruments, and created the blues, and that invented rock n roll, rhythm and blues, jazz, everything. The blues comes from here. We sing, we cry, and it brings you into a trance. We make Bori, we do Voodoo. Our ancestors brought this to the US. Little by little, it took in everyone.” — Mona (né Abdoulaye Bouzou)

A long overdue update on some of the most incredible music released this year, so far -- all from the incredibly robust and eclectic realm of modern-day Africa. The venerable Sahel Sounds, increasingly standing shoulder to shoulder with the Strut and Soundways labels, released two splendid, and wholly different, documents of new sounds coming out of West Africa earlier this year — one grounded in guitar-based field recordings, the other coming from a more experimental and electronic angle — patch working synthetic textures and organic sounds to mesmerizing effect.

Let’s start with the guitar record. A compilation of various guitar music, seemingly oozing out of every corner of Niger, Agrim Agadez is a testament to the infinite power of the unadorned and naturalistic recording process. Bringing together the likeminded contemporary passion of this musically dense and focal region, from musicians of all walks of life, the comp includes what the liner notes describe as everything from “bar bands of the southern Hausa land, pastoral flock owning village autodidacts, rag-tag DIY wedding rock musicians, to political minded folk guitarists.” In other words, all the real shit. Hypnotic blues chants are redefined in the pure, unabashed harmony of Mohamed Karzo’s “C'est La Vie,” a platitude that feels less and less of a cliché with each passing day of this modern age. The raw and genuine power of these performances are not diminished, but rather, strengthened by the collection’s eclectic nature — underscored perhaps most profoundly by the fact that the aforementioned life-affirming folk song is followed by an absolute blazingly ragged rendition of “Hey Joe,” courtesy of Azna De L'Ader (the outfit of the above quoted Mona).

Mohamed Karzo :: C'est La Vie

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Bill MacKay :: Esker

In recent years, guitarist Bill MacKay has served as Ryley Walker's six-string sparring partner, built luminous soundscapes with Rob Frye (Bitchin Bajas, Cave) and led the jazz-inflected Darts and Arrows collective. A varied resume! MacKay maintains this healthy sense of adventure on Esker, his eclectic Drag City debut. Each of the 10 absorbing instrumentals here is a world unto itself, whether it's the mystical, slide guitar + piano on the opening "Aster" or the jaunty ragtime of "Candy." MacKay has chops a-plenty, but the album never feels fussy or ostentatious. There's a looseness and ease to every moment here; the paint is still fresh on the canvas, so to speak.

He's Chicago-based, but MacKay's imagination often looks westward for inspiration -- dig the dusty swagger of "Powder Mill Park," or "Wail," an elegiac sunset of a song that could've been plucked from Dylan's Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid soundtrack. Clocking in at just over 30 minutes, Esker flies by at first listen, but as you continue to explore its grooves, you'll find more and more to love. words / t wilcox

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Some For Harry: A Haruomi Hosono Companion

“It was really pure art. Pure art. Anyway, producing great works was the ultimate goal; we had eyes for nothing else. We heard nothing else. We still had no sense of society. There was no sense of the masses.” - Haruomi Hosono

Here now, “Some for Harry,” a celebration and glance at Haruomi Hosono: bass God of Japan, the in-demand producer, the confounding inventor, the soothe-singing crooner and social commentator; an hour of groove, freak-out, electronicalypso and beyond.

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SIRIUS/XMU :: Aquarium Drunkard Show (Noon EST, Channel 35)

Our weekly two hour show on SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35, can be heard twice every Friday — Noon EST with an encore broadcast at Midnight EST.

SIRIUS 480: Jean-Michel Bernard — Générique Stéphane ++ Can — I Want More ++ The Velvet Underground — I’m Waiting For The Man ++ The Soft Boys — Vegetable Man ++ White Fence — Growing Faith ++ The Olivia Tremor Control — Memories of Jacqueline 1906 ++ Faust — It’s A Rainy Day, Sunshine Girl (AD Edit) ++ The . . .

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John Darnielle :: The Aquarium Drunkard Interview

Since forming the Mountain Goats in 1991, John Darnielle has sung about remarkable people: wounded couples, Texas death metal aficionados, doo wop singers, professional wrestlers, horror authors, heretics, prophets, long-dead classical pianists, and occasionally, John Darnielle. He works along the fringes, building up narratives around his pop cultural obsessions and consistent empathy. In a John Darnielle song, no matter how sad, human beings are never reduced to caricatures. They are always treated with a profound respect.

On the Mountain Goats' new album, Goths, Darnielle turns his attention to the death and darkness obsessed subculture that emerged in the U.K. in the early 1980s. In typical Darnielle style, the songs are sweet and understated. It's a record about aging and identity, about cultures shifting around us. Goths talk to other goths, and outsiders try to figure out goths: in "Rage of Travers," Darnielle crafts a fictional epic about '70s blues rock guitarist Pat Travers wondering why the hell Bauhaus won't let him sit in at a gig at the storied London nightclub the Batcave. It's a record about time moving on, whether or not we're okay with that sort of thing.

The record is occasionally nostalgic -- "Outside it's 92 degrees/And KROQ is playing Siouxsie and the Banshees" he sings longingly on "Stench of the Unburied" -- but the record also charts new ground for the long-running band. Though the group's recent records have embraced a certain smoothness, Goths leans even heavier into AOR gloss and sheen. Darnielle doesn't play guitar on the album, sitting instead at a Fender Rhodes, and presents his distinct voice is new, tempered ways. It's a band record; the interplay between rhythm section Peter Hughes and Jon Wurster shines on "Unicorn Tolerance," and multi-instrumentalist Matt Douglas works in crafty, engrossing woodwind arrangements on "Paid in Cocaine" and "The Grey King and the Silver Flame Attunement."

The album comes hot on the heels of Universal Harvester, Darnielle's third novel, following 2008's Black Sabbath: Master of Reality for the 33’…“ series and 2014's Wolf in White Van. It's about a video store in Nevada, Iowa. A clerk there, Jeremy, and the store's owner Sarah Jane, begin to discover disturbing scenes recorded over chunks of VHS tapes returned to the shop. Their investigation brings them into contact with a mysterious woman named Lisa Sample, and face to face with the concept of grief.

Both Goths and Universal Harvester center around the ways we ask art to speak for us, how we ask it to offer forms of expression for things that sometimes feel too deep to name. The book and the record are both informed by Darnielle's stubborn and pervasive humanism. Aquarium Drunkard called him up to discuss his ethos, vocal jazz, and growing as a writer. Here's that conversation.

Aquarium Drunkard: You sing really incredibly on this record. Was that something you worked hard to do for Goths?

John Darnielle: I really worked hard to sing as best I could. I really think I’ve grown as a singer. That’s a hard thing to sell people on when they think of you as the guy with the pushing, nasal voice, which I do have. I have one of those assaultive registers. I have a register that a lot of people really like [but] either you love it or hate it. But I’ve grown as a singer a lot over the last couple records and I’ve embraced that.

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FORM Arcosanti :: 2017

It’s a Sunday afternoon at the FORM festival at Arcosanati. Mother’s Day, actually. I’m watching Phil Elverum of Mt. Eerie sing the most pained songs about the mother of his daughter, his late wife, the artist Geneviî¨ve Castrée.

“Death is real,” he sings over casual strums of his acoustic guitar, from a small stage under a gorgeous half-dome, one of the structural features favored by artist and architect Paolo Soleri. Founded in 1970, Soleri built Arcosanti in the Arizona desert atop the concept of “arcology” – architecture in alignment with ecology.

In many ways, this scene typifies what people might think about FORM from the outside. There’s a cool breeze sweeping in from across the canyon. The desert sun shines over us, and there are dozens of clusters of artfully dressed and composed young people – the kind who might, without any affectation, refer to themselves as “influencers" or "creatives.” But in this moment, none of the cynical jokes you might make about flighty millennials gathering in the desert for transformative, transcendent experiences could possible take root. Tears are welled up in my eyes; the moment's real.

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Trummors :: Headlands

Consider your cosmic country rock needs met for the summer. Trummors'  Headlands  is a gorgeous sonic road trip through the beauty, sadness and mystery of the American west (or what's left of it), packed with sunburnt pedal steel, close harmonies and sneakily sophisticated songwriting. Think New Riders of the Purple Sage,  American Beauty-era Dead, Neil's  . . .

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Roky Erickson :: All That May Do My Rhyme/Where The Pyramid Meets The Eye

In the 1990s, Roky Erickson was rediscovered. Psychedelia's forgotten man, a cult hero for decades, got a new lease on his creative life.

In the mid-1960s, his legendary 13th Floor Elevators roared out of Austin, establishing the template for rock psychedelia. Their garage punk squall was so propulsive, so “out there,” it spooked even the Grateful Dead and their San Francisco cohort. But years of struggle followed, during which Erickson’s schizophrenia was exacerbated by drug use and dubious medical "treatment," including sessions of electro-shock . . .

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Mary Timony (Helium, Ex-Hex) :: The Aquarium Drunkard Interview

Led by Mary Timony, Helium was one of the great '90s guitar bands. On records like 1995's The Dirt of Luck and 1997's Magic City, Timony and co. created deeply personal and catchy indie rock, blending in progressive textures and expressive guitar work as the band went on.

This week, Matador Records reissues both records, pairing the latter with the No Guitars ep. Additionally, the label's prepared a double lp collection of b-sides, demos, and rarities called Ends With And. Taken together, the discography helps make a case for Helium as one of the most idiosyncratic bands in '90s indie rock, whose work sounds fresh and engaging in modern context, and positions Timony as a true guitar hero, "the only human being to make a Paul Reed Smith seem cool," Gerard Cosloy writes in the liner notes of Ends With And.

This summer, Timony presses pause on her phenomenal band Ex-Hex to tour as "Mary Timony Plays Helium." We spoke to the guitarist and singer about reevaluating the work of her former band, re-learning her own songs, and what the creative spirit of the '90s was like.

Aquarium Drunkard: How has returning to Helium’s music been for you?

Mary Timony: It was cool. It was a real treasure hunt. I spent a month or so just kind of going through stuff I’d saved in tupperware bins in this basement and attic. I was looking for stuff I remembered I might have. It was a combination of racking my memory and searching things I’d saved. It was pretty fun; you always feel like you are hopefully saving things for a reason, that it’s not just junk. [Laughs]

AD: What kind of person do you hear playing and singing on those records?

Mary Timony: It’s always hard to hear yourself. I’ve never liked listening to stuff I’ve done, especially stuff that was done quickly... it’s never pleasant. [Laughs] But so much time has gone by, I’m on the other side now. I’m able to be a little more objective. It’s almost like listening to another person. The early Helium stuff I’ve always been embarrassed of, because my singing was not that great. But around The Dirt of Luck I start to feel okay about it.

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GospelbeacH :: Another Summer Of Love

What do Gram Parsons, Tom Petty and Brent Rademaker all share in common? You guessed it — the Sunshine State that is Florida coupled with a deep fascination of country rock. All three soon jettisoned to the West Coast where they soaked up the better sun/bigger waves. While Gram haunts the desert of Joshua Tree and Tom continues to explore his Byrdsian jingle-jangle obsession — Brent has reinvented himself time and time again with album after album of cult classics with his groups Further, Beachwood Sparks, The Tyde and his most recent GospelbeacH whose sophomore album Another Summer of Love comes out this June on Alive Records.

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