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Soul For Solé

Somewhere deep inside the following two-hour soul mix we drafted for our pals at Solé Bicycles, Chuck Carbo asks “Can I Be Your Squeeze?”. With Valentine’s day falling this weekend it’s a fair question. But regardless of how amorous you’re feeling, the funk, to quote George Clinton, is its own reward. Listen up, HERE.

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Catching Up With Kevin Morby :: The AD Interview

Kevin Morby sings like a man who’s seen things.

His latest, Singing Saw, out April 15th via Dead Oceans, is his third solo album, and like its predecessors, it’s an excellent recording. Morby’s world is lived-in and worn, with bouncing country rock, spooky folk, and urgent, apocalyptic proclamations. There are moments of lightness to balance out his darkest stuff, but Morby is often concerned with intensity. “Birds will gather at my side, tears will gather in my eyes, throw my head and cry, as vultures circle in the sky,” Morby sings in the opening ballad, “Cut Me Down,” recalling Leonard Cohen or Bob Dylan singing about Abraham and Isaac at the altar.

Over the phone, from his place in the Mount Washington neighborhood in the San Rafael Hills, Morby doesn’t sound so dire. Discussing albums by the Band and choice quotes from Keith Richards’ autobiography, Morby, who was a member of Woods and The Babies before embarking on a solo career with 2013’s Harlem River, sounds positively laid back, his midwestern geniality coupled with a California chill. He’s not exactly sure where the darkness in his songs comes from.

“I don’t know,” Morby says of his interest in “eventually doomed” characters. “It’s something I’m always attracted to in books or film.”

Morby didn’t grow up churched, but he did grow up in the Bible belt, where “Not going to church was as much as a statement as going.” He imagines maybe the surroundings informed his subconscious, drawing him closer to “tales of tragedy.”

But Singing Saw was not born solely from theological or fantastic dreads. It’s subjects are rooted in our own reality, as disconcerting as any old parable. On the electric “I Have Been to the Mountain,” Morby sings about the death of Eric Garner, the 43-year-old black man choked to death by police officer Daniel Pantaleo on Staten Island in 2014. “That man lived in this town/til’ that pig took him down,” Morby sings.

Though it was recorded in New York with Sam Cohen, the record was born in Los Angeles, conceived in Morby’s adopted home town, where for the first time in his life, he settled down. He’d sit at the piano in his Mount Washington place and write, inspired by the comfort he’d found -- when he wasn't moved by terrible headlines, at least.

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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 422:
Jean Michel Bernard - Generique Stephane ++ Josef K - 16 Years ++ Ought - Sun’s Coming Down ++ Gary Numan - Films ++ Ad Astra ++ Strand of Oaks - When It’s Cold I’d Like To Die ++ Pylon - Cool ++ Destroyer - Leave Me Alone (New Order) ++ The Cure - I’m Cold ++ The Fall - What You Need ++ Wire - Used . . .

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Sun Seeker :: Georgia Dust

"Turn your back when light brings color/ Don't see me how you see others..." So goes the chorus to "Georgia Dust," the yearning and reflective debut single from Sun Seeker. It's is a complex and nuanced tune that belies the band's age: Alex Benick, Austin Edwards, Asher Horton and Ben Parks aren't too many moons out of high school yet are mainstays in the vibrant DIY rock and roll underworld of Nashville and appear regularly in the annals of the essential local scene-zine Nashville's Dead. They . . .

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Lower Dens: The Aquarium Drunkard Session

Recorded live from the historic Capitol Studios on October 19th, 2015.

Lower Dens (with the help of engineer Richard Houghton) tracked, mixed and cut the live session straight to vinyl creating a singular one-of-a-kind LP and 7". The LP and 7” consist of eight songs from which five are available to listen online, below . . .

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Christopher King :: The Aquarium Drunkard Interview

Why The Mountains Are Black collects “Primeval Greek Village Music” from 1907 — 1960 for Third Man Records. 28 tracks are culled from the 78 rpm collection of Christopher King, a life-long collector and expert set of ears based in the small community of Faber, VA.

Mountains is an excellent point of entry to the world of Greek demotika (rural folk music) from Epirus, the liminal region where northern Greece and southern Albania kiss in an intractable swath of mountains. The people that inhabited this rugged land developed an enduring culture in relative isolation, despite being nestled in the heart of the Ancient World and a hosting a bloody vortex of pagan, Greek Orthodox, and Turkish Islamic influence. These black mountains’ history runs deep, and the earliest recordings of its musical traditions sound beguiling, hypnotic, and alien… difficult to place, yet timeless and familiar.

King describes this demotika as a “tools for survival.” The songs present include shepherds’ calls, funeral laments, wedding and feast day dances. The source 78s are aural documents of a culture that existed before the insidious and widespread sublimation into a “Monoculture of the West.” They sound outside of a modern recording industry that molded music-making into a commodity. This music is vital and intense, and King says it serves “an existential function within the community.”

Demitrios Halkias :: Selfos (Nightingale)

This is the sort of music King lives for (and it should be noted that he abstains from listening to much else). Whether it’s country blues, string band, gospel, Cajun, or Epirotic, if he hears that raw, unhinged beauty, the music reveals itself as a transhistorical vessel to ponder and discuss the nature of humanity at its purest and most conflicting. He’s a prominent collector with a knack at sourcing the best copies of the rarest music, and he specializes in the subtle craft of engineering that fragile shellac for reissue. Technical expertise aside, King is a thoroughly charismatic producer, curator, and historian… an indispensible tour guide through the primordial sonic backwaters. His poetic liner notes are deeply human and thought provoking, informed by parallel loves of literature, cinema, and philosophy–essential companions to the music.

Regulars at AD will certainly recognize some of his past work–his Long Gone Sound label has partnered with Tompkins Square includes Imaginational Anthem, Vol. 6: Origins of American Primitive Guitar, the unparalleled Mama, I’ll Be Long Gone: The Complete Recordings of Amede Ardoin amongst others. He won a Grammy for his work on Revenant’s Screamin’ and Hollerin’ the Blues: The Worlds of Charley Patton, and was featured alongside his copy of “Last Kind Word Blues” in John Jeremiah Sullivan’s deep NY Times investigation of the mysterious Geeshie Wiley and Elvie Thomas. Chris King has played a part in many intoxicating trips into the past and sports an enlightened perspective on the strange market of reissue music.

Elias Karathimos :: Mirologi-Epirotiko Makedoniko (An Epirotic-Macedonian Lament)

Yet King’s relatively recent interest in music from Northern Greece has generated a massive project. Why The Mountains Are Black is in fact the fourth of a seven-part serialization of Greek/Balkan music. Its predecessors are Don’t Trust Your Neighbors: Early Albanian Traditional Songs & Improvisations, 1920s-1930s, Five Days Married & Other Laments: Song and Dance From Northern Greece, 1928-1958, and Alexis Zoumbas: A Lament For Epirus 1926-1928. That last one, released in 2014, is a dizzyingly beautiful portrait of a mysterious, mythical, expatriate violinist. I dare one to listen and not have the soul shaken! Each collection posits a philosophical inquisition, introduced by King’s accompanying writings that brim with his singular personality. In addition to the three remaining serializations, he’s also working on a proper book on the music of Northern Greek for W.W. Norton & Co., a “musical travelogue through the eyes of a 78 collector.” While waiting on King’s book, check out Amanda Petrusich’s excellent ride-along piece in the NY Times, where she attends the panegyri (marathon village festivals) with King for a present-day glimpse at Epirotic music. Needless to say, this deeply traditional music is still alive and well despite the obscurity of these earliest recordings. There is much to appreciate in that corner of the Earth for the musically curious and adventurous.

Aquarium Drunkard caught up with King over the phone to discuss just what’s going on in those Mountains.

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John Cale :: The John Peel Session (1975)

Following his exit from the VU John Cale kept busy as a producer, sonically manning the helm behind Nico's The Marble Index / Desertshore and the Stooges  landmark debut LP. All this prior to embarking on his own solo career in 1970 with the release of Vintage Violence, kicking off a trio of albums for Columbia Records. Cale's next record deal would find him on Chris Blackwell's Island Records, releasing a trilogy of albums in quick succession over the course of thirteen months.

Which brings us to . . .

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High Llamas :: Here Come The Rattling Trees

Sean O'Hagan and his merry band of High Llamas aren't quite as prolific as they once were back in the 1990s, but their latest effort, the all-too-brief "musical narrative,"  Here Come The Rattling Trees, is a great reminder of the group's myriad charms. From the very first note, the listener is transported to a sonic space that really no other band can conjure up, filled with elegant arrangements, buoyant and bubbling keyboards, wistful melodies and crisp Tropicalia rhythms. Beautiful . . .

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Joni Mitchell :: The Jungle Line

'This record is a total work conceived graphically, musically, lyrically and accidentally -- as a whole. The whole unfolded like a mystery. It is not my intention to unravel that mystery for anyone, but rather to offer some additional clues."   Joni Mitchell, 1976 (via)

The Hissing of Summer Lawns - also known as the record I play for people who pretend they don't like Joni Mitchell. Next to Blue, it sits as my . . .

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The Headhunters :: Survival Of The Fittest

Space funk incarnate. Last month, perusing bins to pick up a nice copy of Sextant for a pal, I was reminded of the Headhunters 1975 solo debut, Survival Of The Fittest. Sans bandleader Herbie Hancock (though helming the production), the Thrust gang is all here: Mike Clark, Paul Jackson, Bernie Maupin and Bill Summers, along with guitarist Blackbird McKnight. At six tracks, bookended by . . .

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Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers :: Fooled Again… / Live 1976

It's kind of hard to fathom that, at one time, Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers were a band that a lucky punter could see in a small club. Fortunately, Shelter Records had the foresight to record the group on a night when they were most definitely 'on', back in December 1976 at Paul's Mall, Boston. Unbelievably, the group didn't even headline that night, Al Kooper did.

Unfortunately, the official release was a promo-only one sided job that was drafted in limited quantities for radio and press in 1977, just as the group was starting to gain popularity. Not an easy record to find - beyond the small pressing, the nondescript white cover has a printed number (made to look like a test pressing) that mentions nothing about the contents within.

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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 421: W-X - Intro ++ BBC Radiophonic Workshop - Vespucci ++ Shintaro Sakamoto - Mask On Mask ++ The Makers - Don’t Challenge Me ++ Smokey - Strong Love ++ Shintaro Sakamoto - In A Phantom Mood ++ Ramases - Dying Swan Year 2000 ++ Jeff Phelps - Excerpts From Autumn ++ UFO Break ++ Starship Commander Woo Woo - Master Ship ++ Ty Segall - Squealer Two (edit) ++ David . . .

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Soul Sok Sega: Séga Sounds From Mauritas / 1973-1979

Courtesy of Strut Records comes Soul Sok Sega: Séga Sounds From Mauritas, a twenty-two track collection exploring the 'séga sounds' that emerged from Mauritius (an island off the coast of Madagascar) between 1973-1979. The traditional music of Mauritius, dating back four centuries, Séga is known as the “blues” of the Indian Ocean. Below, native Mauritian and the compilation's architect, Jean-Paul 'Bluey' Maunick discusses the impetus of the collection . . .

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The Skiffle Players :: Til Stone Day Comes

On the heels of last year's A Folk Set Apart, a decade in the making compilation of Cass McCombs b-sides, rarities and other detritus, comes something altogether new: The Skiffle Players.

Cass McCombs, Neal Casal, Dan Horne, "Farmer" Dave Scher and Aaron Sperske make up the quintet -- the album, out February 12 via Spiritual Pajamas, is Skifflin'. Set the dial for Californian coast . . .

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LightDreams :: Islands In Space

At the dawn of the 1980s, songwriter Paul Marcano and his band LightDreams emerged from the psychedelic haziness of the previous decade with Islands in Space, a concept album about the colonization of outer space. Recorded entirely on a Teac 4-track in Marcano's home studio in Goldstream Park, outside Vancouver Island, the record featured collaborations with composers Andre Martin and Cory Rhyon and instrumental contributions by other friends. Homespun but expansive in scope, the finished record proclaimed humanity's need to travel away from Earth via a mix of . . .

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