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“Black Monk Time” kills, but the<br />
pleasing surprise was that the versions<br />
of the songs are actually significantly<br />
different than the originally<br />
released versions, ‘cause often when<br />
you actually hear the “demos that<br />
were supposedly better than the<br />
album,” they just sound like lowerfi,<br />
unfinished weaker versions. Not<br />
the case here: this album actually<br />
presents an earlier, alternate version<br />
of the Monks, effectively an unreleased<br />
first chapter to “Black Monk<br />
Time,” which tells their musical<br />
journey from the middle (the original<br />
BMT album) to the end (the<br />
compromised, half-Monkmusik/<br />
half-pop post-LP singles). Here you<br />
have the beginning in the Five<br />
Torquays’ pre-Monks single and the<br />
demos that comprise the bulk of the<br />
album, recorded (as most demos are)<br />
in an attempt to get a contract. I suppose<br />
the reunion live album which I<br />
have yet to purchase is the postscript,<br />
to stretch this tortured analogy<br />
to the limit. I’m pleased this disc<br />
won’t just be a collectors’ curiosity<br />
on the shelf for research and completism<br />
purposes, but is as likely to<br />
get stuck in the player as the “properly-released”<br />
album. And oh yeah,<br />
I paid for this album too, which<br />
proves I’m not just a spoiled music<br />
critic, right? No, it does nothing of<br />
the kind, and it’s patently obvious<br />
that musically I’m as spoiled as they<br />
come without actually making any<br />
money. Anyway, you should buy<br />
this album too. -Aaron J. Poehler<br />
(Omplatten)<br />
MY SO-CALLED BAND<br />
“The Punk Girl Next Door” CD<br />
My So-Called Band have come a<br />
long way, baby, since the nefariously<br />
negative review I belligerently<br />
bestowed upon them in the<br />
March/April 1998 <strong>issue</strong> of Flipside.<br />
Three years and a blazin’ bucketful<br />
of audial attitude has made all the<br />
difference in the world: the sound is<br />
thicker, chunkier, meaner, meatier,<br />
and more raucously combustive (oh<br />
what the hell, I’ll even delve into the<br />
record reviewer’s musty old bag of<br />
over-used cliches and go so far as to<br />
say that this amped-out effort is<br />
fuller, richer, and more cacophonously<br />
cohesive than their first!). It’s<br />
as if Cheap Trick were bein’ mercilessly<br />
trampled to death by the New<br />
York Dolls, Nirvana, The Toadies,<br />
and Saint Vitus or SWA (or one of<br />
them there other guitar-grinding<br />
bands from SST’s “Blasting<br />
Concept, Volume II” album), but<br />
with lighter, breathier vocalizations...<br />
yep, pure punky power-rock<br />
pummelings of pleasurable noisemakin’<br />
merriment! The guitar strafings<br />
are crunchy and frenetically<br />
cutting with a spine-snappin’ sense<br />
of unstoppable urgency; the bass<br />
furiously rumbles like a napalmladen<br />
supersonic jet whooshin’<br />
through the fiery skies of an impending<br />
apocalypse; the drums spastical-<br />
ly stomp along like a rugby match<br />
between two opposing teams of<br />
viciously enraged dinosaurs; the<br />
vocals are high-spirited, feverpitched,<br />
and jovially snotty. Man,<br />
I’m so gloriously damn glad that we<br />
receptively open-minded critics possess<br />
such tolerant all-encompassing<br />
ears that seem to never hold a<br />
grudge... otherwise, I might not have<br />
given My So-Called Band a second<br />
chance. This is too much of an aurally<br />
enticing jewel to routinely ignore,<br />
so I give it two thumbs up, a fullfledged<br />
erection shootin’ straight to<br />
the moon, and a rowdy round of<br />
roguish Rog recommendations! -<br />
Roger Moser, Jr. (Yesha)<br />
MZ. PAKMAN<br />
“Oh Shit” CD<br />
Minimalist rock’n’roll, sorta like a<br />
poor man’s Donnas. I got bored pretty<br />
quick. -Jimmy Alvarado<br />
(Slutfish)<br />
NATIONAL ACROBAT, A<br />
“Can’t Stop Casper Adams” CD EP<br />
More dissonant noise rock from<br />
these guys, who still sound like a<br />
death rock-less Mighty Sphincter.<br />
When you think it’s all over, they<br />
offer up a bonus track with all the<br />
previous songs played backwards.<br />
They ain’t fast, but they is pretty<br />
danged heavy. -Jimmy Alvarado<br />
(Status)<br />
NIBLICK HENBANE<br />
“Go Away” CD<br />
If I can say one thing about this CD,<br />
I’d definitely have to say that their<br />
cover of Blondie’s “Dreamin’” is<br />
cool. I wish more bands like these<br />
guys would sing more songs like<br />
that. It put a smile on my face. -Pete<br />
Hucklebuck (TKO)<br />
NICK CAVE<br />
AND THE BAD SEEDS<br />
“No More Shall We Part” CD<br />
I need to go buy some more Clairol<br />
black dye in the green box with the<br />
Asian lady on it because it’s the<br />
cheapest, and the color gives my<br />
face that great ashen look. I’m thinking<br />
maybe some blue streaks this<br />
time, red perhaps but I’ve done it so<br />
many times. Oh I know! Blue and<br />
red makes purple, then purple<br />
streaks it is! So, I scored this great<br />
velvet pant suit I’m going to sport at<br />
the Nick Cave show. He’s not playing<br />
with the Bad Seeds yet. He’s just<br />
trying out the new material. Yeah<br />
he’s coming to town and I’m sooo<br />
excited. We will be reunited again,<br />
me and my mister. Oh Nick, if only<br />
you would look into my eyes while<br />
standing in front of 12,000 glazed<br />
and passionate eyes. Then you will<br />
know that we were meant to be. Your<br />
songs speak only to me, in a deep<br />
secret place in my heart that no one<br />
will ever touch, especially that stupid<br />
MC5-loving guy who works at<br />
the record store who rolls his eyes<br />
every time I come in for my special<br />
shipment of your Australian import<br />
flexi-disc of a B-side not available in<br />
the States. I’m gonna wear a tie and<br />
smoke cigarettes and wear tons of<br />
black eyeliner just like him. Oh, I<br />
think I’ll run off into my room and<br />
write some more poetry while sipping<br />
some hot tea and feeling very<br />
glamorous about angst. Sigh! No<br />
mother, I won’t turn down the<br />
stereo! - Is this you or do you know<br />
someone like this? You need to get<br />
this person some help. I should<br />
know, I’m one of them. Why are<br />
people fanatical about Nick Cave?<br />
Well, I won’t go as far as saying he’s<br />
the greatest because he’s not, but he<br />
does possess what’s missing in most<br />
artists of his caliber; it’s that soul of<br />
the soulless quality which brings one<br />
to self validate deep depression as an<br />
overflowing artesian source of inspiration.<br />
He’s a haunting reminder that<br />
art school is never out of style for<br />
some people. Unfortunately<br />
“Deanna” has long passed. “Straight<br />
to You” is a memory of a love affair<br />
that once was. “The Mercy Seat” is<br />
now being occupied by a film school<br />
freshman trying to become the next<br />
Fasbinder, Wender or Jarmusch.<br />
Nobody goes “Where the Wild<br />
Roses Grow.” So Mr. Cave now sits<br />
quietly under an antique stained<br />
glass ceiling in front of a piano with<br />
a glowing cigarette pluming a ghostly<br />
veil in the middle the dark stage.<br />
He tries to sing with a voice that took<br />
him all these years to muster up.<br />
They are love songs for the love<br />
lorn, of course, but his maturity<br />
shines through. The lyrical content<br />
of “No More Shall We Part” has less<br />
of the absurd thrill kill death scenarios<br />
he’s so famous for painting and<br />
more reasonable woes like relationships.<br />
Mr. Cave finally grows into<br />
that suit and tie image and places<br />
himself and his music along the level<br />
of Leonard Cohen and Serge<br />
Gainsbourg. I’m coining a new<br />
music genre “Diet Death” or “Death<br />
Lite.” Enjoy. -Namella J. Kim<br />
NIKKI SUDDEN<br />
“The Last Bandit” 2X CD<br />
So Nikki’s finally gotten to the point<br />
in his career where a “best-of,” or<br />
more appropriately, “an introduction<br />
to”-type compilation is de rigeur, a<br />
necessity concentrating some peaks<br />
down into one convenient package<br />
for those too cheap and lazy to go<br />
out and buy every rare single and<br />
import CD they can find, like, well,<br />
me. I’ve always enjoyed whatever<br />
of Nikki’s work has floated my way,<br />
from the first time I heard his version<br />
of Neil Young’s “Captain Kennedy”<br />
on the Bridge tribute album (one of<br />
the only tribute albums that rewarded<br />
more than one listen), to his more<br />
recent album with the Jacobites<br />
that’s spent a good amount of time in<br />
the player - oh fine, I’ll get up and<br />
find out the title... it’s “God Save Us<br />
Poor Sinners.” Happy now? Bomp<br />
also sent along a comp of Nikki’s<br />
first band, Swell Maps, which I<br />
haven’t had time to really get into<br />
yet, to be honest, seeing as it’s not up<br />
the same Keith Richards meets Alex<br />
Chilton alley as Nikki’s solo work,<br />
but it sounded okay - intriguing<br />
indie-noise from the early eighties,<br />
which is always an area worthy of<br />
investigation for me. Regardless of<br />
the Swell Maps disc, Nikki’s “The<br />
Last Bandit” comp’s pretty damn<br />
solid until the end, where it sort of<br />
peters out a bit - I assume these<br />
tracks are included due to their rarity<br />
and not their overarching quality -<br />
but the bonus solo acoustic disc<br />
makes up for it with seven sparse but<br />
haunting cuts. But what the kids<br />
really want to know, Nikki... is<br />
where the hell did you find that<br />
priceless gold-lame (imagine a little<br />
accent mark over the “e”) suit you’re<br />
wearing on the cover? That’s picture’s<br />
fucking worth the cost of the<br />
album right there. I totally want that<br />
suit. -Aaron J. Poehler (Alive/Total<br />
Energy)<br />
NIKKI SUDDEN<br />
“The Last Bandit ” 2X CD<br />
Nikki Sudden is the unspoken top<br />
contender in an ear-comforting class<br />
of musical majesty that’s equal parts<br />
tavern rock’n’roll, ‘60s-style jukebox<br />
pop, mid-’80s jangle-rock, and<br />
rootsy rural downhome charm.<br />
Although his shimmering aural<br />
effervescence is incomparable in its<br />
sheer shining brilliance, his audial<br />
artistry can be rightfully compared<br />
to the American heartland exuberance<br />
of Tom Petty, the pained hollow-hearted<br />
honesty of “Walls and<br />
Bridges”-era John Lennon, and the<br />
frenzied Crazy Horse folksiness of<br />
Neil Young (if ol’ Neil were more of<br />
a brew-drenched Sunset Strip sceneshaker<br />
and less of a whiney tofumunchin’<br />
hippy). At times, a<br />
swirling maelstrom of guitar-saturated<br />
psychedelia frenetically lurches<br />
forth and inspires my senses to spin<br />
around and around and then loopityloop<br />
right back again. And I do<br />
declare, the upbeat urban vibe of<br />
“Countess” sounds uncannily like a<br />
long-lost outtake from The Rolling<br />
Stones’ “Some Girls” sessions (but<br />
then “Captain Kennedy” is the sonic<br />
siamese-twin equivalent of Paul<br />
McCartney’s “Let Me Roll It”, and<br />
“Behind The Lines” is raucously<br />
reminiscent of Marc Bolan (T. Rex)<br />
in all of his baddest boogie-boy<br />
bravado). And Disc 2 is an acoustic<br />
resurrection of Johnny Thunders<br />
brashly payin’ semi-reverential<br />
homage to a younger more rebellious<br />
Bobby Dylan. Wow, Mr.<br />
Sudden is certainly skilled at crafting<br />
well-structured musical magnificence<br />
and then polishing it to<br />
sparkling perfection. Like my<br />
favorite frothy fermented beverage,<br />
this delectable disc is good to the last<br />
drop! -Roger Moser, Jr. (Alive/Total<br />
Energy)<br />
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