Oh, boy! Oh, boyohboyohboy. It's that time of year again! Fennesz, the Atomic Austrian, Noise's Nobility, the Fuhrer of Feedback (uh, scratch that one), is on tour again, with Christian Fennesz' Fennocalypse 2007: The Fennal Reckoning (On Ice)! And yes, boys, he's bringing the Fenneszettes!
Those who experienced (or should I say survived!!!) Son Of Fennocalypse 2005 will know exactly what to expect. Holding on to the roof of a flaming monster truck with one hand, busting out massive solos on a Flying V with the other, he'll launch off a ramp (which is also on fire) and land on a custom-built stage covered in pagan iconography and the tour's sponsors' logos (Microsoft, Kinko's>, and his official baked goods sponsor, Dunkin' Donuts). Firing rockets from his gee-tar, he'll immediately launch into one of his huge hits -- most likely "Endless Summer (Of Rock)" or "Rivers Of Sand (On Fire, With Snakes Coming Out Of Them, And Naked Chicks And Stuff)."
Once that's done with, he'll invite his audience to be seated and experience some of his freeform spoken word art, influenced by the work of Bishop Berkeley, interpretations of the Voynich Manuscript and Dunkin' Donuts' new limited-edition Maple Cheddar
Fennesz will close the set with a medley of covers of showtunes from Grease, Fame, and The Lion King. This has in the past proven to be so awesome that audience members' heads have exploded, so better bring some waterproof clothing! After frenzied screams for an encore, he'll walk back on wearing nothing but a jewel-encrusted loincloth and with a very special guest -- God! After trading licks for a few minutes, Fennesz will bust out a 20-minute guitar solo of such awesome perfection that God will have no choice but to hand over the keys to creation itself. Fennesz will turn him down, declaring himself to be "nothing but a humble noisesmith" and giving God a delicious Dunkin' Donuts Chocolate Coconut Cake Donut and a copy of cendre, his second collaborative album with Ryuichi Sakamoto released this month by Commmons, as a peace offering.
And that's just the first night!
Christian Fenessz' Fennocalypse 2007: The Fennal Reckoning (On Ice), being set in Belgium and Lithuania and everything, is a little, er, out of the way for most of you (apart from you, Gediminas 'akaitien'! Say hiya!), but count yourself lucky. If Lithuania didn't work out, Fennesz was planning on the inky blackness of outer space. He can breathe in space, because he's better than you.
I don't ask for much, honey. I do your laundry, feed the kitty cats, give you those back massages you like so much. Heck, I even made you
your favorite beef stew twice in one week, not one month ago. I tuck
the youngins in at night, and I perform for you in the bedroom as best
I can, so this shouldn't come as such a shock, with that big ol'
question mark on your face there. You hear me, Britt Daniel? Now I'm
not fooling around: I demand some Spoonin.'
It's a natural act, don't you see? The human body's all gangly and awkward enough where you can't sit in one chair for too long without
getting some serious cramps. But I tell you, I could Spoon for days on
end. You just give me the hand signal, Britt, and I will call in to
work and say something's come up and I won't even be lying, because I
tell you I'll be Spooning, and that's not something you take lightly.
Here we are in scenic Portland; you're back from a nice little tour
over yonder, and I've been waiting long enough for the kind of
Spoonin' I know my man can deliver, like he's been delivering up and
down the East Coast.
Oh don't think I didn't hear about that. I ain't as thick as you look,
and I suggest you stop lookin' a gift horse in the mouth like Poppa
Daniel told you when you were still impressionable and not the kind of
two-timing Spoon addict you've turned into as of late. I've seen those
pictures, Britt, with you and everyone else at that Starlight
Ballroom, lying there together on the floor, wrapping arms around
bellies and the like... you make a career out of that position on the
sly, and yet when you get home to your one true inamorata, you act
like a piece of no-good, flimsy plywood.
Now I'm going to lay down on this here bed and turn away from you, and
you can either walk out that door or else you can buck up and be a goddang man and Spoon me 'til Merge releases your new album in July.
1. Don't Make Me A Target
2. The Ghost Of You Lingers
3. You Got Yr Cherry Bomb
4. Don't You Evah
5. Rhthm And Soul
6. Eddie's Ragga
7. The Underdog
8. My Little Japanese Cigarette Case
9. Finer Feelings
10. Black Like Me
Attention, ladies! Wanna be Neil Young's new Cinnamon Girl and do your part for a righteous cause in one fell swoop? Here's the deal: As long as you can scratch out a tune AND you're part of your local Open Mic Night circuit, you can land a spot on Cinnamon Girl - Women Artists Cover Neil Young. All proceeds from the record, which includes covers from the Watson Twins and Jill Sobule, go directly to Casting For Recovery, a national non-profit support and educational program for women who have or have survived breast cancer. The comp is set to be released on American Laundromat Records, and the lucky amateur lady will go home with a shiny new axe from Daisy Rock, a guitar joint that prides itself on crafting girl-friendly musical gear.
Honestly, after reading a book about Farm Aid, I'm about two seconds from recording "Heidi Vanderslice Sings (TMT Exclusive!) - The Kid-Rock-Will-Probably-Outlive-Neil-Young-Blues."
More about the contest here.
Help Mono Fight the Likes of The Apples in Stereo, Stereo Total, The Stereophonics, Stereolab, er, the Duophonic label… The Quadrajets Too, I Guess
Yes! Mono is coming to North America AGAIN for a nice, long tour. That will be right before the "kissing disease" of the same name arrives to plague parts of the continent. That mono is the one that sidelines the high school girl for a couple of summer months, the one who works at Sunglass Hut and who swaps spit with the dude who has a 1995 sky-blue Buick Skylark who pitches a tent in his jodhpurs some night outside the 7-11 (Jodhpurs? Well, how the hell am I supposed to know what degenerates who drive Skylarks wear these days?) who in turn rubs up against the girl with invisible braces who is always wearing those awful mauve jeans who hooks up with the all-star quarterback and his offensive line at the "Time to Party Hard and Get Effed Up Large-Time, Losers!" kegger. Both monos seem to arrive every year without fail. One is way more enjoyable to experience. The other is a Japanese quartet with a penchant for beautifully tense sounds. Baaaa-zing!
The sound-pounding gods (and bass goddess Tamaki of course) will certainly be playing a lot of tracks on this upcoming tour off of their latest Albini-engineered album called You Are There (TMT Review) that was released in ought-six on Temporary Residence plus loads of fan faves from their heavy back catalog of inspirational, cacophonous sludge. Mono does tour a lot, but this time around the support comes from some true stars: World's End Girlfriend, The Drift, and Grails (and Kinski too, but only for the Seattle show). Now the only thing stopping you from seeing some spectacular live bands is a needless glandular infection. It might be best to err on the side of caution and stay inside and play solo, or mono, until the show
04.12.07 - Cambridge, MA - Middle East Downstairs #
04.13.07 - Montréal, Quebec - La Sala Rossa #
04.14.07 - Buffalo, NY - Soundlab #
04.15.07 - Pittsburgh, PA - Carnegie Mellon University #
04.16.07 - Cleveland, OH - Grog Shop #
04.17.07 - Columbus, OH - Little Brothers #
04.18.07 - Louisville, KY - Headliners Music Hall #
04.19.07 - Dekalb, IL - The House Café #
04.20.07 - Chicago, IL - Empty Bottle #
04.21.07 - Minneapolis, MN - Triple Rock Club #
04.24.07 - Bellingham, WA - The Nightlight Lounge #
04.25.07 - Seattle, WA - Neumo's %
04.26.07 - Portland, OR - Doug Fir Lounge #
04.27.07 - San Francisco, CA - Great American Music Hall #
04.28.07 - Los Angeles, CA - Troubadour #
04.29.07 - San Diego, CA - Casbah #
04.30.07 - Tucson, AZ - Plush #
05.02.07 - Denton, TX - Hailey's #
05.03.07 - Austin, TX - Emo's Jr. $
05.04.07 - Houston, TX - Mink $
05.05.07 - Baton Rouge, LA - Spanish Moon $
05.07.07 - Orlando, FL - The Social $
05.08.07 - Jacksonville, FL - TSI $
05.09.07 - Birmingham, AL - Bottletree $
05.10.07 - Atlanta, GA - The Earl $
05.11.07 - Mt. Pleasant, SC - The Village Tavern $
05.12.07 - Chapel Hill, NC - Local 506 $
05.13.07 - Charlottesville, VA - Satellite Ballroom $
05.14.07 - Baltimore, MD - Ottobar $
05.15.07 - Washington, DC - Rock and Roll Hotel $
05.16.07 - Philadelphia, PA - First Unitarian Church $
05.17.07 - New York, NY - Bowery Ballroom $
# World's End Girlfriend and The Drift
% Kinski, World's End Girlfriend, and The Drift
$ World's End Girlfriend and Grails
Carl: (Walks through front door) Honey, I'm home!
Harriette: Carl! I'm so glad you're back. How was your day?
Carl: It went pretty well. I arrested a teenager who was trying to steal the new Spin Doctors cassette, caught Vice President Dan Quayle's latest speech on TV, and then moonwalked my way over to the donut shop for a bear claw! How was yours?
Harriette: Same old, same old. I mostly listened to my boom box and did laundry. Between those acid-washed jeans of Eddie's and those Hawaiian shirts of yours, I've been pretty busy. What should we do tonight?
Carl: I thought I'd watch the Chicago Bulls game. They're unstoppable!
Harriette: Aw, Carl, we do that every night. Tonight let's do something... something... something...
Urkel: (Bounding through front door holding small, glowing blue orb) Hiya, Winslows! (Knocks over porcelain cat figurine) Did Iiiiiiii do that??
Carl: Jesus, Urkel, watch where you're going!
Urkel: Sorry! But no time to talk! I've invented a device that has the power to take us 16 years into the future!
Harriette: All the way to the year 2007?
Carl: Wow! I wonder what it will be like in the year 2007!
Urkel: I like to envision the year 2007 as a time when everyone is treated as an equal, and when we have solved the problems of war, global poverty, and corporate fraud. Or at the very least, I'd like to believe that those issues haven't snowballed into greater problems than they are now.
Carl: Surely we stop at least one of those problems from getting worse.
Urkel: Anyway, guys, the reason I built this time machine is so that we could see this band from the future called Yellow Swans!
Harriette: Are they anything like Culture Club?
Urkel: Not quite. They will go on to release numerous albums, including a better-known one in 2006 called Psychic Secession, which will be reviewed by a website called Tiny Mix Tapes.
Harriette: Are they anything like Culture Club?
Urkel: You'd be surprised. Anyway, using this time machine, I plan on taking us to every single date of the Yellow Swans Spring 2007 European tour, and once one show is over I'll use the time machine to immediately switch to the next one -- in this way, we'll be able to see every single show on the tour, back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back-back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back!
Carl: Can I bring my Rubix cube?
Urkel: Sure! So will you guys come with me?
Carl and Harriette: (In unison) OK!
Urkel: (As orb begins to glow brightly) Just put your hands on this orb, and imagine yourselves 16 years in the future. One... two... three... here we gooooooooo!
Hey, city boy. Think yer too good for the farm? Above a bit of pig-wrasslin?? Want yerself an ed-yoo-kay-shun? Want to git yerself to yoo-nee-vursity? Yeah? Wanna hang out with all the pretty girls in they libraries and they single-sex dormitories? Well, I guess that's fair enough, isn't it? What with the state of that dad-gum job market, gettin' a degree ain't nothin' more than an investment in your future.
Well, greenhorn, this is yer lu -- fuck it. This is your lucky day. Sub Pop (I seem to be TMT's Sub Pop correspondent at the moment -- maybe I should get a badge) are offering a scholarship to one lucky scholar to the sum of $5,750, or 676,488 yen, if you're down with the whole Japanese currency thing. And, really, who isn't?
They're not giving away the money for nothing, though. Oh, no. They're giving it away for practically nothing. To apply, send off an essay to them, no more than one page, on some of the following topics:
- What are you doing in the arts/music field in your community?
- How and/or why did you become interested in artistic outlets?
- Why do you need this scholarship money?
- What are your influences and/or who inspires you?
- Who are some of your favorite bands or artists?
- Evolution: I ain't evolved from some danged monkey, AMIRITE?
Yeah, I dunno about that last one. Maybe best to steer clear of that.
The deadline for applications is May 1. For more information, click on href="http://www.subpop.com/channel/giveitaway_giveitaway_giveitawaynow/announcing_the_sub_pop_loser_scholarship">this handy intertextual weblink.
My Parents Went to Taiwan To Buy the Reissued Thom Yorke Album and All I Got Was This Crummy T-Shirt
Amazon tells us that on March 27, Thom Yorke's album The Eraser will be reissued as a "Special Edition." It is an "extremely limited Taiwanese pressing [that] includes his debut solo album (with OBI) a bonus CD single for "Harrowdown Hill" that includes two non-album tracks, "The Drunkk Machine" and "Harrowdown Hill (Extended Mix)" along with an exclusive Thom Yorke/Eraser T-shirt (One size 48 x 70cm)." A T-shirt? C'mon Beggars Banquet International Trade Holding Incorporated Conglomerate! Take a look at what other bands and their labels are doing with their reissue ideas:
- Sparta's Threes is being re-released and may come cased in a Spartan helmet to cash in on the success and hype surrounding 300. Random copies come with doru spear and aspis shield accessories.
- Tom Waits has already given consumers loads to digest with his set of outtakes and rarities Orphans. The new version will be allegedly more expensive, but with each album you buy, you automatically sign the papers finalizing the adoption of a real third world orphan. Good tunes + adopting the Madonna and Brangelina way = "a rewarding experience."
- Dilla's Ruff Draft was just re-released by Stones Throw. Donuts has to be next. The thought of wrapping CDs in waxed paper and baking them directly into the center of a Boston Cream or a dutchie seems a bit time-intensive and dangerous. Plan B is the simple idea of inserting a coupon for a free day-old donut at Dunkin's into the casing instead.
- Want more Josh Homme and Nick Oliveri? Nobody does, but the reissue of their Queens of the Stone Age album Songs for the Deaf will be the first in history to restore hearing to the deaf, so they too can revel in the QOTSA rawwwk that we all know and love. Going deaf? You're shit out of luck... this is for fully deaf only, you hard-of-hearing bandwagon jumpers.
- Things We Lost in the Fire by Low will now come with things found in the fire, including singed condoms, half-burned family pictures, pieces of couch cushion, and blackened hopes and dreams.
- Lupe Fiasco's Food and Liquor figured prominently among many year-end 2006 album polls. Reason enough for a reissue, we say! Unfortunately, those in charge have opted to give away the strange combo of Lunchables and cooking sherry as extras in this packaging.
- A Grand Don't Come for Free. Too true, Mike Skinner. The second Streets gem will be out again someday, but the price is high... it will go for a grand (plus all applicable state and music industry fuck-ya taxes).
- Sleater-Kinney's much-loved All Hands on the Bad One comes with a set of hands. To put on yourself. Because you are the bad one. Oh yes you are.
- Electric Warrior by T. Rex will be re-re-released. Every new and improved copy bought will be hand-delivered by an actual warrior with a car battery rigged up to its undercarriage so that proper voltage is provided (assuring that sought-after "mark of authenticity" factor). Worldwide polls are deciding which out-of-work warrior will be assigned to this delivery task. So far, the front-runners are an exhumed Khan-era Mongol, an ancient Grecian hoplite, or Chancellor Gowron from The Next Generation/Deep Space Nine. Tom G. Warrior from Celtic Frost is also in the thick of the battle as are some of the animated Saiyans from DragonBall Z.
See? It REALLY doesn't take that much imagination at all to come up with original reissue giveaway ideas.
Yorke's proper band, Radiohead, will also see the limited-edition reissue of their 1998 mini-LP/EP Airbag/How Am I Driving? at the end of March (the 31st to be precise). It comes with absolutely no extras. And no T-shirt.
Goddamn it, I loves me a good talk show. I remember this one time I was watching that talk show with the Australian guy as host... not the crocodile-fighting Australian guy or the Hogan Australian guy, but the douche-y Australian talk-show host, guy. I know, I know, if it ain’t Maury you don’t give two shotskies, but bear with me here. So I was watching this talk show with the Australian host and the topic was [Mostly Fat] Couples With Sexual Misgivings They Refuse to Blame on Their Fatness Alone ... or something like that, I really can’t remember. There was this couple on this particular episode that seemed to typify the problems marriages face in today’s hustle-and-bustle world.
You see, the woman had a weight problem, and she revealed that when she went to Burger King with her husband he always tempted her with unhealthy food. Like, she would be all set to order a BK Broiler, which contains three-and-a-half less calories than the average BK product, and he would tempt her with fries and milkshakes, dancing around the tables like a Cheshire Cat and laughing gleefully. “See this [brandishing an onion ring]? Wouldn’t you like to eat this? It’s ever so yummy, and it’ll come right out your bum-bum!” he’d say as he did a tiptoe-through-the-tulips routine. Then he would start yelling “Mr. Fancypants is IN THE BUILDING” and expose his hairy nipples to childen, closing the episode off by pouring a huge chocolate milkshake all over his face while he opened and closed his mouth as if he were kissing a dog.
As unusual as that seems, it was just the tip of the iceberg (lettuce). The guy came back with quite the zinger, claiming their sex life was so tame he could “go to a morgue and have more fun.” Then the woman said something about Bobitt and the guy was like, “If she cuts it off I’ll shove it down her throat.” Man, the crowd really let him have it for that one! What a disfunctional relationship! As a guy who is facing the guillotine of marriage quite soon, I can only hope that when I try to order vaguely healthy items from Burger King my wife won’t suggest onion rings, or a Triple Texas Whopper, or a large Coke (instead of a wayyy healthier Diet Coke), or one of those amazing Oreo pies, or chicken tenders, because when I go to Burger King I go to eat healthy; any loving partner would understand that, right? As far as the possibility of my future wife cutting off my penis, well, honestly I don’t think I’ll be that lucky; I’m doomed to be ruled by my bouncy popcorn shrimp, and that’s just how it is.
Type O’ Negative were on Jerry Springer once, you know. My friends and I — we were all fans back then and there was a metal draught — gathered around the television set to see the sparks fly. The flurry of action was so hard and heavy I don’t even know what happened, but I seem to recall Jerry likening them to Satan and labeling them “Aids-infested miscreants” ... or something like that. I was so fascinated I couldn’t really process it all. Point is, Type O’ Negative are the band old people love to hate. Strangely enough, they’re actually pretty much old people themselves by now... shucks, never thought I’d see the day.
They’re counteracting this advance into geriactricism by recording, touring, and by catching them some AIDES. That’s right, in order to relate to the kids of today Type O’ Negative’s members have all purposely contracted AIDES to help them promote their music and schedule tours. Although long-time fans were a little shocked to hear the news, they realized they hadn’t listened to Type O’ in a long, long time so it didn’t really affect them all that much. Despite this relative lack of interest — at least in comparison to the days when they were getting MTV rotation — the goth-tinged doom-metal band, with help from their sprightly AIDES, have planned the release of a new album, most-creatively titled Dead Again, and a comprehensive tour of AIDE-approved cities, towns and off-shore oil rigs.
This BK Big Fish is healthy ‘cause it’s fish:
* Brand New Sin
% Celtic Frost and Brand New Sin
Deerhoof Hit a Homerun with Ken Griffey Jr. and Now They’re Touring Like Touring Just Went Out of Style
Let me be James Blunt for a minute. I work at a record store in bumfuck, U.S.A. (let's just call this place Mung's Record and Video for now), and I work right next to the glorious section of pop/rock Ds all in misleading alpha order. People will often sift through this section with morbid curiosity of why Def Leopard has such a large catalog, and then there are those who like to giddily point and laugh at a little-known band of jokesters known as Deerhoof. Why do they point and laugh, you must ask? The casual TMT reader is most likely crushed at this point. How could someone laugh at my precious Deerhoof? And how could this "douche of the year" writer (I don't even think that title is deserving for Mr. Emceegreg in this case) call my sacred love affair "little-known"? Seriously! What the fuck?
Let me vaguely explain by remaining purposely off topic. Deerhoof has recently released Friend Opportunity (TMT Review) and you're most likely a loser if you haven't checked it out yet. And by loser, I am referring back to the people who mocked your beloved experimental rock band. For now, let's call these people "anti-hipsters," and let's just further generalize those people as young, white college students who hate Muslims. Skinny white girls (let's just call them Skeletors, for now) have often come to the 'D' section shouting in my fragile ears, "I can't stand that lead singer. Her voice is weird. She's crazy. My boyfriend listens to them. My boyfriend is cool. He's a lot cooler than the guy working right there. Shh... I think that little terd is listening."
You can trust me as a reliable narrator that I hear things like that all of the time. I also could tell that the girl was misspelling the word 'turd' just from how she said it. Yeah, maybe your boyfriend is better than me, but I bet he doesn't have a Ken Griffey Jr. rookie baseball card! In your face, guppie! First of all, it's alright if you don't like Deerhoof, but at least have an open mind. Stop riding off the coattails of your frat fuck buddy! Nobody becomes a cornhole champion. If you understand cornhole, which is just an elementary school game of bean bag toss, then how can you not grasp the matter-changing sounds of Deerhoof?
I'm not here to judge, but when you ridiculed the lovely Satomi Matsuzaki and the even more attractive Ken Griffey Jr., you offended me. Now I know that the frustrated TMT reader wants to know the point of all this mess. To be honest, I had no idea where I was going with any of this. I want to thank everyone in Deerhoof, Mr P, Matt Weir, Ken Griffey Jr., and his hit SNES game Ken Griffey's Winning Run. Without you guys, I don't think this article would have made it this far. Okay, let me try to make a point of all this gibberish: If you don't go see Deerhoof on their European Tour, then you probably support terrorism. See I just blew your mind once again. I had my mind blown once too, so don't begin to think of me as some sort of god or anything. This customer once panhandled me by tricking me into giving him money from the cash register and confusing me with large amounts of numbers. My cash register ended up more than $200 short. I think we all know what lesson to gain from all of this. Deerhoof is splendid!
Tourdates (I hope the play "Panda Panda Panda," garsh):
* with The Blow
# with Akron/Family