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Alex Chilton :: Electricity By Candlelight, NYC 2/13/97

In 2009 I went to see Charlie Louvin play a small club in L.A. on a rainy night in February. Not long into his set the power went out. Sudden darkness, no sound. Louvin said no mind, I'll play anyway.   Shortly thereafter the club managed to get some auxiliary power cooking for the amps and monitors, and the show went on - illuminated in part by flashlights and candles. It was surreal. Listening to the forthcoming Alex Chilton collection, Electricity By Candlelight, I have to imagine the vibe was similar.

Tales of a stripped down serenade . . .

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Solaris (1972) :: Soundtrack Release

Good news. Next month, Superior Viaduct is set to release the original soundtrack from Andrei Tarkovsky's 1972 film, Solaris, marking the first commercial release of composer Eduard Artemiev's score. From the label: 'to reinforce the film's chilling setting, Tarkovsky commissioned composer  Eduard Artemiev to construct an electronic soundscape reflecting planet Solaris' amorphous and mysterious surface; Artemiev rose to the challenge . . .

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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 306: Jean Michel Bernard — Générique Stephane ++ Iggy Pop - New Values ++ Devo - Uncontrollable Urge ++ X - The Once Over Twice ++ Mikal Cronin - Apathy ++ Fuzz - This Time I Got A Reason ++ The Creation - How Does It Feel To Feel (US Version) ++ Mac DeMarco - Baby's Wearing Blue Jeans ++ Iggy And The Stooges - Gimme . . .

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Bob Dylan :: Tomorrow Is A Long Time (New Morning Outtake)

The imminent release of Dylan's Bootleg Series Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait has been met with derision in some quarters. Do we really need a collection of alternate takes and unreleased material drawn mainly from Dylan's most famously loathed LPs? To which I say: Yes, yes, we do. For those of us who have gone down the Dylan rabbit hole, the "lost years" covered by Another Self Portrait make up one of the most fascinating (and strange) periods of the man's career . . .

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Desert Heat :: Cat Mask At Huggie Temple

As a chaser to Steve Gunn's Time Off (one of the best long players of 2013), dig into this loose-limbed jam session from Desert Heat, a trio made up of Gunn, drummer John Truscinski, and Irish guitarist Cian Nugent. Longtime musical compadres, Gunn and Truscinski's musical interplay is typically astonishing, and Nugent fits right in between the cracks perfectly, adding his own six-string mojo without upsetting the balance.

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Elvis At Stax: The Deluxe Edition – July/December 1973

The latter part of Elvis Presley's career is, in part, defined by the legendary singer's fall from grace: the gaudy stage outfits, peanut butter and banana sandwiches, drug use, and paranoid nationalism. But a compromised king is still a king.

But it's understandable that casual fans might approach Elvis at Stax, which documents Presley’s sessions at Stax Recording Studios in his hometown of Memphis in July and December of 1973, with some trepidation. But fear . . .

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The PERRO Sessions: Wally Heider Studios, San Francisco 1971

Over the past decade, by my (rough) count, I have encountered at least three varying collections grouped under the catchall titles: the PERRO Tapes, the PERRO Sessions and the '70 David Crosby Sessions. Each with a slightly different track count and running order. In short, PERRO (Planet Earth Rock & Roll Orchestra) was the name given to a loose camaraderie of Bay area players and their simpatico southern California brethren, including, but not limited to, members of CSNY, the Dead, Jefferson Airplane . . .

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Who Is Harry Nilsson And Why Is Van Dyke Parks Talking About Him?

Van Dyke Parks is a true conversationalist. He speaks in fluid lines, quickly but with great care devoted to each word. At the moment, the producer, songwriter, and arranger -- who’s worked for Disney, crafted teenage symphonies to God with Brian Wilson, and arranged strings for everyone from Joanna Newsom to Skrillex — is elucidating his feelings about his friend, collaborator and fellow member of the “counter-counter culture,” Harry Nilsson.

“We typified the anarchy, the real anarchy, of the ‘60s,” Parks laughs.

“Anarchy” is an apt a term as there is to describe Harry Nilsson’s career at RCA Records. His recorded works for the label are by turns inspiring, baffling and demented. Nilsson’s 14 studio albums and three discs worth of outtakes, demos, and alternate takes are collected in the sprawling boxset, Nilsson: The RCA Albums Collection. Nilsson’s relationship with the label began with 1967’s Pandemonium Shadow Show and ended with 1977’s KNNILLSSONN, and he spent the time between those points interpreting songs, writing them himself and generally running amok, following his muse where it took him, be it to the depths of the Great American Song Book to cast-off, seemingly improvised numbers like “I Want You to Sit on My Face.”

The set makes for a long, satisfying listen, offering a chance to grasp at the through line that connects Nilsson’s acclaimed classics, Nilsson Schmilsson and Nilsson Sings Newman, to his most thrilling diversions, the animated film soundtrack The Point and the unhinged, John Lennon-assisted Pussy Cats, the musical equivalent of one of the pair’s infamous “Lost Weekends.” His voice is showcased in both immaculate and frayed variations, and his biggest hits, the Fred Neil-penned “Everybody’s Talking” and his mournful take on Badfinger’s “Living Without You,” are placed alongside less-heralded highlights like tropical noir of “Kojack Columbo” from 1975’s Duit On Mon Dei (originally titled God’s Greatest Hits, a title RCA predictably balked at) and the funky grit of “Daylight Has Caught Me,” written with Dr. John and featured on 1976’s …That’s the Way It Is.

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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 305: Jean Michel Bernard — Générique Stephane ++ Shin Joong Hyun   - I've Got Nothing To Say ++ The Upsetters - Taste Of Killing ++ Jacques Dutronc - J'Ai Mis Un Tigre Dans Ma Guitare ++ Dutch Rhythm And Steel Show Band - Down By The River ++ Fela Kuti - Lover ++ King Khan & The Shrines - Que . . .

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Dark :: Dark Round the Edges

“Obscure” isn’t the word to describe British psych band Dark’s 1972 LP Dark Round the Edges. Recorded at S.I.S. Recording Studio LTD in Northhampton, the record’s private press run was less than meager. Only about 50 copies were ever pressed, the bill footed by guitarist/vocalist/songwriter Steven Giles. But the album’s legend grew as decades passed, as heads and collectors caught wind of the lost fuzz-guitar classic, its sleeve featuring a model posed stoically on a floral-printed couch, like an American Apparel advert 30 years too early.

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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 304: Jean Michel Bernard — Générique Stephane ++ Apple & The Three Oranges — Curse Upon The World ++ Bill Withers — Better Off Dead ++ The Dirtbombs — Livin’ For The City ++ The Don Ezekiel Combination — Ire ++ Chuck Jackson — I Like Everything About You ++ The Soul Lifters — Hot Funky & Sweaty ++ Max Roach With The J . . .

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Flying Saucer Attack :: S/T (Rural Psychedelia)

I probably wouldn’t have given two shits about Suede had it not been for Flying Saucer Attack’s over-saturated and explosive cover of the group's “The Drowners”. Dave Pearce and Rachel Brooks started FSA in 1992, crafting an album dipped in feedback that sounded like a busted drum machine crossed with discarded Fisher Price instruments. They then burned it all onto a 4-track cassette recorder. The results? Incredible. The duo also turned the beloved Britpop single into a chaotic mess of spiraling feedback and the . . .

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Videodrome :: Werewolves On Wheels (1971)

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

As Vietnam festered, Nixon lied and free love gave way to rampant VD, it was inevitable that the outlaw biker film genre, reaching a zenith with the introspection and groovy drifting of Easy Rider, would degenerate into witchcraft, cannibalism and supernatural animal rape. Werewolves on Wheels is the Western roadhouse culmination of that pop culture shift.

Despite a hokey name that conjures thoughts of more innocuous schlock, this 1971 occult highway yarn manages a tad more than your average popcorn creature feature. The hippie road tunes combined with the worst imaginable manifestations of devil worship result in a genre mashup that nods both to America’s political antiestablishment and outright depravity. It’s dirty and creepy, contemptible but creative. Even if the filmmakers had no idea what they were trying to do–and by all accounts they didn’t–this 83-minute Satanist romp successfully evokes a prurient ‘60s counterculture vibe before ceding ground to a Roger Corman-esque display of cheap ‘70s exploitation and bad special effects. Psychedelic tunes and altered states of consciousness are the backdrop, while the menacing specter of “shape-shifting beast come to rip your lungs out” dominates even the drugs and loose sexual mores of the characters.

The first four minutes are brimming with artistic vision. Behind Don Gere’s dark and droning guitar score, the opening scene introduces us to a cast of bearded libertines as they ride toward the camera, fuel exhaust permeating the desert air. One by dirty one, they attack the open road with gusto, revving their motors, weaving, spinning out and executing motorcycle tricks at high velocity. It’s a tasty hors d'oeuvre to the campy black magic and barroom violence that follow, and if it had only maintained this energy and slickness, we’d be talking about a different movie.

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Danny Paul Grody :: Between Two Worlds

Multi-instrumentalist Danny Paul Grody first came to my attention amidst the solo acoustic reveries of last year's Imaginational Anthem comp. Grody's "Lookout Point" stood out from the rest thanks to the gentle feedback drones and resonant piano chords that hovered over a gorgeous guitar line. Grody's new Between Two Worlds, on the ever-excellent . . .

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Dead Notes #3 :: Dark Star (8/27/72 Veneta, OR)

Welcome to the third installment of  Dead Notes, where we find ourselves deep in the heart of Oregon at the Old Renaissance Fairgrounds in Veneta, August 27, 1972. The Grateful Dead have now been home 3 months from a barn burner spring tour of Europe, where they famously divided themselves into two traveling camps -- the Bozos and Bolos -- wreaking musical and comedic havoc along the countryside. Upon returning to the states the party didn’t stop, with the band performing a handful shows along the East Coast before returning west into the arms of Ken Kesey's  Merry Pranksters. The Kesey family creamery business was in dire need of cash and prankster Black Maria was sent to San Francisco to beckon the Dead to return to rural Oregon and perform a benefit gig in the name of acidophilus. The day would become known as 'The Field Trip' .

There is little argument amongst Dead loyalists that 8/27/72 ranks as one of their top 5 performances, ever. It is a show of epic folklore — where the fat old summer sun punishes the crowd with 108 degrees, drinking water has run out and anything liquid has been spiked. This includes the refreshments for the cameramen on hand to document the band, whose filming captures their dosed exploration of some very intense jams, many of which are beautiful, dark and transcendental -- often all at the same time.

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