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Best official bootleg album ever.
Gus wrote: "Best official bootleg album ever."
Recorded at the Michigan Palace, long since razed and turned into a parking deck. Jonesy went to this show, the bastard. Not sure where the hell I was at the time.
Recorded at the Michigan Palace, long since razed and turned into a parking deck. Jonesy went to this show, the bastard. Not sure where the hell I was at the time.

Cruel irony? Try this one - after years of abusing himself both on stage and off, including trying to shove a microphone up his ass during a Lords of The New Church gig gone horribly wrong at Detroit's St. Andrew's Hall, Stiv Bators had his ticket punched in Paris on June 2, 1990 after somebody in the City of Light left tire tracks up his back. As if we really needed another reason to hate the French, eh?
A shame, really, because he was on some kind of roll at the time of his death, if "King Of The Brats" is any indication. Reputedly part of a solo album he was working on with ex-Sigue Sigue Sputnik guitarist Neil X, and written by ex-Generation X bassist Tony James, the song may be the crown jewel in his post-Dead Boys canon. A hooky, pop-punk gem with chiming anthemic guitars and stomping drums up high in the mix.
Twenty-one years he's gone and I still miss the guy.

Plain and simple, Parisian Freddy Lynxx plays like a man possessed, obsessed, and distressed. Like dirt on a dog, the ghost of Johnny Thunders clings for dear life to every last train-whistle run, trumpeting-elephant string bend, and fleabag, skid-row Chuck Berry lick Lynxx wrings from those Les Pauls he’s so enamored with.
Despite (or maybe because of) its blatant New York Dolls thievery - but with horns - "Larger Than Life" may be - I shit you not - THE great lost (and I do mean LOST) album of the 90’s and one of the best albums I’ve heard in my 53 years on this mortal coil. Talk about capturing lightning in a jar. Fucking A...
Barb wrote: "... and to be a contrast to Clark ...
Bjork - Medulla
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When I'm in a bad mood, the sublime pleasure of imagining her being torn apart by Nile crocodiles always brightens my day.
Bjork - Medulla
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When I'm in a bad mood, the sublime pleasure of imagining her being torn apart by Nile crocodiles always brightens my day.

Yanqui U.X.O.-God Speed You Black Emperor

Library Voice


For Memorial Day, "Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner", Warren Zevon.
Talking about the man.
Talking about the man.


Look what turned up in the magic mailbox yesterday. Reissues on the Raven label. Fleshtones albums used to be written, recorded, mixed, mastered, and pressed in the time it took most bands to apply their foundation and assemble their Class A drug paraphernalia. These early albums kick off their two-decades-plus quest to ensnare the perfect thrashing caveman rock beat, hoovering up a colorful collage of influences from surf guitar to rockabilly, Phil Spector, Dictators, New York Dolls, and The Ramones, and then all spewed out in a frothing, unsophisticated barrage of gormless, geeky, five-star rock 'n' roll petrol and glorious slash-and-burn jukebox anthems.
Your Saturday-night party is looking pretty peaked without them.

Not too many white dudes can play the blues. Jimmy Page can’t. Eric Clapton can't - well maybe a little with the Yardbirds. Keith Richards can't. And you can bet your sweet ass John Mayer, Kenny Wayne Shepherd, and Jonny Lange can't. They can't even spell it.
George Thorogood on the other hand is the shit. Or at least WAS the shit, on those early Rounder albums. Why? Because he doesn’t even try to pretend he’s from the delta. He plays as if there is no record contact and no audience, just him and his drinking buddies down in the basement. Mix his Elmore James fixation with a warm summer night and you have all the makings of an instant party.
That's a beautiful thing.

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Pilfered this from the twins' CD case last week while on vacation. Something about the parental advisory sticker should probably bother me, but doesn't. Have no idea where they got it.
You can practically smell the stench of a major television network or advertising agency as soon as you crack the shrinkwrap on this one. I can see it now: "Ladies and gentlemen, the Pink Spiders for Skechers!"
Can you imagine the divine moment of inspiration that resulted in "If you're alone and I'm alone/Let's be alone together"?
Cue laugh track...

Great choice, Barb! I love her rock-a-billy sound! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhogVv... ...listen to this right now! Thanks....

Lambchop - National talk like a pirate day
Get well soon - A voice in the Louvre
Spinvis - Alina
Giant sand - Remote
Florence & the machine - My boy builds coffins
TV on the radio - Blues from down here
TV on the radio - New cannonball blues
Gonjasufi - She gone
The flaming lips - When yer twenty two
Fiona Apple - Carrion

In the spirit of full disclosure, I've never had much use for Carlos Santana or Latin music in general. Call me "close minded," but that's my story and I'm sticking with it.
A friend of mine tortured me with this on a long drive back from northern Michigan and I didn't have the heart to tell him that it's worse than a parking lot full of whale vomit, Santana scraping through the bottom of the barrel into the dark, dirty ground with another novelty album, trotting out 14 covers with 14 guest vocalists, reworking AC/DC's "Back in Black" as rap and dragging Van Halen's beautiful pop single "Dance the Night Away" and T.Rex's "Bang a Gong" through the mud just for kicks.
Somewhere Marc Bolan is spinning in his grave.


The last shadow puppets - Black plant
Vampire weekend - ladies of Cambridge
Radiohead - House of cards
Gil Scott-Heron - It's your world
Gil Scott-Heron - A toast to the people
The flaming lips - raining babies
God help the girl - a down and dusky blonde
The flaming lips - You have to be joking (an autopsy of the devil's brain)
Plants and animals - Mercy

An Pierlé - Siamese Twins
The Flaming Lips - There You Are (Jesus Song No. 7)
The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart - Girl Of 1.000 Dreams
Glee - Defying Gravity
PJ Harvey - Bitter Branches
C-Mon & Kypski - Turning Of The Tides
Kyteman - U-Town University
Fiona Apple - Extraordinary Machine
Pien Feith - Painting By Numbers
Wanda Jackson - Hard Headed Woman
Jonathan wrote: "Trio - Da, Da, Da"
A classic. Crazy Germans...
A classic. Crazy Germans...
King Dinösaur wrote: ""
KD, get out of my head (high school, circa 1976).
KD, get out of my head (high school, circa 1976).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOCC1E...

Fall - Patrick Watson
Fallin' - Wanda Jackson
Far Away - Tricky Meets South Rakkas Crew
Far to strange - Timesbold
The Fix - Elbow
Flutter - 16 Horsepower
Friendly Ghost - Eels
From which I came/a magic world - Eels
Funny little frog - God help the girl


A collection of 1920s to 1950s jazz exotica. I'm not a jazz fan but I'll listen to anything Blue Flamingo recommends.

SoCal punks forsake the Clash route for the Aerosmith route and the results are...fucking great, far better than anything Aerosmith's come up with since they stopped chasing the dragon. Where's the CD release?

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