VINYL MONDAY
Patti Smith - Horses
Patti Smith - Horses
BY; Dan Flynn, Owner
A punk, a poet, a literary student of the highest caliber…and an unintended, but undeniable,
ICON. Imagine assuming that territory with your debut album. In 1975 Patti Smith released the landmark album “Horses”, and to this very day we continue to honor, examine and heave our praise upon its shoulders. To mark 50 years of “Horses” we’ve been blessed with a brand new vinyl reissue which finds the main album remastered from the original source tapes + a second LP consisting of outtakes and unreleased tracks, and perhaps most exciting, excerpts from Patti’s original 1975 audition tape for RCA Records.
A refugee from South Jersey, Patti found herself ensconced in the bohemian community of art, writing and music that was Greenwich Village of the late 1960’s. She was captivated and inspired by the words of the great poets, novelists and beat writers such as Arthur Rimbaud, William Blake, L. Frank Baum, William S. Burroughs and Bob Dylan, and she set out to put her own thoughts to paper just as they had. As the 1970’s crept in, her contemporaries in lower Manhattan began to envision the words she’d been penning coupled with the sounds of the newly burgeoning music scene they were creating, a soundtrack emanating from within the art world whose ethos was shifting beyond that of the Warhol Factory and the Velvet Underground that had preceded them. A band of wildly proficient players, led by none other than Lenny Kaye, were inspired to make sounds, both beautifully harmonious and cacophonously dissonant, as the foundation for Patti’s words. Jay Dee Daugherty, Richard Sohl and Ivan Kral rounded out the band and elevated “Horses” to a place that no other formation of musicians possibly could have.
Patti and her band were (rightfully) glommed in with others who were similarly blazing new sonic paths downtown. Talking Heads, Ramones, Television, Richard Hell, Blondie. None of these bands sounded like the next, but what they did share was a desire to break the mold and to play the music that was festering inside them, unbound by any rules or norms of the music industry.
“Horses” rose very much to the top of the list of the most significant records being released then, and continues to carry with it universal acclaim even 50 years later. To be at once a hallmark of your time but somehow also timeless is a significant feat, but that’s “Horses”. It sounded then like nothing mere mortals had ever heard before and it still occupies that rarified atmosphere today.
Tonally, it’s difficult to classify “Horses”. Hymns, reggae, blues, funk…all the foundation for Patti’s spitfire words. Let’s not forget “punk”. Not in some glamorized or fabricated manner, but Patti and her band ARE punk. Punk in it’s truest sense, in spirit and in their unwillingness to play by any rules, a group guided only by an unflinching integrity and honesty and their desire to challenge listeners and live audiences.
When beauty gives way to desperation, and into aggression, then into avant spaces, and then into pure unadulterated rock n’ roll, that’s “Horses”, but honestly that’s just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Whether you’ve never heard a lick of this music or you’ve been celebrating it for half a century, this new anniversary edition of “Horses” is not to be missed. Discovery of a landmark, or re-acquaintance with a dear friend, it’s here for all of us.
Mother Love Bone
Mother Love Bone
BY; Dan Flynn, Owner
As the 1980’s began to fade and give way to the early 90’s, “popular” music was approaching a bit of a crossroads, although many listeners and even artists were yet unaware how pointed that
fork would be. There is seldom a complete shortage of truly inspired things happening in rock n’ roll (if you know where to look), but at this time particularly, some sounds were becoming a bit rote. While hindsight provides a much clearer perspective and it now seems obvious that something would have to give, with the mold begging to be broken, the majority of radio listeners and MTV viewers had no idea what was coming. Except perhaps for those rock music fans in the Pacific Northwest of the U.S. There was a band that was positioning to up the ante and shake the foundation of rock music…but it’s likely NOT the band from the top left corner of the country you’re thinking of. In a very short amount of time Nirvana would in fact come through millions of speakers and thoroughly disrupt what music lovers were listening to, purchasing and whose posters would hang on their walls. There was another before that though, for whom those in the bubble that was the Washington independent music scene knew were poised for global domination.
Mother Love Bone spawned from the ashes of Seattle’s beloved Green River, who dissolved in late 1987 and in its wake birthed both Mudhoney and Mother Love Bone. The later initiated by Green River’s Stone Gossard and Jeff Ament. Taken with charismatic local front man Andrew Wood, they had found their new singer, and after recruiting fellow Green River refugee Bruce Fairweather, Mother Love Bone was born and quickly garnered a dedicated and voracious local following in Seattle.
Mother Love Bone’s sound bore quite a bit of the dark grit and chill that would later come to be associated with the “Seattle sound”, but it was equally footed in influences from glam rock and even the sounds of a different geographical grit, the guttural sleaze coming from Los Angeles’ Sunset Strip. This amalgamation was creating something quite unheard before. The band’s forward trajectory and musical domination seemed inevitable, presenting a sound reflective of it’s influences and geography but one that was also evolved into something quite their own. In 1989 they released their debut EP “Shine” and almost immediately thereafter the band reconvened in the studio to begin working on their first full-length album, “Apple”. Sadly, the light that seemed destined to shine so bright was suddenly dimmed with the sudden passing of Andrew Wood in 1990, only weeks before the release of “Apple”. Just like that, the promise, the predictions, the music, it all came to a tragic grinding halt. The project Temple Of The Dog was created in Andrew’s honor and its lone album was released as a tribute and a conveyance of mourning from his bandmates and closest friends. In the following years, outside of Washington state especially, Mother Love Bone was sadly often referred to as a bit of a footnote or a single point on a timeline in the shadow of Jeff Ament and Stone Gossard sticking together and forming a new band to work through their grief, a little band you may have heard of, Pearl Jam.
We, as the record playing and music appreciating faithful, are extremely fortunate because both “Shine” and “Apple” have just been reissued on newly remastered vinyl after being out of print and nearly impossible to find for a number of decades. These releases afford the opportunity to celebrate a wonderful musical project, separate from any shadows it may live in due to its story, timing or tragedy, whether you may be new to their music or haven’t sat down with it since we all had a few less grey hairs In the lyrics to the brilliant composition “Chloe Dance/Crown Of Thorns”, Andrew Wood prophesies that “…a dream like this must die”. It may be truer though to rest with the fact that if we continue to cherish and share this music and prevent it from being lost to time, then the dream can in fact live on, for generations.
Miltown: tales of never letting go
Miltown: tales of never letting go
BY; Dan Flynn, Owner
Some things are most certainly better left in the past, but what about those musical exceptions
that never deserved to be left behind and risk being lost forever, perhaps due to ill-fated
circumstances or unfortunate timing? True treasures that are collecting dust in a vault rather
than living in the world and existing as a gem on your record shelf. A rumored artifact locked
away and falling on no ears. There are many examples and the most frustrating part is the
never knowing. Sometimes we need someone to champion such a languishing article’s true
worth and to advocate for its existence.
28 years after the original recording sessions began, and were unceremoniously shelved, Man
Alive Records has brought Miltown’s “Tales Of Never Letting Go” into the world. The band
featured Brian McTernan (Be Well, Battery, Ashes), Jonah Jenkins (Only Living Witness) Jay
Cannava and Rob Dulaney and they began working on their intended full-length album in
December of 1997 but ultimately split, going their separate ways before the recordings were
even properly mixed, and thus the project was seemingly over before it began and left in the
rearview. In the majority of cases that’s where the story ends. Time moves on, the band
members take on new projects and roles, and the audience has no idea what it never heard.
However, in that rarest of instances, there is an ear and a heart, not to mention a determination,
that decides that the world does in fact need this to exist and puts their proverbial money where
their mouth is to resuscitate something that they know deserves to have the dust kicked off and
to see the light. Tom B. At Man Alive knew this to be the case with these unreleased tracks
from Miltown.
“Tales Of Never Letting Go” is a powerful collection of songs and certainly a peer of the heavy
“alternative” music that was being released in the second half of the 90’s, but there is something
particularly elevated about this collection. The playing is masterful and the lyrical content is as
heavy as the music itself. These are songs that assure you that you’re not alone in how you
feel. Mournful, contemplative and with traces of hope and a desire for things to turn out right in
the end. Perhaps that’s the true irony here, that is HAS come out right in the end. On some
level “Tales Of Never Letting Go” needed to take 3 decades to arrive, it needed someone to
dream it up, to come at it from an alternate angle and push it over the finish line, and we, the
audience, needed to be ready for it.
Achingly beautiful tracks like “Lost Sleep For Weeks”, “Art Thief”, “America Through A
Windshield” and “Twin Olympic Pools” (to name but a few from an absolutely stacked album)
will assuredly be listed amongst the best songs you’ve heard in a very long time…and to think
that they almost went completely unheard. This is heavy music, there is no question about that,
but the melodies and heart-on-sleeve energy makes this record extremely accessible to fans of
all types of music and not just those who like it loud. Fear not though, it does play extremely
well if you do in fact like it loud!
A melodic hardcore album, pummeling but wildly tuneful and with lyrics that are going to make
you feel a thing or ten. Music that elicits a physical and emotional response, I’m not sure that it
really gets any better than that. To think, these songs and perhaps even the story of Miltown
itself were nearly lost to time. You needn’t delay another moment though, the ship has been
righted and “Tales Of Never Letting Go” can now find its rightful place in your record collection.
There are some things that are NOT better left in the past.
Wetleg: Moisturizer
Wetleg: Moisturizer
BY; Dan Flynn, Owner
The “sophomore slump” is a bit of a misnomer that’s never really landed well with me,
specifically as it relates to music. The fabled second album, more often than not, actually reflects a unique cohesion and the sounds of bandmates that have now been afforded some time to play together live and sharpen their ability to write and just generally create with one another. I mean, Paul’s Boutique, Crooked Rain, Crooked, Rain, Paranoid, Nevermind, Fun House, Axis: Bold As Love…these are hardly failed attempts at a debut follow-up. In this spirit, you needn’t claw back several decades to find another prime example. Moisturizer, the brand new release from Wet Leg, is a brilliant outing and the perfect example of a record that builds beautifully upon the things you loved about the previous album, while taking the sonics and themes to the next level.
A thoughtful collision of smart and, at times, biting lyrics woven into undeniably catchy and well crafted tunes. Moisturizer is at once fun and tongue-in-cheek, while simultaneously challenging you to stop and truly listen to the lyrics which opine on life and love, all while never losing its spirit of poppy amusement and pleasure. Tuneful and melodic though should not be confused for simple, or in this case, for anything less than inspired. These are passionate, vulnerable and unflinching songs, with an edge as sharp as a switchblade wielded with a smile.
Moisturizer, for all the fun it is having, is certainly no joke and often shows an honest vulnerability that takes great strength to express so publicly. This record is fully aware of what it wants to say and let’s us in, just enough, but could just as easily leave us behind if we can’t keep up. All of these elements make for a great album and a seriously gratifying listen.
If you like the idea of a a collection of unapologetic pop songs, delivered with a sneer, I hope you’ll go out and grab a copy for yourself and take the ride!