The KLF “What Time Is Love?”
I went looking for this song on Spotify and iTunes a while ago, and came up empty. This is not surprising, since The KLF deleted this song and the rest of their catalog 22 years ago. Appropriately, my copy is on a CDR and now uploaded for your enjoyment. Kick out the JAMMS, mothers.
As one of those acts that I will never miss an opportunity to see (except if that opportunity is at Lollapalooza), Warpaint is a fantastic live band who clearly love being a fantastic live band. While their songs lack immediate hooks, the groove and textures are so compelling, and their interplay is so fun and captivating, I don’t much mind missing big, broad, singalong moments.
Cate LeBon did not disappoint either. A good night out at the rock ‘n’ roll show.
Grant Lee Buffalo.
From the same “folk music” venue that had brought me the return of Dream Syndicate four months earlier, it was 1990s alternative rock redux. Well, sort of. We’re all a bit older. But Grant Lee Buffalo’s original trio didn’t seem to have lost anything in their 18 years or so absence from the stages of Chicago. That’s a guess because I missed them playing live back in the day. I heard and loved the albums though, so this was a great opportunity to see and experience their craft in person.
That’s PSB, not PBS. Public Service Broadcasting, not Pet Shop Boys. Although they too were a smart English duo.
Mssrs Willgoose and Wrigglesworth informed, educated and entertained. Charming yet propulsive stuff indeed.
Not to be missed.
As I noted below, this was my 7th or 8th encounter with Cloud Cult. However, it was the first that was An Evening With Cloud Cult.
There was a seated, acoustic set…
…and there was a standing, electric set…
Not a whole lot to say about this one. Solid. Rock.
Alejando Escovedo and Susan Voelz. I think this was “Pale Blue Eyes”.
Alejandro and the band.
Peter Buck in one of the fortunate moments he was not singing.
Best show of the year so far? Probably this one.
Guitar magician William Tyler opened and guested with Califone on “A Thin Skin Of Bullfight Dust” and “Frosted Tips.”
Lincoln Hall had posted a sign saying “at the request of the performers, no photography.” Since Califone retweeted this one, I assume it was okay.
Even though this happened a while ago, PP’s new album is due soon and the buzz is loud, so I’ll throw it on here about six weeks late.
Singer Meredith Graves is a force of nature.
If you want to see them, you won’t have to block to much time out on your calendar. Maybe they’ll get the set list up to 20 minutes for the next time. But then again, one of the comments I read after this show said something to the effect of “14 minutes? They played for 4 minutes too long for it to be a true punk show.” True punks know the score, apparently.
10cc “I’m Not In Love”
I’ve been in love with this song for nearly 39 years. So in that sense, I AM in love. But only that.
Jason Isbell “Different Days”
Jason Isbell’s Southeastern is the kind of record that you play at work and a song comes up and you stop what you’re doing and pull out the lyric sheet and wonder how in the world someone is capable of writing a song as good as that. And then another song—the next song, probably—comes up, and you do the same thing again. And again.
For those wondering if Jason Isbell would ever put together an album filled with songs equal to his Drive-By Truckers stunners like “Outfit” or “Decoration Day” or “Danko/Manuel”, Southeastern is that album.
The Boomtown Rats “Someone’s Looking At You”
And when the place comes ablaze with a thousand dropped names
I don’t know who to call.
But I got a friend over there in the government block
And he knows the situation and he’s taking stock,
I think I’ll call him up now
Put him on the spot, tonight.
The NSA just saw me upload this song.
And oh yeah…
On a night like this I deserve to get kissed at least once or twice
Eleventh Dream Day “Making Like A Rug”
New Moodio is Eleventh Dream Day’s “lost record,” a parallel world version of El Moodio. It is also the snapshot of a band at its peak. Recorded and mixed in just a few days, there is an urgency and excitement that courses through these songs played by a band empowered by freedom and possibility.
Chicago’s finest, and they’re still crackling and ripping, 20 years later.