Live Supershit 666

Not really.

Saw my old friend Jason Grey today. We figured out we hadn’t seen each other for three years. He helped me out big time and happened to mention that my greatest contribution to Remnants for him was turning him on to Supershit 666.

So I looked and found this British cover band playing Star War. Every song on that little EP is a 10, so this is as good or bad as it gets. Supershit was a studio-only supergroup and this is the best and only live version of a SS666 song I’ve ever seen.

Actually it’s a little Supershitty, but it’s fun to watch the drummer. I’d be happy to play with him. I think the bass player is sitting on the couch.

For Jason.

The Abysmal State Of Pop Music

Sorry to beat a dead horse; maybe I should just join a different gym.

The videos they play are just so godawful and I do suspect they’re a very fair representation of today’s pop. Every song is the same. Every video is the same.

Today they played a video by Dua Lipa followed by a video of Pia Mia. You can’t make this shit up!

I certainly won’t bother you with either of these videos lest I perpetuate this plague. (Believe me, you’re not missing anything.)

Happy Memorial Day!

Shuffle Is The Devil, And So Is Witchcraft

Lawr, you inspired me. I swear I’ll get that Graveyard concert review written one of these days, but for now, this.

Been way into a “new” band called Witchcraft (Swedish, of course – where the hell else would any good new music come from?). Was introduced to them by a guy who auditioned for guitar in our new band, Hard Rocks!, but we ended up taking someone else. This guy told me I needed the consensus Witchcraft masterpiece Legend and, boy, he was correct.

Just so happens they put out a new album Nucleus, in January and I snapped it up. Nucleus is LONG. I’m guessing it plays for almost an hour. And it takes some time to sink in. You aren’t gonna shuffle this and stumble upon Shake It Off. I’d say three or four BEGINNING TO END plays to be fair.

But geez, it’s a monster. My favorite (kind of obsessed with it lately) is a 14-minute little ditty that matches even Zep’s Levee for heavy (bonus rhyme), I think it’s about some guy losing his mind and is called Breakdown. I can’t even find it on youtube. Doesn’t matter. You wouldn’t sit here listening to the whole thing if I put it up anyway.

I’ll give you this one instead, the first single (really, single that’s being played where?). More poppy, with some Jethro Tull flute and a lyric line about the economy. Not even sure what to think of that.

I’m kind of afraid to go to that new The Witch movie.

The Specials, Ghost Town

I found this Bob Christgau story about seeing Elvis Costello and the Roots a couple of years ago, when their album Wake Up Ghost came out. It’s a fine record, but what made my eyes open was his description of their cover of the Specials Ghost Town.

Here it is.

Sound is crap, but it is sweet. Here’s the original version, which EC produced, and has a lot more air.

 

It’s Concert Time!

Uncle Acid is touring in September to support their new album, also coming out in early September. As one of the few surviving bands still worth a shit, you owe it to yourself to see them in September when they are near. Ticket price $20. (My girlfriend made me take her to Elvis Costello and Steely Dan(?!?) recently and it cost me $300 for two decent seats. “Thank God by the time bands get to this level I either don’t care about them anymore or never did,” I thunk to myself.)

Anyway, here’s the newly released “single” (look out Bad Blood!). Sweet Sabbath drone with sweet Lennon vocals and two even sweeter guitar solos. See you in Philly on September 13th.

Scary Songs: The Beach Boys, “Monster Mash/Papa Oom Mow Mow”

OK, so it ain’t that scary, it’s fun. And, maybe you expected the original from Bobby Boris Pickett, but this song was a staple of the Beach Boys live set for a while. Every time I saw them, they played it.

Couple of things I noticed, though:

Brian plays the bass with his thumb, rather than all his fingers or a pick.

Never realized Carl played a Rickenbacker sometimes. I always saw them all play white Fenders.

Mike Love seemed goofy back then, but the truth is he was fucked up crazy all the time. He just realized his potential in the interim. I mean, I get Brian has had his issues, and well, Dennis and Carl were sort of sad stories. But, that troika was raised by the equally fucked up Murray Wilson.

Love was their cousin. He is a crazy right wing Ted Nugent-like nutcase. Being Dracula pushes him just that much closer to sane.

 

Scary Songs: Metallica, “Enter Sandman”

I am not sure why human beings like to be frightened, and yet hate to be scared?

We love a scary movie, or a wild crazy roller coaster, or even riding on a bike of any kind, skateboard, skis, car, pretty much anything capable of independent locomotion, really fast.metallica

Yet, if we get home alone, and it is dark and late and no one else is home and you have to go upstairs which means traipsing through the house, under the right circumstances, it is scary. Yet, again, watching someone do that in a movie–knowing the person will get sliced to pieces with a chain saw–is fun?

Anyway, I was thinking about this, and I remembered sometime back Steve said one thing he liked about one of his albums as a kid was that it scared the shit out of his brother, and, what prompted all those synapses to snap was hearing Enter Sandman on the radio the other day.

I cannot claim to be a huge Metallica fan (note that I was working a Giants game the day the band did the National Anthem at ATT). I like them well enough, but by the 80’s, when they were hitting full stride, I was in my mid-to-late 30’s, hiding behind Bruce Springsteen and Crowded House, waiting for Nirvana and The Stone Roses to reclaim me, (like the Pistols and Clash did 15 years earlier).

And, they are a fine band, and even more important, from El Cerrito, Ca, which is where I live (it is right next door to Berkeley).

So, in honor of Steve scaring the shit out of his brother, I came up with this category. I can think of some more songs that are essentially scary in their essence. As for Enter Sandman, if I had heard this when I was eight, I would have loved it and it would have scared the shit out of me.