Alice on the air.

Crappy radio network DMG is syndicating Alice Cooper every weeknight from 10.00 til midnight, on their Vega stations in Melbourne & Sydney. Worth a listen if you are up that late with nothing to do- he's a very funny guy. But then you knew that already.

All Tomorrow's Haircuts

Pinched this from Lindsay Hutton's always excellent Next Big Thing blog. It's US indie popsters Angel Corpus Christi paying homage to gnarly old Lou Reed's ever-changing hairstyle. Lou must have the second-most discussed follicle action in New York City - Donald Trump aside - and the song vaguely resonates with righteous Velvets drone. Lou's mullet circa "Magic & Loss" still draws a snigger around these parts.

Sunnyboys get a virtual home, at last

It's been a while but the Sunnyboys finally have a virtual home to call their own - or at least Jeremy Oxley can, as I believe it's principally the doing of he and a neighbour. There are some new compositions - classical in nature, Jeremy's ditched rock and roll, it seems - and some other content. Thanks to expat Aussie in Sweden, Darren Mevissen, for the tip.

Of course, when I label this their "official" webspace that doesn't mean to snub the formidable Kids in Dust myspace corner, itself a pretty comprehensive work. Plenty of fan club detritus to look at, but the Youtube clips embedded curiously look to have gone belly-up and migrated to the other site. Here's one that wasn't claimed - it's ex-Sunnyboys bass player Peter Oxley demonstrating how he makes pizzas at his wood-fired restaurant in Newtown, Wedgetail.
The Sunnyboys were arguably the best power-pop band to come out of Australia in the last 25 years. Pity we won't see them again, 'cos a reformation seems highly unlikely.

Hating the Beatles

I know the Mops Tops have their fans but I was over them by 2nd grade. The Stones always rocked my boat more, and the same goes for the the Monkees, who had their own TV show, what's more. In my defence, I was six-years-old.

Obviously these guys have a more extreme take on all things Beatle. If imitation is the highest form of flattery, you know the rest. Their website includes a link to BitTorrent a copy but I couldn't find any seeds. Guess I'll have to make do with an ebay copy to hear "Day Reaper", "Bomb Together" and "You've Got to Hide Your Hate Away", Kthough $US24 plus postage seems pretty hefty.

Allegations that it's all a plot by Paul McCartney's estranged wife Heather Mills don't have a leg to stand on.

The high life.

It's not all fun doing this, you know. Try this for a slice of life.
Got pissy drunk at a few bars last night, woke up at 5.00am on a hard iron bench in a train station waiting room- an early outbound freight was pulling 80 or so empty boxcars past, man it was loud.
I rolled over and noticed a pigeon picking bits of rice & stuff out of a puddle of vomit- oh yeah that was mine, it was on my shirt too. Shifted a bit to ease my sore back, then went back to sleep.
Got woken again just before 6.00, some prick who was opening up the ticket booth. "You can't sleep here", he said. "Well, it wasn't easy, but yes, I can, actually." I replied. Motherfucker called the cops...they told me to move on, even though I tried and tried to explain I'd missed my lift home, and was waiting for a train.
Went over the road & found a laundrette that was open, threw my shirt & tshirt in a quick wash and went back to sleep. The Vietnamese woman who runs the joint came in around 11.00, woke me up (yeah, that makes it three times in one morning) and would only let me use the drier for like 10 minutes. Shirt still damp, but put it on anyway.
I left, went looking for a beer and something to eat. Realised I had lost my mobile phone- no, wait, I lent it to someone last night. Hopped a tram & went to get it back, banged on the door too hard and had a big shouting match. End result- phone thrown, hit me & split my eyebrow. Fuck. Ouch. And now it doesn't work properly.
Took some of my rent money out of the ATM, went to a pub for lunch. Had a beer & a burger, stuck $10.00 in a poker machine, won $20.00, had more beers. Took more rent money out, had more beers. Went home.
Puked in the shower, went to sleep.

Oh yes.

Gaffstock 07

I love the idGAFF Bar, in Collingwood. It's one of the few places that can drag me across the river these days. Jo Jo & Chelle know how to look after their punters.
During March, they have Joel Silbersher (HOSS, God, Dark Horses, Tendrils) playing solo every Saturday for a very reasonable $5.00. And at the end of the month, they are putting on a three dayer called Gaffstock. Check out the line up announced so far:

All looks good to me.

Hydromatics armed with a Rifle

Exciting news hinted at here a few weeks ago: Celibate Rifles guitarist Kent Steedman has signed on as part of a re-vamped Hydromatics line-up.

Don't know the Hydromatics? Shame. They're the trans-Atlantic band headed by Scott Morgan (Powertrane, Scots Pirates, The Rationals, Sonic's Rendezvous Band) and Dutch raconteur Tony Slug (The Nitwitz, BGK, Loveslug.) If you wanna hear a tune, go herefor "Dangerous".

On the kit is Ries Doms. Another Dutchman, Theo Brouwer, is the long-serving man on bass. Kent's addition makes the latest Hydros a fearsome three-headed guitar monster. And of course, vocalists don't get any better than Scott.

Their studio albums "Parts Unknown" and "Powerglide" are perfect examples of devastatingly hard, but soulful, rock and roll. They also gave the first proper studio treatment to some of the great songs of Sonic's Rendezvous Band. A live vinyl EP was thought to be their swansong.

The band will rehearse and write in Amsterdam for a week before recording in Cologne after that with things expected to be wrapped up by the end of March. A European tour will happen after that. If only someone could talk them into coming to Australia...

My mail is that the Rifles will be active again, mid-year, doing some Australian dates with a re-constituted Cosmic Psychos line-up. No word on the replacement for Robbie Watts (R.I.P.) but it's good to see the Psychos continue.

And in Radio Birdman news just to hand...

The MC5's Dennis Thompson has pulled out of the band's North American tour, due to family reasons, and none other than Russell Hopkinson is back to do the job he did so well over the last two years.

Not much more need be said...

...even if the Gay-Lick Club is a Tooheys venue.

Don't buy CDs? I thought that's what people are already doing.

Campaigns to boycott various countries, suppliers and industries are weird things, usually more symbolic than effective and often having unintended side effects. Take this one by a lobby group calling itself Don't Buy CDs. I share their hatred of copy protected discs, not so much because they make some duplication impossible but because they often end up with a one-second gap in the first track on various CD players. My Mac still rips most of the ones I've tried anyway.

There are other broader issues here, mostly to do with who's grinding the organ (record companies) and who's the monkey (artists) and why is it earning peanuts? My humble opinion is that MP3s sound like shit and their downloading and trading commodifies and cheapens the value of music. Live, lossless peer-to-peer file-sharing is another matter as it's mostly fans picking up warts and all gig recordings.

The bottom line here is that if no-one buys CDs, what company's going to invest money in emerging bands? This isn't rocket science.

Enjoy the Don't Buy CDs cartoon (below) from the folks at dontbuycds.org, even if I think they've ripped off Fred Negro.

A tough call.

Take a deep breath. There is a tough call to make for Friday night.
On the one hand, a reformed X are playing with the Killer Birds and Cold Harbour at the Greyhound. On the other, the SXSW-bound Beasts of Bourbon with the Double Agents and Legends of Motorsport at the Corner. Both headliners are legends, all the supports acts are good.
The Double Agents (who launch their new album in a couple of weeks) are on at 9.00, the Killer Birds (who are almost done mixing their new EP before a long run of shows) also kick off at 9.00. On the other side of the river. There is no way to do both. And this is without worrying about what else might be going on at the Tote, the Espy, the Prince, or anywhere else.
Whatcha gonna do, punk?

Who are you calling useless?

I bumped into this on a website where it was listed as a useless item. It's called the Little Wizzer and it's based on a famous statue in Europe.

(If you're a bit slow on the uptake, it is, of course a liquor decanter.)

I'm here to tell you I used to own one of these in my single days, living in share houses with people who not so much resembled the cast from TV's The Young Ones, as acted as a template for them.

This little bugger worked fine and we never had a problem getting on the piss with him.

Death of a pub

Well, the planning application notices are now in for the Greyhound- they are going to mess around with the downstairs bar & bandroom, and install a sauna on the first floor. That will be a neat trick if they can manage it, the building is about a hundred years old- even a large bathtub would fall through the floor once it was full of water, let alone when a few blokes pile in too. Another sex-on-site place, just what the neighbourhood needs. You can object online via that link if you feel moved to do so.
I'll post the full line up for the final Hound shows soon. Interesting to see that the Pint On Punt is already putting it's best foot forward to fill the void. You can drop in and see Fred Negro in his native habitat:


The garage/kebab joint across the street from the Hound is being demolished already, and I forgot to buy a last dim sim for old times sake. Damn.

Mark and Chase: Eclectic excursions into musical back pages

Remiss of me not to pen a review for the Mark Sisto's Detroit Actual gig at the Excelsior Hotel in Surry Hills a couple of months ago, I know. But other factors got in the way. So treat this, not so much as a review of that show, but a preview of what's coming up when the Marquis and Friends returns to the same venue on Thursday, March 16. Except predicting what they might do next is fraught with danger.
Mark, who you may know as Radio Birdman's Minister for Defence and back-up singer or vocalist for the post-Birdman band the Visitors, has been fronting a band called Vindicator Electro. Only, when they play laid-back stuff, they're Vindicator Smooth. Members include Radio Birdman's Chris "Klondike" Masuak (on drums but back on guitar), Ged Corben (Lime Spiders), Steve Lucas (X) and Jon Schofield (Paul Kelly, Hell to Pay and dozens of others), but it's more a floating collective than a permanent line-up.

Last outing, the gig started with a set by KLINK - not the Colonel from Hogan's heroes but principally Madeleine Chase, of '80s Sydney band The Skolars - and friends, who had dual membership of Detroit Actual. This was the "nightclub trip" - Madeleine and Mark dueting at times, on cruisy, loungey stuff. Chase plays Julie London, Sisto is cast as Scott Walker. No Corben, Schofield or Lucas on board this time, but Jack Stewart Shanley was adeptly cool on sax and a session guy Calvin Welch (an actual Michigan native who's played with Earth, Wind & Fire and Jackie Orszaczky, among others) sat in on drums and - stunned us with his mastery of the traps. Props to the consumate bass skills of Andy Newman (ME-262), the constant in these fluid line-ups.

Next came a KLINK set of the rockier stuff - "Detroit Actual" - with some country and blues excursions. Not so much actual Detroit songs (although "Get Ready" obviously hails from Motown) but a diverse selection, something like Detroiters would have grown up listening to on the radio in the '60s. Cue surprise guests with Birdmen Deniz Tek and Pip Hoyle joining bandmate Klondike.
We gratefully cop the Tek-penned "Pushing the Broom" (replete with ringing Masuak country licks), Visitors tunes "Brother John" and "Sad TV" (the former with a fucked up tempo - but whadya expect when it was played on a whim?), and a Tek solo vocal with dance moves on Guy Clark's "Desperadoes Waiting For A Train".

Take note: Deniz was seen playing a Strat.

Mark's own "Atoms Action" gets an airing with Chase harmonies. If anything, the set's a bit light on for the stuff he did with his '90s band Manifestations and those Vindicator songs of a more recent vintage, but this can change on the night.
All very eclectic, which is what a lot of Sydney rock and roll isn't. It drew well too, even though the show fell on the same night as the Big Day Out (which I suppose wasn't the same demographic.)

Anyway, you can listen to a couple of songs here and if you want to show up at the Excelsior on the 15th you ought to know that it's being billed as "Showdown at the Lazy K". And it will be supporting either Penny Ikinger Inc or French band Dimi Dero Inc (or maybe both) so be early. Plus Electra Jean (a French duo) will be opening up. I don't really know what Mark and Chase are going to do (Johnny Halliday, the French Elvis? Serge Gainsborough?) but it will be fun.

How To Be a Music Snob

It's difficult being a Music Snob. Admit it. You're one too if you're reading this.

I stumbled across an online opinion piece at a website called Love is Wonderful where a guy called Kevin Schlauch opines thus:

"They walk (or limp) among us like regular people, although they are anything but. They secretly meet at night to attend concerts of bands you've never heard of, or to listen to records (not CDs) that you never knew existed. Normally they can be spotted in record shops and campus radio booths and are easily recognized with their clothes that fit one size too tight, boney knees, and headphones that separate them from the rest of the world. They are music elitists, or snobs if you will, and their club is for members only. Although becoming one takes years worth of dateless nights, you can bullshit your way into their fraternity by following my simple rules."

You can find the whole piece here.

Tiger By The Tail's "Summertime at the Beach"

You may have read about this one on TJ Honeysuckle's Last Tram Home blog. I know summer ended in Australia a few days ago but I don't give a rat's arse and neither do Tiger By The Tail, I guess. They're Dave Thomas from Bored!'s "other band" and if you're wondering about the "cops on the beach theme" of the clip, it's all to do with some absurd riot in Sydney a year ago.

I've only been lucky enough to catch TBTT live once and they're pretty damn fine; a little less direct than Bored!, quite different from everyone else in a Dinosaur Jr sort of way. I haven't caught up with the new album ("Unitshifter") yet but there's a glowing review here.

Oh here's to my sweet Satan

Always wanted to check out those secret Satanic messages in popular recordings and were too afraid you'd fuck up your Eagles and Led Zep vinyl by playing them backwards? Here's confirmation that everything those wacky American religious fundamentalists warned us about in the '70s and '80s was true...

Nope.

Nothing else has struck me.
Although someone is giving out free tickets to the Bettie Page movie as I write this,
they aren't for this weekend.

This weekend.

Show of the week has gotta be the BellRays at the Spanish Club. I can't find confirmation of all the supports, but the Pink Fits are in there somewhere (as well as doing their own thing at the Espy on Saturday).
What else...ummm...a trip down the peninsula for me, but that won't interest anyone...nope...looks like it's the BellRays or nothing, I'm afraid. Oh, and maybe a game of pool. If I find anything else of interest I'll be sure to let you know, OK?
NEXT week is gonna be a killer, though.

New Stooges album

A more in-depth I-94 Bar review is here. A few listens down the track and nothing's changing.