Martin Percival sent me this report yesterday and Randy Haecker who compiled it gave me the go ahead to post it here. My thanks to Randy and also to Madeline Bocaro...

As you might guess, I had mixed emotions stepping foot into CBGB again now that it's been re-opened by designer John Varvatos as an upscale clothing boutique. But curiosity got the best of me and I appreciated the fact that the opening night party last Thursday was a benefit concert to support the Save The Music Foundation. Plus, the night promised a terrific linuep of talent: IAN HUNTER, RONNIE SPECTOR, CLEM BURKE (Blondie), CHEETAH CHROME (Dead Boys), ALAN VEGA (Suicide), HANDSOME DICK MANITOBA (Dictators), the LOSER'S LOUNGE band, and a rare reunion gig from L.E.S. heroes D GENERATION.

So I dutifully bought my ticket (thanks Lindsey) and took the subway down to CB's.

The interior was certainly recognizable as CBGB. Portions of the sticker-covered original walls still remain, though they are now behind protective glass covers. The original stage is gone but for the night's festivities they had installed a replacement stage in approximately the same location as the original.

I winced at the vast number of security staff inside the place, all wearing headsets and dressed in black designer suits. And then there were scores of people with designer hair running around with t-shirts that said "Birthplace of Punk" on the back. ICK.

But I can't say anything bad about the concert. The concert ROCKED. I spotted a couple of the original sound guys from CB's and the Continental, and everything sounded perfect. In addition to the aforementioned musical guests, Varvatos and crew managed to gather a jaw-dropping lineup of unannounced "special guests" including JOAN JETT, WAYNE KRAMER (MC5), TOM MORELLO (Rage Against The Machine), PERRY FARRELL, SLASH, JERRY CANTRELL (Alice In Chains) and SEN DOG (Cypress Hill) among others.

I was right up against the stage and documented the whole thing. I got several shots of the new interior, including three of the new "chandelier" that now hangs in the middle of the space. All my photos are here:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/worldofrandsom/sets/72157604633346919/

Here's an additional take on the night, this one provided by my pal Madeline Bocaro, who was pressed up against the front of the stage all night.

CBGB - ONE MORE TIME! By Madeline Bocaro

On April 17, 2008 we stood outside under the new black 315 Bowery awning as ropes were put up, and limos pulled up. I don't know where these people thought they were, but I was at CBGB! The CBGB gallery next door(now Morrison Hotel Gallery) exhibits a huge poster in its window announcing Bob Gruen's exhibit Rockers, featuring Sid Vicious smashing a condiment-loaded hot dog into his own face, sporting a badge that says, "I'm A Mess".

A guy approaches me asking, "Where's the Bowery Hotel?" and I recognize him -former T. Rex/Led Zep publicist, B.P. Fallon. Elements of heaven and hell and surrealism permeated the evening. Up walked the cowboy from The Village People. The only logical explanation is that he probably has Alzheimer's and wandered into the most inappropriate place for him on earth!

DGeneration are magnificently sound-checking inside while way too many security staffers are strategizing the guestlist/wrist band coordination. When I roll my eyes, someone asks, "Wasn't it ever like this before?" I reply, "There hardly was a door - people just stumbled in and out of the cavernous hole all night long."

Tonight, we enter and there's an eerily empty space to the right where dear old gray-haired owner Hilly used to sit and stamp hands. But the place is pretty much intact. It feels the same. It even looks the same, but a bit cleaner.

All the graffiti and historic crap stuck to the walls has been preserved under glass, with lots of cool rock posters and framed photos everywhere. Alice Cooper, T. Rex, the Jam and Iggy Pop music is playing. It feels like the line in Bowie's song "Heroes", "We can steal time, just for one day." A new bar is placed right where the old one used to be, and as we enter deeper and see the stage, it's just like old times - except the infamous bathrooms are gone. (There were Port-O-Pottys set up outside).

The new tenant, designer John Varvatos has retained the spirit of the old place. It could've become a Starbucks or a bank, but here we are -at CBGB again!

It's an opening bash for the Varvatos boutique (not a garment in sight) and a benefit for VH1's Save The Music. The cavalcade of stars begins. First up is a group of kids under age 12 – maybe even 9 - Care Bears on Fire. If I didn't feel old when I walked in, I sure did now. Next was another group of teen boys, Pop Girls etc.. They were the pimply cretins of the class whom all the girls ridiculed, dressed in pointy boots and too-tight jackets. They had no idea how ridiculous they looked!

Up next was the DGeneration reunion - the first in 10 years. My god did they rock! Incredible memories of how great they were. "No Way Out", "Frankie" and "Degenerated" floored everyone! Bassist Howie Pyro flew in from L.A. I reminded guitarist Danny Sage that he once told me I'd see them at Madison Square Garden, and I did - when they opened for KISS in 1996. He yelled down to me from the stage at MSG, "I told you!!!" Now he said, "Look where it got us, right back here!" A wild blast from the past.

I guess Debbie Harry had better things to do that night, so Clem Burke backed up the Losers Lounge with some singers who did T. Rex, Blondie and Bowie songs. Then came the redemption of Ronnie Spector! She looked incredible and sang her gorgeous rendition of Johnny Thunders' "You Can't Put Your Arms Around A Memory". She wiped away tears and said, "This place started it all - so many faces are running through my mind like - Joey Ramone..." At least SHE remembered! Then she sang the most beautiful "Be My Baby" knocking down the confining wall of sound...just her pure "Woah oh oh oh oh." It was heavenly. I've always admired her - a true pop diva from another era who stepped down from her throne to appreciate and befriend the underground creatures of CBGB.

Without hesitation, they announced Ian Hunter. I wasn't ready for another of my most precious heroes so suddenly, but out he came amidst the loudest cheers of the evening for "Once Bitten Twice Shy", "Central Park N' West", "Roll Away The Stone" and "All The Young Dudes."

Alan Vega from Suicide, still ever so insane did a mystifying version of ? And The Mysterians' "96 Tears" - at once classic and ridiculous. Joan Jett, looking amazing, did "Bad Reputation". The Dead Boys' Cheetah Chrome came out for "Sonic Reducer" and the Stooges' "I Wanna Be Your Dog". The Dictators' Handsome Dick Manitoba, MC5's Wayne Kramer and others jammed on "Kick Out The Jams". Then came Slash and Perry Farrell, and later members of Cypress Hill. The evening became confusing as it derailed and degenerated from Degeneration to this.

But at least we know that a stage still can be pulled out at any time, and anything can happen in this preserved historic place where we all grew up.

Brother Patrick has organised this interview for your reading pleasure...

"I am super successful, because I live the life I love and I love the life I live." - Margaret Doll Rod(s)

Margaret just issued her new (and second) album, called "Scintillating" on Gonna Puke records. An Italian label mostly distributed on ebay, it seems. It deserves to available more widely, so spread the word.

I've always thought of her as a kind of female Jonathan Richman (by coincidence, both she and Jojo just issued a new records and are touring Europe at the same time) : same kind of emotional, down to earth person. Always giving their best, even if the audience is limited. They’re not disillusioned by a certain lack of what is often perceived as success. These people are beautiful human beings.

Patrick: I remember you once told me that the artists that inspired you the most are Hasil Adkins (RIP) and Jonathan Richman. What can you tell us about the?.

Margaret: I can't tell you a whole lot about Jonathan Richman, because I have never met him. I do however love dancin my booty off at his shows. Hasil Adkins on the other hand was one of the sweetest and kindest crazy men I ever met. We'd talk for hours on the telephone and see who could holler the loudest and laugh our butts off. When we met he always treated me like a little girl swinging me around and then ask me sumthin kind of sexy. Like do you wanna hunch. He made me cassettes of songs he would like to hear me cover, but I never did. I just liked listening to Hasil. He would tell me about my picture that he had up on the wall, and well I don't eat no more hot dogs (“No More Hot Dogs” is a song by Hasil Adkins).

P: Have you ever thought of covering a Jonathan Richman's song and if you have, which one ?

M: I never thought to cover a Jonathan Richman song, crazy thing is I rarely even think

P: You recently explained why you decided to stop the Demolition Doll Rods. Were they the very first group you were involved with? Before that you toured with the Gories in 1992, dancing on stage while they were playing, right?

M: The Demolition Doll Rods was the first band I was ever in. I did not decide to stop the Doll Rods. I would never leave the Doll Rods. I always have and still do love them with all my heart. Christine. a.k.a Thump had a baby and decided to devote herself to her little one which I would do the same if she were mine. Danny left the band to find himself. I did help the Gories out on their first tour selling records, carrying equipment, sewing the crotch of Micks pants every other night, and well I couldn't help myself. I do love to dance. So for sure like all shows I go to you'll find me dancin. Heck I dance even when there isn't any music playin’.

P: Was the show at the Fillmore on Halloween 2006,opening for the Cramps, the ultimate highlight of DDR's career? Can you tell me about your friendship with Lux & Ivy?

M: The Doll Rods have had some pretty amazing highlites in this life time. The Fillmore was a great time. Anytime I can spend with Lux and Ivy is out of this world. They are a main line to a good time.

P: I would have bet that you were living in Italy those last months. But I guess you miss your sister in Detroit, too. Are you living partly in Detoit and Italy ?

M: My home is where my heart is. Usually on the road, sometimes in the air. It's true what they say about me I definitely get around. I do spend a lot of time in Italy these days and whenever Italy and I are together it definitely feels like home. The same goes for when I stay in Michigan such an amazing place. You know people came from all over the world to stay there. The crazy thing is it's not where you come from it's where your goin to. Yep my heart is my home.

P: Your latest album, called "Scintillating " was been recorded in Brazil at the same time of the previous one (Enchanté), why did it take such a long time to come out ?

M: I did record "Scintillatin'" in Brazil some time after “Enchante” was released. While at the same time, I was making costumes for myself and sometimes for Danny. Writing songs for the Doll Rods constantly. Touring with the Doll Rods constantly and of course making albums with the Doll Rods. So as hard as it was to stop playing with the Doll Rods it gave me a chance to give a little time to myself and put out this album.

P: It's a limited edition of 500 on Gonna Puke. I only saw it available on ebay, no info anywhere else... Don't you think that a brilliant album with such a beautiful cover deserves to be widely distributed ?

M: It is my dream that this music that flows through me is available to everyone. So I just keep dreamin and am so thankful for every bit of help I get.

P: The cover of the album mentions Margaret Doll Rods. Has the “s” been added because you’re a full (one woman) band ? Or else ?

M: I don't know why I added the s, but I did and I like it.

P: The sound on this new album, produced by you and Marco Butcher, is far better than on the previous one. Please tell me more about the recording.

M: It was simple and straight up. I played the songs - instruments and vocals all at once like I do on stage. We didn't have much time because I was also on tour at the time promoting the last album. So we just got in there, I played and that was it. If I had an idea I would tell it to Marco and he would translate for me and I knew Clayton (Clayton Martin, the owner of the studio where Margaret’s album was recorded) understood because he did exactly what I asked for. Really great guys!

P: Marco is the leader of Thee Butchers Orchestra, the best Brazilian group ever, one of their albums was produced by Danny and they even covered a DDR song (Move To The Music). How did you meet them, are they your connection with Brazil ?

M: Marco and a girl named Debby wrote us years ago asking us to please come and tour in Brazil. The Doll Rods toured there for two weeks. It was a really great experience so for sure, when they asked for me to come back, I was happy to go back and tour there and make an album. It was crazy!

P: Another place where you’re famous seem to be Slovenia, where you played you’re 1st solo show a couple of years ago, right ?

M: I was also fortunate enough to play my solo show in Slovenia.

P: The new album is a real masterpiece with lots of powerful ballads. Except for some few backing vocals on “This Lil’ Light ‘O Mine”, it’s a full one woman band record, right?

M: Yes of course except for the backing vocals on this Lil' Light O' Mine. I play everything and sing everything all at once. It's the only way I know how. It's all me. Sometimes I feel all woman and sometimes I feel part girl, and a little bit of who knows what!

P: Yep! This gospel song “This Lil’ Light O’ Mine” could have featured on the latest (I hope, not last) DDR album. This lil’ light o’ mine is the light of love ... This song fits perfectly with your philosophy about hearts that should be “big and always open”, as you wrote in the liner notes of your album.

M: It's strange I don't believe I have a philosophy on love or life. I just try and follow my heart and listen, and if my heart has something good to offer then I share it with those that would like some.

P: Apart from this song which is traditional (credits generally goes to Harry Dixon Loes) and Big O’s “Dream Baby”, all the songs have been written by you. They’re all killers with Margaret’s touch, no filler and as I already said, the sound is perfect. What is your personal fave on the album ?

M: I think my personal favorite is Hey Lil' Stranger

P: My fave Big O album is “Roy Orbison Sings", from 1972, do you know this one?

M: Please burn me a copy of the big O CD. I'd love to have something new to listen too

P: An album is completely perfect on if it has a beautiful cover. And this one has ! You’re not as naked as on the previous one but you’re sexy as ever (please, don’t imagine i’m crude or whatever – hey, come on, you know you’re sexy, ahahah). In the liner notes, you mention Bambi painting you – do you mean that those pix on the cover are paintings, like those by Guy Pellaert or Edward Hopper ?

M : Thanks! Bambi is a make up artist. She just put make up on me so no the album is not painted. I just feel like I am personally being painted when people put make up on me. It is such a strange feeling the brushes on your skin. I feel like a canvas. However I do love Guy Pelleart. I don't Edward Hopper.

P: Is there something else that you’d like to say about your album or your current tour ?

M: Not really I am just excited to have the opportunity to play.

P : See ya soon – in Paris, May 1st

M : Thanks Patrick, if there is anything else please write, and I will see you real soon.

Margaret Doll Rod(s) on tour :

Forthcoming shows :
Saturday, April 26th @ Gaswerk, Winterthur / Sunday, April 27th @ the Swamp, Freiburg / Monday, April 28th @ the Tsunami, Cologne / Tuesday, April 29th @ Le Pot au Lait, Liège / Wednesday, April 30th @ the Pit's, Courtrai / Thursday, May 1st @ Le Rocher, Paris / Friday, May 2nd @ the Cosmic Trip Fest, Bourges / Sunday, May 4th @ the Ratpack, Clermond Ferrand / / Monday, May 5th @ Donald's Pub, Tours / Tuesday, May 6th @ Barbarella, La Rochelle / Tuesday, May 13th @ the Mau Club, Rostock / Wednesday, May 14th @ White Trash Fast Food, Berlin / Thursday, May 15th @ Bessunger Knabanschule, Darmstadt / Friday, May 16th @ Deep Inside, Dijon / Saturday, May 17th @ the Party, Nolay / Sunday, May 18th @ TAF, Montpellier

The album is available at Gonna Puke records.

Things have been a tad awry and I hope to regain some semblance of regularity from here on in but don't count on it. Lot of primo entertainment to share so that's coming down the pipe in due course. Let's kick it all off with a reminder that the Susquehanna laddies will be doing their thing thusly... Their poster for this week strangely reflects the mood from here in what is about to become the epicentre of a "fuel crisis" when the unions go toe to toe with Ineos.

Dear Fellow Laborer-

Please be assured that Susquehanna Industrial Tool & Die Co. supports our common cause this week, with two hard-working displays of solidarity uniting two boroughs.

THURSDAY, APRIL 24th / OTTO'S SHRUNKEN HEAD /
538 East 14th Street (just west of Avenue B) in Manhattan / Two union-sanctioned shows, from 8:00 sharp until 10:00 / Free to the masses

SATURDAY, APRIL 26th / HANK'S SALOON /
46 Third Avenue (at the corner of Atlantic Avenue) in Brooklyn / One striking set at 10:00 sharp, with the "Cemetery & Western" stylings of Ninth House at 11:00 and the gothic angst of Bitter Grace at (appropriately) midnight / No bourgeoisie cover

And, Comrade, what of next week, you may ask?

SATURDAY, MAY 3rd / RODEO BAR & GRILL /
375 Third Avenue (at the corner of 27th Street) in Manhattan / Three unified sets, from 10:30 sharp until 1:30 / No cover -- and free proletariat peanuts

Industrially yours, Michael - Susquehanna Industrial Tool & Die Co.

"Ballads, Boogies & Blues"

Dave Alvin on Chris Gaffney

Available here!

"Novelist, poet and musician Jeremy Gluck draws on his experiences of growing up in post-War Canada in a breath-takingly beautiful and poignant account of his battle with bipolar disorder (manic depression). He contrasts a depiction of his descent into depression and madness with the narrative innocence of his childhood. The book is in three parts or "lives". The first part accounts the author’s innocence of the illness, when it lies dormant but shadowing. In the second part, the author wrestles with madness as the illness reveals itself. Coming from a more balanced and objective viewpoint, in the final part there is a review of both, the author having brought himself back. He can now show himself as someone different, neither the innocent nor the madman, and importantly not the person he has been mistaken as being". Published by Chipmunka, E-book version available now. Paperback coming soon...

Today, as you are possibly aware, is record store day. Fast becoming extinct in all corners of the world we need to conserve these beasties like any endangered species.

So no big chain stores or chucking a Duffy cd into your basket along with the oven chips at Tesco or wherever, OK? You want music on this day, you seek out the little guy or go without, while there are some still out there. So you can explain to your grand kids what these things were if nothing else. There are so many reasons why we need this kind of community more than ever.

Every Saturday should be Record Store Day...

The world has lost two great accordion players this past couple of days.

Before I went to work this morning I checked the Gaffometer total and saw it was making steady progress. Checking the "stats" a little later, I came across a google that somebody had typed in "chris gaffney rip". When I clicked on it, it took me down a rabbit hole that I really didn't want to navigate. It was the OC Register obit that really hit home that it was in fact true. A reply to an e-mail sent to Dave in a mild panic confirmed what I already was in a tiz about.

I discovered Chris Gaffney via Art Fein who sent me "Road To Indio" when it came out. Many years later I would get acquainted with the man himself when he came to Glasgow with Dave Alvin and the Guilty Men. Tom Hamilton and I put on a show at Glasgow's Grand Ole Opry at which Chris opened and captivated everybody in the room. It was quite a night. Earlier that day we all made our way from London to Glasgow by train. Quite the trek but what a great time we all had and that memory will stick with me for as long as I'm around.

It became obvious that Chris was something special both as a human being and a performer.

He ought to have starred in his own TV show. He had such strength of character and was in many ways larger than life. The guy was also a gentleman in the most honourable sense of the word.

It was a pleasure to be in his company the few times that I was privileged for that to happen. This was a man that really seemed to have lived and despite not having become a household name like he deserved to, he made more of a mark in his short time on this earth than any of us might be aware including, in the end, his own good self. If he’d won some kind of title as the funniest guy on earth, I wouldn’t have been surprised.

Tonight I'm gonna spend some time with his music and will hoist a couple of bottles while doing so. One thing I'll remember is the proud look on his face when we were playing his (at the time) recently completed Hacienda Bros demos in the bar at Glasgow's Central Hotel. Chris was also a huge boxing aficionado and Ken Buchanan was a big hero of his. The younger Chris was pretty nippy in the ring by all accounts too.

I feel a great sense of loss with regard to Chris' untimely passing. My thoughts are very much with his family including the great David Alvin Esq, all of whom must be devastated. The world has lost a great, great artist who many have yet to discover and I kind of envy them that. Getting knocked out by those golden tones, the very essence of country soul.

On the other hand, as I tap away here, Gaffney is singing Joe Ely’s “Are You Listening Lucky” which is just about to segue into the Cold Hard Facts definitive roadhouse version of Deep Purple’s “Highway Star”. This guy had all the bases covered and our big backyard is not a better place for his not being around.

Hacienda Brothers homepage.

http://newsgroups.derkeiler.com/Archive/Rec/rec.music.artists.springsteen/2008-04/msg04256.html

I didn’t know Danny Federici of the E-Street Band on the other hand but he was always an integral part of the Springsteen sound. To hear that he’d passed away today was a surprise and he too touched a great many folks over the years.

I can hardly believe this...

RIP - Chris Gaffney

The Customs are back, for one night only though...

...with The Tigerlillies (from Ohio as I recall but can't find anything on the web strangely) who almost appeared on the never-released NBT comp way back when such considerations could almost be realised.

That and The Quick are on myspace. can't be sure what year I'm existing in but all of a sudden the soundtrack has gotten real good!

Seems to me that this bill is a little upside down but if I was in Stockholm then I'd be there, irrespective of any prospective running order. Still nursing a bit of a pounding napper but have been blessed today by a sneak preview of some serious blitzkrieg pop with a sophisticated kaboom.

The new SYLQ is nearly ready folks and they (i.e. anybody, give or take) almost never, if indeed ever, make them like this anymore.

Oy, tis the season to have thumpin' headaches. Two corkers on the trot, 2 days running. These are lifestyle induced rather than brought upon by imbibing and I gave up trying to find any medical solution. However these past two days have brought things into sharp focus in terms of noggin nipping. Still - time to get moving toward the front door. Just got time to bring you this...

RIP - Hazel Court (Link courtesy of Ben Gart)

Hard to compute that it's 7 years today since Joey died. We could sure use him right about now...

I sometimes wonder what he thinks about his group becoming bigger than The Beatles.

The world has certainly gone down the pan since he exited dontcha think? "It's gonna be alright, it's gonna be OK". Aye right big fella.

Today this message came in from an old NYC pal...

Friends,

I'm excited to announce the release of “Trains and Boats and Planes,” my first new recordings in three years.

"Trains and Boats and Planes" is a collection of covers, based around the title track by Burt Bacharach & Hal David. It is not being sold in stores, but is available now for download from iTunes, Amazon, eMusic, and most other digital retailers. I've posted two of the new recordings at My Space, and the entire EP is streaming at AOL Spinner and MP3.com this week.

After the birth of my daughter, I found myself at home more than I had been in years, having previously traveled a lot playing music. Walking the floors with an infant, I couldn’t shake the idea that a music life was moving faster somewhere out of my reach. My solace was time spent with my musician friends as we wrung every bit of emotion out of songs like "Trains and Boats and Planes." To satisfy the urge to move, we decided to record a set of songs using "TBP" as a theme, and to see where we could transport ourselves from the confines of a Brooklyn studio, crossing depths of water and hopping a few trains. By the time we returned to mix, my now not-so-tiny baby was tearing up the recording studio, and all felt right in the world.

The songs I've chosen to cover are "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" (Gordon Lightfoot), "Silver Wings" (Merle Haggard), "Howard Hughes Blues" (John Hartford), "Train of Life" (Roger Miller), and "Love Vigilantes," by New Order (I'm also honored to have my version of "Love Vigilantes" included on the soundtrack of the documentary film "Body of War"). If you chose to download the entire "album," you also receive three transportation-themed songs from my previous releases.

These mostly-acoustic sessions were recorded by Mark Spencer at his Tape Kitchen studio in Brooklyn, and feature Mark on guitars, Jimmy Ryan on mandolin, Jeremy Chatzky on bass, and Steve Goulding on drums. Ted Reichman contributed accordion to a couple of songs, and Jenny Scheinman lent her violin and voice to two tracks as well.

I'm not planning to play much beyond the New York area for now, but we hope to see you down the road somewhere soon!

Happy travels,

Laura Cantrell

Just a quick lick and a promise tonight, I need to look for someting that's proving to be elusive...

Anyways, The Primevals now have their own site in addition to myspace, take a good look.

Also, if you fancy a new screen saver, there are bings to choose from at this portal. Brought to my attenshun courtesy of the very Rev. David Arnoff.

Normal service? Whassat then??

So that was Grindhouse... whoever decided it was a good idea to extend both movies into single features ought to be turned over to (this is not workplace-friendly) Eli Roth. There are two ways of looking and one of those involves those who wouldn't be interested. In that case, they should stay as far away from it as is humanly possible and let the rest of us enjoy the ride. It's stupid, it's gory, it's a homage to the genre(s) that made these guys what they are goddammit. The word on the bush telegraph when released in America was that "Planet Terror" was boring.

I imagine that those doing the bleating on that front were at the cinema and couldn't get a ticket for "Atonement" or some muckle pish.

I've said it before and I'll say it again - somebody should develop a TV series for Rose McGowan outta her character. "Death Proof" in it's shorter form works better, it's noticeably different in terms of build. All the excess padding is gone and funny that the "missing reel" containing the lap dance, turned up in time for the extended version. So anyway, most of our readers, I'd expect, would lap this up. Fans of Dave Dee, Dozy, Mitch and Tich as Jungle Julie calls 'em just prior to her dispatch never heard them like this on their old bedroom dansette I can tell you.

The intermission music was all Link Wray so the vibe was happening and Freddy Rodriguez character was called El Wray of Wray's Wreckery. It was a full house at The Cameo on a Sunday afternoon at 1.30pm so somebody is doing something right.

Cheech Marin in the "Machete" trailer is absolutely unstoppable and did you know that Katie Melua was in one of the fake trailers too? Neither did I. The soundtracks are fantastic and I get goosebumps when April March's "Chick Habit" blasts in on the close. This is going to be doing the rounds so see it, even if you've seen the individual films on dv-fucking-d. I don't care how big your TV is, this has to be seen in a cinema.

Nearly hung on to catch the Scorcese Stones film as a conduit to the Laki Mera show opening for Paul Haig but didn't quite have the stamina. The timing was a bit off as I forgot that the Grindhouse "feature presentations" would be shorter than the individual versions. What a daftie...

Never even knew this was on the go until I read Joachim Hiller's review in OX. Maybe Cherry Red will help get the other three-quarters over here to play?

Tigerfest in Dunfermline throughout May '08... Tigerfest Scotlandwide...

Fri 2nd - Molly Wagger/ Hippo /+ Dj set from the Joint Chiefs of Staff -
Monty's - 9pm £5

Fri 9th - The Manicdotes / System Arcade / Established - Tower House 7pm - £2

Thu 15th - The Twilight Sad / Frightened Rabbit / Dirty Summer -
Carnegie Hall 7.30pm - £8

Fri 16th - Norman Blake / David Scott - Carnegie Hall 7.30pm - £10

Sat 17th - Idlewild / Foxface / The Scottish Enlightenment -
Carnegie Hall 7.30pm - £18

Sun 18th - Paul Haig / Fangs / Laki Mera - Carnegie Hall 7.30pm - £10

Fri 30th - Yoshi / Ives / Chameleon Jersey - Monty’s 9pm - £5

Hardly drawn breath for one reason and another since The Sonics. Are the decks looking any clearer? Well not exactly but y'ken... Never even acknowledged that all this has been going for 31+ years, five or so of those onthishereline gizmo. I thought about it briefly and then promptly forgot and that's pretty muckle the way it is at the minute. Did I ditch Facebook? No, but I cleared out most of the applications so that's progress, right? My actual address book turned up in the middle of a pile of magazines so that should aid the compilation of the computer one. Maybes aye...

Nothing much else to report. If I get shot of my chores then I'll return with some live reviews. That is put a record or cd on and just spill my gibberish into the computer. Was up very early today to finalise-ish my liner note for the upcoming S&LQ belter entitled "Stick With It" and am feeling a wee bit tired so I think some fresh air might be in odour. Plus "Monk" isn't on again on BBC 2 Scotland because of the bastarding rugby.

One bummer so far today is that I tried the haggis from the new place in town and it's a thumbs down I'm afraid. I can see all of you fearties out there thinking "is it really?" with a sarcastic, bordering on horrified frown.

RIP - Stanley Kamel

Well I'll be... (cheers Ben)

The countdown is underway to the first-ever Record Store Day on Saturday, April 19.

It's going to be an unprecedented event when the independent stores across the world join forces to celebrate the essential cultural and economic roles they play, both in their local communities and nationally. During these tumultous times, it's been so encouraging to hear of the widespread support this initiative has garnered from fans, artists and the industry.

Each and every day, independent record stores of all shapes and sizes (and the people who own, manage and work in them) bring not only their heart and soul, but also their creativity and their financial investment in the success of the music business. Artist development...customer service... innovative marketing and promotion... the list goes on and on. They have more than earned this chance to step into the spotlight and take their well-deserved applause from an enthusiastic and appreciative audience.

Everyone should embrace the spirit of RSD in order to change the focus from what's not working with the music industry to instead focus on what... vibrant and resilient businesses that thrive in today's climate by remembering that it really is all about the music and the people who love it.

Here's to a wild... and wildly successful... Record Store Day 2008 and many, many more to come!

No big chainstores, Tesco or any other supermarkets, OK? Independent mail order is fine but lay off Amazon for that day too.

"In celebration of eight year old Esther Mae Griffin triumphantly riding her garishly pink bicycle for the first time on her own this weekend proud father, author and parttime bicycle instructor Sid Griffin announces he will speak/enthrall/singsong about Bob Dylan's Basement Tapes era at Borders Books this very Friday, 11 Apr 2008, 6:30pm...

a bookstore which is of course conveniently located for all weary shoppers at the ever fashionable address of:

203-207 Oxford Street, London, W1D 2LE Cost :FREE

Borders is located a easy walk just one block from the Oxford Circus Tube stop, via the Central, Bakerloo, and Victoria lines. Phone: 020.7292.1600

Yes, yes, this is Dad Griffin again plugging his recent 94,000 word Million Dollar Bash book which is of course about the Basement Tapes which are of course important which is of course interesting so you of course should be there with all 'yer pals. Of course.

You need not bring a bicycle. Alas at this performance Esther Mae Griffin will NOT be singing her own unique take on "Quinn The Eskimo" as she is off to Millie's in Walthamstow for a sleepover but Dad will be yakking at authoritative length and singing a few Basement Tapes tunes as well.

All the Griffins hope to see you there. "

So, first thing I see this morning is the news that Tine is leaving The Boonaraaas. Quite a bummer but these things happen so I'll be posting the vacancy in the hope that it'll help them find a replacement toot suite. In keeping with getting oneself into the proverbial fankle, I head downtown to stop at the docrors surgery and then to the post office to mail my Gaff donation. The place was bloody queued out the door. This is indicative of trying to access any such service and sure evidence that the early bird can sing for a bloody worm.

Fast forward an hour or so and I go to read the electricity and gas meters and find that the gas one's l-e-d's are gubbed. Hoping this won't be the start of another round of hassles with the supplier, the fault was duly reported but who even approaching their right mind would trust these people?

And the icing on the cake, I figured it was time to donate a pint of blood. Putting aside my utter hatred of the venue, I venture over to find that it's not all running smoothly. Not at all. But anyway, wishing to have the blood taken and to get out of there - a modicum of patience was summoned and I make it to the bed. Only to have the person who puts in the tube make an utter lady's front bottom of it. So now I'm gonna have a technicolour forearm into the bargain. Joy of joys. So, note to self - make an appointment at the proper donor centres in either Glasgow or Edinburgh in the future. The evil spirits that inhabit the "Sports Complex" won't get their chance to screw me over twice.

So here's an admission - I may have been better off going to work today. Nurse - the screens and the padlocks!

I look forward to the remainder of this day passing without further incident but you never know...

Not long back from the Lumet double bill of "Before The Devil Knows You're Dead" and "Dog Day Afternoon". Read some lukewarm reviews about the former but it's good solid stuff told in typical Sid style. It's about things falling apart, I half expected to heat "Fallar Isar" in the soundtrack. The cast includes the fantastic Amy Ryan. Must have been at least 20 years since I saw DDA and it holds up very well. Both as a film and a snapshot of the times.

There was a light dusting of snow here today but it was all gone by the return train trip as the light ebbed. Too bad. I like the bright, clean white of the landscape while it's cold enough for the blanket not to be turned into slush. Anyway, that's about your lot for today... take a look at this piece about Chris Gaffney that Lloyd sent a link to.

RIP - Don (Screamin Hellvis Johnson) Buchanan (of The Mad Daddys and Casino Evil, info from Staysick)

RIP - Charlton Heston

I relented and watched the rest of the Strummer documentary. As it turns out, life after the thing known as The Clash was considerably more interesting. And the additional interview extras actually shed some light as to who the interviewees are. Just as well because the credits on my relatively tiny TV screen are too wee to read. So anyway, not a lot of progress has been made today so we'll see what tomorrow brings in addition to a Sidney Lumet double bill at The Cameo.

Here are the Margaret Dollrod dates... Patrick is working round the clock to complete his interview with the lady herself for your reading pleasure. It'll be along in due course...

6/04 Lucera @ Arcisonica (I)
8/04 Catania @ La Chiave (I)
11/04 La Spezia @ La Skaletta (I)
12/04 Vigevano @ Coffee Pub (I)
13/04 Cuneo @ Circolo dei Briganti (I)
17/04 Firenze @ Ulysee (I)
18/04 Piacenza @ Circolo Arci for Sale (I)
19/04 Bolzano @ Bunker (I)
20/04 Rovigo @ Ungawa Tiki Bar (I)
27/04 Freiburg @ Swamp (de)
28/04 Cologne @ Tsunami (de)
29/04 Liege @ le pot au lait (be)
30/04 Courtrai @ The Pit's (be)
01/05 Paris @ le rocher-Malakoff (fr)
02/05 Bourges @ Cosmic trip fest (fr)
04/05 Clermont ferrand @ Ratpack (fr)
05/05 Tours @ donald's pub (fr)
06/05 TBC
07/05 Toulouse @ Fairfield pub (fr)
08/05 Perpignan @ Divine Comédie (fr)
13/05 Rostock @ mau club (de)
14/05 Berlin @ white trash fast food (de)
15/05 Darmstadt @ Bessunger Knabenschule (de)
16/05 Dijon @ deep inside (fr)
18/05 Montpellier @ secret place (fr)

Obviously you should check with the actual places for any further details.

Not a bad start to the weekend, got home to find a DVD of the Säkert! TV thing so I can watch it properly and not on this gas-powered pc with tinny sound. Thanks Lennart.

On top of that there are some new Girl Trouble songs on their myspace. Hear 'em and wish you were going to The Dive tomorrow night. Heck, maybe you are?

If you're in LA, Lysa Flores and El Vez are at East Side Luv tonight. When you're in Rome on April 4th what do you do? You go see Margaret DollRod, that's what.

Her Eurojaunt kicks off tonight and all going well we'll be catching up with her via Brother Patrick. Doesn't include the UK unfort but one of these days...

OK, if this mood persists then I might get some work done this (long) weekend. We'll see.

THE GO-GO's 8th Birthday Party with live music from THE FIVE ACES.(Rockin soul and r'nb). Band on stage at midnight.

DJs Tall Paul & Angus; 60's garage, pop, mod, beat, soul, ska, psychedelia, girl groups, French pop, and punk.

Upstairs at Studio 24, Calton Road, Edinburgh.
11pm til 3am, Admission £5/4.

£3 before midnight (with a flyer).

First Saturday of the month, next 'un Saturday 3rd May..

myspace.com/thegogoedinburgh

RIP - Klaus Dinger

Readers in China (are there any?) and Japan wil be awaiting the imminent of Ms Annika Norlin and Ms Maia Hirasawa in their respective locales next week. Details can be found here and here.

The recent concert broadcast of Sakert! from Malmo last December can be accessed via this link and includes their very soulful, haunting version of The Wannadies "My Hometown". Not to be confused with the Girl Trouble or even Springsteen songs of the same name.

The skinny on Ben Vaughn's honest to god "first band". (Thanks Ben)

I still haven't watched the rest of that Strummer thing and after watching The Dictators from Randall's Island (courtesy of Brother Patrick), I might give it a miss altogether. We'll see. It's nearly Friday again and not a minute too soon, computer shenannigans are not altogether solved but we're getting there. Thanks to all of youse that have sent me yer e-mail addresses, the addy book is slowly coming together and now I know how to back it up properly. Possibly...

Ticket info for the Amsterdam show now available from sickjules@hotmail.com

This is the Dublin show (sorry about the faux pas Liam, it wis early...) but they're in the UK (including Glasgow) during the same period. Warner E. Hodges has some solo shows and an album out just prior too... There's a mini-roots-rock hurricane about to hit the UK...

It was a shock to hear about my old friend Chris Gaffney's liver cancer diagnosis. There's a button on the sidebar there if you can make a donation toward his medical expenses. I know that some of you folks have met Chris with Dave Alvin and/or The Hacienda Brothers and would want to be informed. He's a fighter and I'm sure he'll beat this thing. However "land of the free" evidently isn't a reference to waiving the hospital bills If you don't have the right insurance then what's the word again? Oh I guess "fucked" would cover it. So help The Gaff out if you can...

On a more upbeat note, another NBT stalwart, Ms. Laura Cantrell has some new songs on her myspace. I'm away to rassle with my Mudhoney assignment...

Just before that though, not only have I lost my computer address book - I've mislaid my handwritten backup too. So if you could send me a quick e-mail so I can rebuild the lost info, that would indeed be grand.

Aaaargh... the trip south, subsequent extended conned-puter problems and doing two 6am stints at the stalag this past weekend has kind of taken it's toll. Add the clocks going forward, a stinker of a cold and a red raw schnozzle into the mix and you've got a recipe for a right pisser.

Is it really just over a week since The Sonics? Seems like bloody forever ago...

I passed out in front of that Joe Strummer doc last night but will endeavour to watch the whole thing again. It has to be said though, it's pretty dull. When Boner from U2 comes on, you know it's time to go and pour a cup of something. I walked past him in East Berlin once you know.

Somebody told be that this was better than "The Filth and the Fury". That is, no pun intended - really - bollocks. It does indicate to me that my relative indifference toward The Clash has been completely vindicated. One thing that is evident is that Simenon spits/spat a lot and that is neither big nor clever. Clarty blighter.

Anyway, I have a couple of pressing tasks to undertake, then I have to attend to my facebook exit. I'm being encouraged to ditch the applications and stay on there but that's unlikely. The urge to make like my Razzia pals and bale is strong.

Louie Louie...

Roll up, roll up... it's the Fleshtones documentary trailer!

Better late than never innit?!

I'm busy and trying to get something done before Monk comes on... which reminds me, the electronic billboard whassname in Kings Cross Station last Monday was flashing a message - "Monks sign record deal". Alas it wasn't our Monks so I guess that means it isn't hop time after all.

So here's a very cool looking clip for a song of the recent Ben Weasel album to keep you amused...

Well, still here so that's something. Just working through trying to get back to where I was around last Wednesday. My address book seems to have taken a hike but we'll see. Anyways, lot of work in various forms this weekend. Plus the bloody clocks go forward (or furrit as they say around here). This time last week I was in the pub or thereabouts. No such gallavanting tonight though... If you find yourself in Paris tomorrow - Mans and Co. are in town...

Sometimes it feels like the world is just one great big website, “Under construction”. And there’s no place where that looms larger than “the London”. From the second you get into Kings Cross station, it becomes blatantly apparent that to get from A to B then you have to take a route via Z. Having said all that, it actually turned out that I had the smoothest schlep ever to Chiswick. 5 and a half hours from home to The George and Mildred. The capital was operating at something like 26 and a half days later, if not the full 28. The Easter retreat made it easier to navigate and only the tourist hotspots were anything like busy.

Word is that The Stems show was an unprecedented gas, good shout. But the trip out to Nigel Park wasn’t to be for the auld yin here.

And Good Friday turned out to be great. Everything went pretty much according to plan give or take. A George IV pie saw us off into town to hook up with the Malmo-mian division at The Ship. This pub played host to all the luminaries that played the sadly long-gone Marquee just along the road.

A pint with Per and Mats and then of around the corner to Berwick Street. Primarily to meet Brother Patrick and the Bainee family who were hooking up with Sean and Lynn there. It also provided an op to check out the ailing record store situation. It’s pretty bleak on that front but I think it’s pretty much the same everyplace. And besides, we were due in Kentish Town for what turned out to be something of a gathering of the clans.

The touts were out in force to capitalise on tonight’s hot ticket. These fuckers are the scum of there earth and the quicker something can be done about ‘em the better. No dampener of course because we all had tickets and The very Rev. Martin Percival even had one to sell but there didn’t seem to be a lot of actual prospective punters looking to buy. I hope the scalpers lost their shirts. Despite these rats being all over the streets, there was indeed that magic stuff in thon air.

Another ale in The Bull and Gate (hadn’t been in for years) where time seemed to have stood still. From there it was off to The Pineapple, to try and establish who the opening acts were and whether or not they’d be worth catching. The remainder of our crew were in there and by the end of play there was a small army on the go. Brother J was holding court in the conservatory (with the fag packet – sounds like something outta Cluedo, right?)

The social aspect of it all, and not the actual Guinness, was a little disorienting. It was great to discover that the great, grammy-nomnated Alex Palao who I hadn’t seen for well over 10 years was also “in the house”. It was a complete and utter pleasure to also discover that the esteemed Lutz Rauber of Soundflat was also in attendance. A General in this NBT army for forever, it was a gas to finally meet. What’s more, he brought glad tidings that Trich Boonaraaa had travelled from Germany with his crew. Of course, the B’s should really have been opening instead of what did but…

So I made a quick return to the B&G to inform the troops that, in my opinion, it’d be best to stay in the pub because The Sonics were gonna be on at 9.30pm. On the way back to the jaggy fruit, I walked straight into Ms Eichert. The gods were indeed smiling.

So finally getting into The Forum, familiar faces festooned the ruddy place. It was a meet and greet session all the way to the (almost) front Roslie hand side of the stage. The atmosphere and stench of wanton anticipation was palpable. This was perhaps the coolest audience I’ve ever been a part of. Particularly in the UK. I took my place beside General Rauber and the lights went out. The church-like, singalonasonically speaking waves of noise lapped over the crowd all the way to the back. You want to know what they played? Well, it was the same as Cavestomp far as I recall. I was having way too much of a whale of a time to be taking notes.

It’s not necessary to get into a forensic account here but I will say is that they turned the place into a giant frat house. I overheard some dunderheads mumping about the “Vegas-style” intros and some of the hard rock tendancies. For me it added to the social club-ness of the show. While I think the Brooklyn venue might have been more akin to the places they played back in the mists of the 60’s, this London venue was duly transported back to that proximity.

I see (and hear) plenty of allegedly delkiver the goods, that people wet their breeks over and I’m telling you straight. Almost none of them could match these old guys pound for pound.

If you want to remember how it was before there was anything like The Sonics then you can do that by visiting the catalogues of Norton and Big Beat. It seems incomprehensible that anybody reading this doesn’t have the entire catalogue but you never know.

By encore time I had worked myself forward a little more and ended up with just Trich Boonaraaa between me and the stage. That and punching the air to “he’s the git”, (to the “tune” of “The Witch” is a heady mix that was to be savoured. I imagine that if there was an odd look on my coupon, it was most possibly a grin.

The “programme” intimated that they’d play a song entitled “Boss Hog” but they didn’t. I wonder if it’s about the Jon Spencer combo or the guy off Dukes of Hazzard. Perhaps we’ll never know…

Dirty Water Sonics pics here....

Went to the meet and greet thing afterwards and got a couple of things signed for folks. It was a solid honour to shake hands with the guys who probably invented punk rock. Larry Parypa reckoned that the crowd was a little reserved. Then again, he may have been kidding.


Ran into my old mucker Rudi Fuzztone in the bar. It must have been nearly 18 years since the COF days. Of course, he’s done more than most to push the music of The Sonics over the decades since they called it quits. Along with The Cramps and The Nomads, these Pacific Northwest anthems have been delivered in an evangelistic whammy like an uppercut to the hooter. Lest we forget that Girl Trouble are from the same town, Tacoma.

There’s a new Fuzztones album in the pipeline, ready to drop fairly soon. Whether the world is ready or not.

Saturday saw a reconvening in the aforementioned Ship for another couple of snifters. Penny went home, per and mats headed for the airport and the ARP (Auld Rockers Posse) headed for 229 Great Portland street, albeit a tad later than anticipated. This meant that we missed The Branded and got there as Los Chicos were doing their thing. Most entertaining it is too and I’m not used to seeing something this good of a Saturday afternoon. Turns out it’s a warm-up for a show in Stoke Newington later that evening. No rest for the wicked and that’s what this combo is. Brother Tony Thewlis joined them for a rousing rattle through “Shake Some Action” and wir ain Steve Coleman could barely contain himself as they served up a slab of super rock in the form of “Living Legends”.

Sir David of Arnoff went back to Chiswick and the rest of us headed out to Wood Green. There a stonking evening was spent soakin’ up the hospitality of Yan and Steph. The soundtrack started with Steppenwolf and ended up with Bo Diddley via The Lolitas and Nancy Sinatra. Time took it’s toll and it was time to head back.

Sunday was much lower key. Mr Cruickshank was heading back north and after we dropped him at Kings Cross, Penny, David and I went to the celebrated Filthy McNasty’s. Very cool hostelry that I’d heard about but never crossed the threshold of. We decided that this would be an ideal spot for Mr Arnoff to have his punk rock photos displayed and hatch a plan to make that happen. Watch this portal for details.

From there we dropped in on T+V who entertained us with a couple of episodes of Greg The Bunny and some vintage Aussie glam. It was almost all over.

So the trip back was somewhat uneventful. There were a couple of things left undid but we didnae half pack in a veritable mess of action. It was all kind of humbling in a sense because this type of camaraderie is all too rare. The choice of alleged support on the Sunday show never happened so that was a blessing. Maybe it was one of those urban myths? Had it come to pass it would have been a great steaming bowl of wrong.

I’m sure the Sonics gave it everything though because that’s what they’re in the business of giving. They gave us a damn good wallop on Friday night, that’s fer damn sure.

Since then I’ve had all kinds of conned-puter scares. At one point the patients vital signs were in doubt altogether so I’m kind of relieved to have gotten this far. The grey matter is beginning to feedback. The festivities continued last night as Mr Stefan Conrad and his entourage hit Edinburgh. It is largely down to this guy that I discovered the joys of those Boonaraaa lassies.

So it was a pleasure and a privilege to spend time with you folks. I doubt it could ever happen again but I’ll keep my fingers crossed that it might.

Hopefully this stream of unconciousness makes some kinda sense... ?

Jeez, i'm hoping this means that some semblance of normality can be resumed. Just slowly trying to make sure things are in order. If it keeps up then I'll get to filing my Sonics report...

RIP - Richard Widmark

Susquehanna Industrial Tool & Die Co. says "draw, pardner!" at Otto's Shrunken Head this week -- meaning that our usual last-Thursday-of-the-month show will feature a free raffle drawing! Darn tootin'...
THURSDAY, MARCH 27th / OTTO'S SHRUNKEN HEAD TIKI BAR & LOUNGE /
538 East 14th Street (just west of Avenue B) in Manhattan / Two big shows, from 8:00 sharp until 10:00 / No cover charge -- and featuring a FREE RAFFLE of SEMI-FABULOUS PRIZES conducted by the mysteriously alluring RAFFLE GIRL!
Yours on the range-
Michael, Susquehanna Industrial Tool & Die Co. "Ballads, Boogies & Blues"

RIP - Arthur C. Clarke

Ok so I have to dismantle this thing and take it to the PC doctor now.

Have a hopped-up Easter weekend whatever the heck you're getting up to.

I'll be back after a fairly long commercial break...

A message from PJ for you prospective Stems attendees...

"For reasons too boring to relate, this Thursday's Dirty Water Club will be happening in reverse order, commencing at 8.30pm with Khalid and PJ spinning tunes in the Boston pub.
We shall move on to the Music Room at 11pm to see The Stems, who shall be followed by Muck & the Mires and Los Cretinos.

Apologies if inconvient or, possibly, confusing but circumstances beyond our control compel us to do it this way.

The beer is cheap and the music good, so see you there! http://www.dirtywaterclub.com".

I think that pretty much counts me out but I'll be darned if that ain't showbiz.

If I'm about bright and early tomorrow am then there might be one last epistle prior to this here computer getting a wee service. Then again...

Need to sort out a bunch of stuff in lieu of this portal to the interweb going off the air for a few days. From Wednesday (19th) until the following Tuesday or Wednesday there will be no posts from me on here. Maybe Steve or Jeroen will provide some reportage but I know they're busy too so don't count on it. I'll be checking e-mail now and again but basically will be outta commish. Lot of prep to do for the Sonics schlep also and I hope to run into some of you folks there?

A full report will be forthcoming on yonder flipside...

The Day Care Centre –
A Jumpin’ Jackpot of Melody (Czecher Records)

This double vinyl extravaganza should appeal to those who have been following the Wooden Shjips since they left port. The DCC specialise in extended Velvet-ine workouts with some Neu/Barret era Floyd groove to help it along. Ranging from the almost serene to a downright squall, these jams are pretty damn fluid. I know that Chris reviewed it over at BTC some time ago and there’s little I can add to his findings. You just stick it on and let it work, providing a soundtrack to whatever it is that requires to be done. Far as I know this is only available on vinyl although you can test run some tracks on myspace.

It’s the commentary on Side 4’s closer that adds a disturbed element to the piece. A brass band sample ushers us out. Part military, part N.O. funeral band segues into the musical box finale and cut. Pretty peculiar considering the remainder of the album. And that’s what it is. You can’t shuffleplay this kids.

The disc only road in the gatefold is a commendable one. The format is all part of the experience. Like it was before music was doomed to be consigned to iPods and PC/Mac speakers. This would sound just as sweet on a one speaker dansette, maybe even more so. Transporting the listener back to a time when it felt as though everything was simpler and that anything was possible. It’s out of synch with the realities of petrol being £1.07 a litre and counting. Yours truly is down with anything that dulls the pain of that.

Pascal – Galgberget (Novoton)

So take the undulating skewed blues nature of The Cramps and add some Marco Pirroni-style Morriconeisms. Stir in a hint of Bob Hund and Television via Sigur Ros and Stereo Total and you’re beginning to get a beat on where Pascal are at.

“Cadillac” is like The Move’s “Do Ya” with a transfusion of the Mary Chain. The only thing standing between this combo and total world domination is the fact that it’s sung in Swedish. To be honest, I’m not sure that matters. While the world and it’s granny is caught up in the desperation of SxSW, the Novoton imprint is harbouring two likely contenders for having critics wet themselves.

You folks will love, love, love this album. I’ve never been more sure of anything in recent weeks. If they can deliver this live, then we’re all in big trouble. Clocking in at just under 33 minutes, “Galgbergat” is a monster and it comes in a beautiful embossed gold foiled package too. Exquisite.

Paper – An Object (Novoton)

Another serious feather in the cap of this new to me label is this trio. On the face of it, the name is unassuming and I’m not familiar with any of the other bands that these guys are involved with. The packaging is kinda like a 70’s prog vinyl gatefold deal lulling the listener into a false sense of security no doubt. Closer scrutiny indicates the involvement of the ubiquitous Konie and that puts an altogether different complexion on things. Paper as it turns out are something of a La Dusseldorf/Neu throb with shards of Joy Division or even Mogwai. The bumf mentioned Wire but this is way less contrived than that. It’s organic to the point of being hypnotic. And the sound is very full blooded to the point of relentless, like Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark spiked with something Franz Ferdinand couldn’t ever conceive of. “Strider” is an instrumental which pits a Martin Rev-like jolt against some solid repeato-riffage.

“To Her” reminds me of New Math while “Aphid” gives some idea of the kind of welly Wilko Johnson might have brought to the post punk table. “Our So Long” kicks off positively Mike Oldfield-esque and melts into a more Being Boiled era Human League synth pattern.

Über-eclectic and recalling an era that is definitely in some sort of vogue, Paper are recycling an unassuming monolith that rubbish like Foals with their acres of press will never even get near.

The Things – Tiger EP (Psycho Sound)

If you recall, last time we caught up with these Dublin kids there was a pretty high Cramped factor going on. I’m pleased to report that they’re really beginning to develop and fill out. This one is conjuring up aspects of Pere Ubu and The Jet Black Berries to arrive at a more keyboard driven deconstruction of the rock form. The vocals are definitely bound for Crocus Behemoth-era David Thomas. I wonder if they’re familiar with Rocket From The Tombs? Anyway, grab the limited edition 7” while you can because that’s the way to experience their fumes for sure.

I guess the tracks are up at myspace so you can drop by there for a swatch if you’re so inclined.

That's one thing about this interweb, it can provide instantaneous sonic gratification. You can consider my ramblings with what you hear yourselves. What a wonderful, er, world...

So yeah, if I had the wherewithal, I’d be headed for the GFT in Glasgow tonight where the Monorail Film Club is running “Harold and Maude”. It’s the choice of Norman and Krista Blake and if you’ve never seen it – and you’re in the ‘hood – then there’s no better way to while away a Sunday evening. Other stuff… the Al Kooper show in Glasgow scheduled for April is cancelled. However over the weeks and months, Messer Chups are bound for Madame JoJo’s in London in May.

Glasgow will be visited by Matt and Kim in May and BÖC in June. Actual dates nearer the time. My dalliance with facebook will come to an end on March 31st, the time-wasting has to cease. It’s not a hard habit and breaking it should be easy, like the first of some twelve step program to be surgically removed from cyberspace.

Very excited about the new SYLQ which will be dropping (that’s record industry lingo for “being released”) very soon. All and any info on that will be conveyed on that in due course also. Meanwhile, here’s the first photo of the new line up…

Full details here...

UK participation details will be along shortly. Meanwhile, check it out...

Kjell found this Clem Burke report card for his second show of his short-lived Ramone status.

That should keep you amused for a wee while at least...

If that link below took you to a place that you'd rather not have been transported to then apologies. Just click on the forward arrow and let Gale and Dale do the rest... (found courtesy of the Bomp List Refugees mailout)

Celebrate 22 years of Beat Poetry with the band at Sloan's in Glasgow this coming Saturday night.

Free entry, muchas rock'n'roll of the instro variety.

Which is more than can be said for this.

Thanks Professor H, you put me off my breakfast...

A pretty decent alternative to The Sonics if y'all ain't making the trek from Scotchland here...

"the world famous Shock And Awe are playing with the Dangerfields (from Belfast) and Richard Bacchus (from NYC) - should be a great gig - Friday the 21st of March, not this Friday but next, only a fiver - on sale in advance available at the bar,

there's only 70 tickets in total so it may well sell out"

There's an understatement so if you want to reserve tickets then send a message via http://www.myspace.com/shockandawemusic and Murray will sort you out.

There are also shows at Stereo in Glasgow, Aberdeen and Dundee...

all info here - http://www.myspace.com/richardbacchus

Today has been something of a bust. Burning a days vacation for a car service and a couple of other things sticks in my already crowded craw but these things happen. I did manage to start work on my liner note for the upcoming Munster El Vez dvd release but that's about it.

The pressure is building so I'm gonna switch this thing off now. There's nothing earth-shattering to report anyhow but if you're in the weather-beaten south I hope you're faring OK and the veritable roof is still secure. A little over a week until The Sonics and counting...

Amazin' Dutch "Indo Rock" from 1960...

Appearing at the Sheffield Sensoria event on April 12th...

The great David Alvin Esq. in 1982 sporting his LOTC "glow in the dark" number...

Berlin in Edinburgh... (That's your Uncle Lou, not the "Take Your Breath away" mob)

RIP - Norman "Hurricane" Smith

A short film about Attic Lights (Directed by Francis Macdonald)

Two entertaining interviews for a foreboding Friday morning...

Jeremy Gluck

Wreckless Eric (Thanks J)

Coming June 10th on the 00:02:59 imprint from Scott "Top Ten" Kempner.

Some info here. Some Del-Lords reissue details too.

Another day closer to oblivion... if you find yourself in NY tonight then cut along to Banjo Jim's and check out this Carter Family tribute. Nothing much going on here on this end. I think I've just about convinced myself into "downsizing". We'll see. I'm also a little closer to icing my farcebook thing. To try and reclaim a small corner of my life back, such as it is. Of course, things could be humungously worse... there is The Sonics shindig close to the immediate horizon though so that should provide some sensory gratification if nowt else. And Brother Patrick tells me that Mary Weiss is headed for Europe. More when I scare up all the tour dates.

Billie The Vision and the Dancers

I Was So Unpopular In School and Now They’re Giving Me This Beatuiful Bicycle
The World according To Pablo
Where The Ocean Meets My Hand
(all Love Will Pay The Bills)

Well I’ve been playing these constantly since I saw the band a few weeks ago. That title on the first one may well be a typo but that’s what it sez on the sleeve. But anyway, these three albums feel like 3 seasons of an ongoing drama. Maybe something on HBO with all the thrills and spills and heartache such a thing would be peppered with. There are themes and characters popping up all over the three albums. It’s unusual to say the least and some of this deals with adult subjects which you don’t often hear in such a hip, bossa nova setting. Some of the stuff reminds me of the time I saw The Wannadies in Berlin during BID1990.

BTV have concocted some kind of twisted wild, not entirely innocent shuffle on a Malmo boardwalk. Is there such a thing? I don’t recall seeing one but whatever inspired this, I’m glad it did. The narrative nature of the songs is telling the story of Pablo, a cross dresser who gets into all kinds of scrapes because of “his” lifestyle. All set in this amazing folk pop tapestry. As I make my way through the various episodes, I discover that the exquisite “Overdosing With You” on Series 3 recalls the intrinsic theme of “I’m Pablo” from Season 2.

Maybe some enterprising Scandanavian film director could piece together this thing and make the Billie guys and girls into full-fledged stars, because that’s what they deserve to be. After seeing them play, there’s so much more to get. They’re almost outrageous in some sort of way but not because the singer dresses up in women’s clothes. More because the flavours they dare to put together probably shouldn’t be so addictive. So anyway, they’re looking for a label or distribution here in the UK so do you know of any such thing that’s looking for a genuine phenomenon? Let me know and I’ll put you in touch.

Meanwhile, in lieu of the world catching up, order their albums direct. If you’re not sure then check them out at their myspace where you can hear their heartbreaking ode to Andy Sipowicz. If that doesn’t move you then nothing will. Their striking visual presence is one thing but it’s matched by their interplay. These people are having a ball and they want you to join in. Please consider doing so. The rewards will be far greater than those to be gleaned by hitching a ride to the likes of them Arctic Fires or Arcade Monkeys. If you saw The Brits recently then you just know that the entire business is due a considerable dose of salts.