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Spacin’ :: Total Freedom

Philly’s Spacin’ are set to coast into 2016 with their long delinquent second album -  Total Freedom. Recorded deep in the depths of the Chillinger Community Center, the fuzzed out choogle they hang their no shirt, no shoes, no problem mantra on is transmitted blaringly loud on the opening cut “Over Uneasy . . .

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Cass McCombs :: The Aquarium Drunkard Interview

"Most of my albums are a simple collection of songs that have nothing to do with each other except that they were written around the same time and, perhaps, have some recurring themes,” songwriter Cass McCombs told Relix in 2013. His new collection, A Folk Set Apart: Rarities, B-Sides & Space Junk, ETC., is the result of taking away the shared time frame, a collection of songs written between 2003 and 2014, with little regard for genre -- the comp encompasses Velvets-style drones, experimental cowboy poetry, mellow folk pop, and protest ballads — and disparate themes. If McCombs’ albums are normally scattered, A Folk Set Apart is even more so. “All my records are kind of like collections, but this one being the most obvious,” McCombs tells Aquarium Drunkard via the phone. But like his best work, it hangs together in a curiously coherent way, tied together not formally, but emotionally.

Cass McCombs :: Evangeline

“I don’t know if it has flow, but it’s a weird journey and you can see the mutation of the music, of my voice even, and the people I play with…it’s definitely not commercial music,” McCombs says.

Over the last 15 years he’s worked with a number of collaborators, including guitarist Chris Cohen, drummer Joe Russo of Furthur, Mike Gordon of Phish, Tim Dewit of Gang Gang Dance, all of whom shade and color his songs and appear on the new collection. “I love playing with people who know their craft, who have a voice, something to say,” McCombs says. “You give them full reign to do whatever the fuck they want to do, they embrace that and do something with that.”

The collection is a testament to McCombs’ trust in his colleagues, but also his omnivorous musical tastes. He reels from garage punk on “I Cannot Lie” to gentle roots pop on “Three Men Sitting on a Hollow Log,” from ass shaking riff rock like “An Other” to the “hillbilly bop” of “Catacombs Cow Cow Boogie,” a “mutation of Duane Eddy, Link Wray, the Ventures -- that kind of [music was a] transition from hillbilly to rockabilly to surf and something even more randy,” McCombs says. Many of the songs featured were released on split singles with artists like the Meat Puppets, Michael Hurley, and White Magic, sharing McCombs’ love of their music and their singular approaches.

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Tom Waits :: Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

In December of 1978, Tom Waits recorded an episode of Austin City Limits. The now-mainstay music program was in its relative infancy - only its fourth season - and had built a solid fanbase of Americana music enthusiasts. As the ACL website notes:

"...the show came in through the back door, so to speak. Terry Lickona, who became producer in Season 4, was trying to book singer Leon Redbone. Redbone and Waits shared a manager, who promptly requested . . .

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A Reflection: Vince Guaraldi Trio — A Charlie Brown Christmas

There’s loneliness and companionship, joy and despair, truth-seeking and blithe celebration, all during what’s marketed to be the most wonderful time of the year. Your interpretation of the season begets your holiday spirit, whatever version it may be — bah humbug and good tidings. It’s little surprise then that Charlie Brown’s soundtrack, as well as our own, is something just as introspective and shifting. Something like jazz . . .

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Lit Up Like A Christmas Tree: A Vintage Holiday Mixtape

Holiday esoterica from the far corners of vintage twang, fuzz, scuzz, r&b, blues, country, garage, lounge and beyond. Trim your tree with Red Simpson and Mae West, then top it off with The Sonics, Hank Snow and Champion Jack Dupree. It’s a heady brew. Go ahead, deck them halls.

Lit Up Like A Christmas Tree

Jack Scott — There’s Trouble Brewing [A-Side Version]
The Sonics — I Don’t Believe In Christmas
Mae West — Put The Loot In The Boot, Santa
Roosevelt Sykes — Let Me Hang . . .

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AD Presents: Ain’t Nothin’ To Me – The Music Of Leon Payne

Leon Payne came stumbling into the world blind from birth in Alba, Texas and went on to write two of the greatest country music songs of all time (although which two I’ll leave up to you).

Early on he hooked up with the infamous Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys and cut his first solo recordings a year later in 1939. Payne then comes down with ramble fever and decides to hit the road, spending much of the next decade roaming around and calling himself the Texas Blind . . .

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Gloria Ann Taylor :: Love Is A Hurtin’ Thing

“I gave you my last dime. . . but it looked like a ten dollar bill to me.” Those opening lines to “How Can You Say It” get at the essence of Taylor’s unique style of soul music: impassioned, all-in emotional journeys on the axis of love and pain. Love Is A Hurtin’ Thing collects Gloria Ann Taylor’s output on Selector Sound, a label she owned with her brother Leonard and her producer/husband Walter . . .

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Ulaan Khol :: Salt

The one-man band that is Steven R. Smith is definitely tough to keep up with -- just take a look at his Bandcamp page, which is stuffed with more than 30 releases under a wide array of monikers. But he's a musician who's very much worth getting to know -- and his latest effort, Salt (under the Ulaan Khol banner), is a great place to hop on board. Layering Crazy Horse-level distortion, droning feedback, and psychedelic . . .

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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 413: Jean Michel Bernard — Générique Stephane ++ Oliver — Off On A Trek ++ Linda Perhacs — Paper Mountain Man ++ David Wiffen — Never Make A Dollar That Way ++ David Crosby — I’d Swear There Was Somebody There ++ Neil Young — The Old Laughing Lady ++ Ellen McIlwaine — Can’t Find My Way Home ++ Dungen - Franks Kaktus . . .

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Bembeya Jazz National :: Regard sur le Passé

We recently took a look at Bembeya Jazz National’s “Petit Sekou,” a sultry and Latin-inspired slice of late 70’s West African psychedelic rock. Slightly sinister in groove, it finds the group in a free spirited moment of unadulterated cool. But the group’s origins lie  largely in the politics of their West African home.

In the aftermath of the Guinean Independence in 1958 and through the cultural policy of "authenticité", which encouraged cultural pride, numerous bands were created throughout . . .

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Neko Case :: The Aquarium Drunkard Interview

“It’s exciting and kind of spooky!” Neko Case writes in the liner notes of Truckdriver, Gladiator, Mule the new eight-album boxset collecting her entire discography, from her 1997 debut The Virginian to 2013’s The Worse Things Get, the Harder I Fight, the Harder I Fight, the More I Love You, summing up her reflections on 18 years of riveting, fierce, and beautiful music. Case is a singular artist, possessing a powerful, blustery voice and a black coffee sense of humor, and over two decades she’s crafted murder ballads and torch songs, heartbreakers and head bruisers, building complex worlds where forces of nature collide with confused characters. She sings her lyrics collage style, slipping between settings and times, and her arrangements often morph around her voice, shifting from twangy noir to charging pop.

Case’s work is often difficult to categorize, and stronger because of it. She’s a true original, connected to the wellspring of American roots music but always able to rocket that voice of hers into the stratosphere. Listen to “Star Witness” or “Night Still Comes,” for those moments where she belts it out full force; Neko Case makes exciting and spooky music.

Aquarium Drunkard spoke with Case via telephone from New York, where she ate a quick breakfast of oatmeal while discussing women with guitars, the punkness of gospel, and the violent nature of her lyrics.

Neko Case :: Deep Red Bells

Aquarium Drunkard: This boxset is really beautiful. 18 years of songs – do I have that right? Maybe a little more?

Neko Case: I wanted my own Roman column, essentially, but they don’t make those anymore, so I put out a boxset.

AD:Was it weird looking at your work in this sort of compact way, putting it all into one thing? Was that a strange feeling?

NC: It makes you look at time differently. Basically, I was shocked at how much time had gone by, but how brief it all feels. I’m not even really partway through my career yet, so some people have said, “Why are you putting out a boxset if you’re not near death or something?” I’m like, “Why not? I want to go to my own funeral.”

I just have so much so much stuff that I’ve collected over the years. [Through] working with my friend [artist] Kathleen Judge, who I work with a lot on stuff, and my friend Randy Iwata from Mint Records, I just realized how much stuff I have. I was planning on making a book that spanned my entire career, [featuring] photos and ephemera and writing, and I realized that there was no fucking way I could get even a little of it into an 80-page book. [Laughs] I realized I had to write a whole other book [to go along with the photo book], so I’m working on that now. Ideas make other ideas, which is a great thing and also a kind of unfortunate thing if you don’t like working. If it was just me who made all this stuff I wouldn’t be able to stand dealing with it. [I’d get] so fucking sick of myself. But there’s a lot of people I’ve worked with, so I’m looking forward to celebrating their efforts and telling demeaning, hilarious stories about them, and how they pooped their pants at the Shoney’s in Natchez. There’s no drug addicts or serial adulterers in my band. We have to just get the dirt that we got, so there’s an occasional pants pooping or maybe spilling salsa in the van, because rock & roll is some wild shit.

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Scott Fagan :: The Aquarium Drunkard Interview

I found my copy of Scott Fagan’s lp South Atlantic Blues at a used record shop about 12 years ago. It looked too good to be true, sitting in front of The Nightfly (note: Donald’s surname is Fagen with an ‘e’). The back jacket noted a shared producer with Pearls Before Swine (Elmer Jared Gordon), thanked his drinking partner (also his co-writer, Joe Kookoolis), and gave an “island toast to Victor Brady and his steel pans.” I was sold. When I put the record on, it was nothing like what I expected and much better for it. Not really a folk-y album, it was more abstract, and Fagan sounded desperate and dramatic, like Arthur Lee or Scott Walker. The choruses opened up like a minimalist version of The Left Banke. It sounded like a record that would have been on ESP-Disk or Elektra, not ATCO.

My 2003 Google search yielded more mystery than answers. He recorded a second album, Many Sunny Places (RCA, 1975), influenced by growing up in the Virgin Islands. He co-wrote a rock opera, Soon, starring Richard Gere and Nell “Gimme A Break!” Carter that ran briefly on Broadway, he was mentored by Doc Pomus, and he is the biological father of Stephin Merritt of The Magnetic Fields. And, it turns out I wasn’t his first superfan: Jasper Johns created a lithograph inspired by South Atlantic Blues, titled Scott Fagan Record. Art inspired by his music has hung in the MOMA and the Met, and South Atlantic Blues sits in bins forgotten? Until now.

The liner notes to this, the 2015 reissue, are extensive, including an interview between Fagan and Merritt, and other articles (The Guardian, Yahoo News , The Village Voice) have already done a great job of discussing the record’s history. So here are the highlights from my hour and a half conversation with Fagan. The bits where we talk about the weather, agree on our mutual worldview complaints, and my gushing have all been removed. I don’t know why or what I have to gain from being on the other end of a telephone with a musician I admire, other than sometimes you hear a record you love so much that you want more. South Atlantic Blues is that kind of record.

Scott Fagan :: In My Head

Aquarium Drunkard: You were discovered by Doc Pomus when you came to NYC from the Virgin Islands. In the liner notes, it says your mother gave you his phone number. Pomus was one of the biggest songwriters in the world at that time. Why did your mom have his number?

Scott Fagan: My father was a jazz musician. My mom’s twin sister was a visual artist. We went to St. Thomas because there was an arts colony there. This number came to her through a friend, who was friend of a friend of a guy. Doc was anonymous at the time. I call him when I get to New York, and he said, “Come on over to the hotel”. He was at the Forrest Hotel, so I have a sense that he is important. I walked in the Forrest Hotel, and Doc is sitting on this triple bed, wrapped in a sheet like a Roman toga dude. He beckoned me to foot of his bed, and said, “Let me hear what you got.” I sang a couple songs I had written, and when I was done, he signed me to his production company and gave me a room. Doc said go on over to Associated Studio and record those songs. Doc wanted me to get comfortable in the studio. While we were preparing for the record, I was signed by Columbia, Bang, Dot, Atco [for singles].

AD: One of those songs you wrote with Pomus (and his partner, Mort Shuman), “Cry ‘Til My Tears Come Dry,” was recorded by Irma Thomas (and later Linda Ronstadt). Did you imagine yourself making a living as a staff writer or did you always want to be a recording artist?

Scott Fagan: I viewed myself as a singer, but I started to write at 9 years old. I knew I had enough to say and needed to learn to write.

AD: You have such a distinct vocal delivery. Who were the singers you admired at the time?

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Idrissa Soumaoro & L’eclipse :: Fama Allah

An emphatic high-five to the European label Sing a Song Fighter (in partnership with Mississippi Records), for digging up this brilliant lost gem. In 1978, Malian musician Idrissa Soumaoro was leading a music school for the blind in the Malian capital of Bamako and, together with two of his students, cut this raw and blazing masterpiece of Afro-psych-funk -- an lp entitled Le Tioko-Tioko. Dubbing his student band L’Eclipse (a duo that would later come to be known . . .

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Tinariwen :: Live In Paris

Tinariwen is a perennial favorite here at AD, and the Touareg band has just released their first proper "live" album, recorded in Paris at the Théî¢tre des Bouffes du Nord last December. Tinariwen's prowess as a "live" band cannot be overstated. Their rapturous style of Saharan guitar music is wholly captivating in the flesh, and their studio albums are mostly comprised of live takes captured in the open-air silence of the desert. What elevates this concert from mere soiree to f . . .

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