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Golden Void :: S/T

Maximum Heavy. That’s the phrase — borrowed from Joe Carducci’s Rock and the Pop Narcotic — that comes to mind when listening to Golden Void’s self-titled debut offering. “Heavy” in this respect isn’t necessarily about volume or velocity (though those certainly play a part here), but more about a vibe, a kind of instrumental interplay, a . . .

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Parquet Courts :: Light Up Gold

Yep. Last I checked, we’re still post-punk. And that means that Light Up Gold, the first widely available release from Texas-born New Yorkers Parquet Courts, is still relevant. The group, who put out a limited-run cassette a year ago, is fronted by Andrew Savage, late of Fergus & Geronimo, but where that group hopped goofily from here to there, Parquet Courts’ high-grade post-punk is stripped down and focused . . .

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Minutemen :: The Glory Of Man / Corona (Acoustic)

When I was a kid, this is what I assumed punk-rock shows looked like: dudes in leather jackets, tough-looking ladies with homemade haircuts. Check out the dude sitting up by the speaker cabs, dancing like his ear’s attached to one of the cones. Other people stand around, passersbys look bemused or confused. Someone hands out some kind of flyer; the lady with the bad haircut takes one without missing a step.

But nobody ever told me when I was a kid that this was what a punk-rock band could look like. Or sound like, for that . . .

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Sinkane :: Mars

These past few weeks, Ahmed Gallab has been the toast of NYC. He just released his debut record for DFA Records as Sinkane, and his band was the celebrated guest at many a high-profile CMJ party. Before cultivating his own music as Sinkane, Gallab performed on a variety of instruments for a handful of indie rockers who came up in the late ‘aughts –Of Montreal, Caribou, Eleanor Friedberger, and most notably Yeasayer. He was born in Sudan to intellectual parents who landed in the U.S. as political exiles, and his adolescent years were spent playing in hardcore and . . .

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Clifton’s Corner :: Volume 17 – I Hear A New World

(Volume 17 of Clifton’s Corner. Every other week on the blog Clifton Weaver, aka DJ Soft Touch, shares some of his favorite spins, old and new, in the worlds of soul, r&b . . .

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Bill Wilson :: Ever Changing Minstrel

File under: Rough hewn, blue-eyed, vintage Southern soul. Tracked in a single night in 1973, with producer Bob Johnston and the same Nashville session cats that cut  Blonde on Blonde, Bill Wilson's Ever Changing Minstrel was originally released on  CBS subsidiary Windfall Records that same year...to little fanfare.

Now, some four decades later, it's back in . . .

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Ty Segall’s Year Of The Dragon

When San Francisco psych-punk workhorse Ty Segall released Twins a couple of weeks ago, it was branded the followup to last year’s Goodbye Bread, a statement that’s technically true insofar as that record was the last product stamped with nothing but the eight letters of Segall’s name. But including the tracks on his collaboration with Tim Presley’s White Fence (become a member or log in.

Terry Callier :: You Goin’ To Miss Your Candyman

Mixing trad-folk, funk and soul with straight jazz sensibilities, Callier’s “Candyman” is the cornerstone of his 1973 LP What Color Is Love?. Due to the strength of the album as a whole, cornerstone is high praise (see: “Dancing Girl,” and “What Color is Love”). Within the tracks seven minutes and twenty-one seconds, Callier, lyrically, lays . . .

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The Lagniappe Sessions :: Hacienda

Lagniappe (la ·gniappe) noun ‘lan-ˌyap,’ — 1. An extra or unexpected gift or benefit. 2. Something given or obtained as a gratuity or bonus.

The Lagniappe Sessions return this week with Hacienda. Now on their third full-length (2012's Shakedown), the San Antonio group continue to conjure rock 'n roll ghosts, from preternatural pop instinct, sounding like something out of Van Dyke Parks' book of tricks, to full-on Faces' swagger. For their Lagniappe installment the band deliver a mellow, acoustic, take on BRMC. Hacienda, in their own words, below. . .

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SIRIUS/XMU :: Aquarium Drunkard Show (Halloween Edition)

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 266: Count Chocula — Intro ++ Bob McFadden And Dor — The Mummy ++ The Blue Echoes — It’s Witchcraft ++ The Cramps — Goo Goo Muck ++ The A-Bones — Mum’s The Word ++ Elvira — End Of Side One ++ Screaming Lord Sutch — She’s Fallen Love With The Monsterman ++ The Gories — Casting My Spell ++ Donut Eating . . .

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AD Presents: Father John Misty & The Orwells / Chicago / Oct 29th

Dear Chicago: just in time for Halloween, we bring you live Evil courtesy of Father John Misty and the Orwells, October 29th. Six pm. All ages. Free.

Hosted at saki -- Details: here

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Johnny Thunder :: I’m Alive (1968)

A Tommy James and the Shondells original, Johnny Thunder and his crew turned the track inside out in 1968 transforming it into the soul/fuzz monster you hear, below. They took the reins and they ain't giving 'em back.

MP3: Johnny Thunder :: I'm Alive

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Crystal Syphon :: Family Evil

The San Francisco ballroom scene of the mid- to late-60s produced some genuinely legendary groups -- Jefferson Airplane, the Grateful Dead, Quicksilver Messenger Service and Moby Grape among them. But for every band that went onto stardom, there were dozens of other outfits that never hit the big time, who simply became names on posters for shows at the Fillmore. For decades, Crystal Syphon has been one of those names. But thanks to a recent release on Roaratorio Records, the group finally emerges from the mist -- and they're better than anyone could have expected.

Made up . . .

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Radio Cramps :: The Purple Knif Show

Lux Interior: inter-dimensional, pan-sexual, time-traveling rock & roll alien. And radio host. As Halloween draws nigh we're revving up for our annual airing of The Purple Knif Show, the one-off radio program hosted by Lux in 1984 deep in the bowels of Hollywood. As master of ceremonies, Lux runs through his personal archives spinning the weird ranging from rockabilly and garage to early punk, campy novelty and exotica. His bag of tricks was the best. So . . .

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