Lagniappe (la ·gniappe) noun ‘lan-ˌyap,’ — 1. An extra or unexpected gift or benefit. 2. Something given or obtained as a gratuity or bonus.
Welcome to the sixth installment of the Lagniappe Sessions in which we invite some of our favorite artists to cut exclusive covers paying tribute to some of their favorite artists. Two of my own favorite discoveries this year have coincidentally both hailed from the state of Alabama; The Shakes, who I become a member or log in.
Halloween may be over, but Kurt Vile's new EP, So Outta Reach (hits shelves next Tuesday) leads off in true midnight-movie form with "The Creature." According to the Matador blog the EP contains five unreleased original songs initially recorded . . .
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Friday night, the 25th, Aquarium Drunkard presents Crooked Fingers and Strand of Oaks at the Echo in L.A. We have three pairs tickets for AD readers. If looking to go, leave a comment below with your name and an email in the address field (its hidden from the public) we can reach you at. Winners notified by Thursday; tickets held at will-call.
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Chunklet has been busy of late. Earlier this year the Atlanta based institution released their latest book, The Indie Cred Test, and announced they would be handling both The Olivia Tremor Control's vinyl reissues as well as a vinyl companion LP to the Jesus Lizard's reunion-tour DVD, Club. We caught up with Chunklet founder/editor Henry Owings over chips and guac at the Atlanta go-to El Myr to discuss, among other things, self-publishing, the OTC, sacred cows -- or lack thereof -- and, of course, Whirleyball.
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That's right, Friday night Aquarium Drunkard welcomes Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears back to LA at the Echoplex. We have three pairs tickets for AD readers. If looking to go, leave a comment below with your name and and an email in the address field (its hidden from the public) we can reach you at. Winners notified Thursday night; tickets held at will-call . . .
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Two months left in the year and I've had a mental note to highlight the below track since July. I have McGregor to thank for originally hipping me to this Austin based group a couple of years back, who were (then) known as Pure Ecstasy. The re-christened Pure X is cleaned up, yet no less potent. Culled from their debut long-player, become a member or log in.
Clarity. This is the central theme that becomes immediately apparent on Parallax, the third Atlas Sound long-player. Here, Bradford Cox’s distinctive echoed voice is cleaner, more familiar, like he’s hovering right above you. There’s a lot of space between his vocal melodies and the rest of the clamor. It’s a natural phenomenon/progression: artists attempting to move closer to their audience with each subsequent release, shedding the noise, the expectations and the distractions, in an attempt to convey an emotional presence that . . .
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Brand spankin' new one from Reigning Sound. "Eve" from their forthcoming mini-album, Abdication.
MP3: Reigning Sound :: Eve
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Our weekly two hour show on SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35, can now be heard twice, every Friday — Noon EST with an encore broadcast at Midnight EST.
SIRIUS 217: 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 . . .
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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 go . . .
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One of the most unique, unheralded albums of the 60s, the C.A. Quintet's Trip Thru Hell was a small indie pressing of under 500 from the Candy Floss label, making it a very rare 1968/1969 release. Originals will set you back a pretty penny, but for the die hard may be worth it considering the CD version does not faithfully recreate the back side . . .
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May Aleister Crowley put a curse on the house of Twilight for de-fanging the Lycanthrope. To counter-balance that bullshit, take a listen to Fang's 1983 "Diary Of A Mad Werrwoulf" -- a two and half minute, gnarled, punk howler. Imagine the aural equivalent to the transformation scene in An American Werewolf In London. Trick or treat.
MP3: Fang :: Diary Of A Mad . . .
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As any casual viewer of David Simon's Treme will tell you, it's nearly impossible to define and understand New Orleans and its citizens apart from their music. For years, and particularly since Hurricane Katrina battered the city's levees in August of 2005, the city has been viewed through the funked-out filter of the jazz, early rock, r&b, and hip-hop that has rolled up its bowl and into the wider world. In the storm's immediate aftermath . . .
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A highlight of Lou Reed's 1989 album New York, "Halloween Parade" is as evocative as it is chilling. Through a processional cast of characters the track chronicles the decade's AIDS epidemic and the friends Reed lost to it. Subdued, while the wistful narrative works well enough on its own, it is expertly employed as the glue between the LPs "Romeo Had Juliette" and the Dickensian "Dirty . . .
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I picked up Hunter S. Thompson's The Rum Diary upon its '98 release and then kept up with tales of a supposed film adaptation for years afterwards. Bouncing in and out of development and pre-production, by the mid '00s most fans had largely given up any hope of the film coming to fruition. But alas, in 2009 -- apparently defying considerable odds -- filming commenced in Puerto Rico, helmed by director Bruce Robinson, with Johnny Depp once again reprising his role of become a member or log in.
