There was an intricate network of thousands of radicalized, trippy bands spread across the globe like an acid-drenched spider web in the ’60s and early ’70s, but none went as far out as Japan’s reclusive noise rock/terrorist organization Les Rallizes… Continue Reading →
2018 is a proving to be a stellar year for female artists and musicians. I am particularly moved by two of the innovative ladies with stellar records out this year, one whom is an Australian you may know well and… Continue Reading →
You’ve heard the song at least 102,697 times. It’s been blasting from the FM Classic Rock stations at every jobsite you’ve ever walked past. A limp acoustic version haunted your MTV childhood. It’s lush piano outro soundtracked several of the… Continue Reading →
“I’m Rick James, bitch. And I was once in a band with Neil Young.” Nobody could blame you if you’ve never heard of the Mynah Birds. Over four scattershot years in the mid-’60s this obscure Toronto garage tribe managed only… Continue Reading →
A bit of a paradox here… Despite the title, not necessarily a “live” album, with half the tracks recorded directly in the Columbia studio, and the remaining tunes being spliced together from different performances, recorded December 1970 at DC’s The… Continue Reading →
Sly Stone may have been this funky, but he was never this heavy. Bass and drums… Tight! Hard! Guitar and percussion… laying down a heavy groove, just right above. Yamaha organ… Ok, most that is just plain weird. Sax… mother… Continue Reading →
Is it the appropriation and re-appropriation of black and white culture, back and forth, until we’re given something uniquely colorblind?