The Halifax-born, Toronto-residing boys in Sloan have been called the “next Nirvana,” the “next Oasis,” and the “next Strokes,” not to mention the “next Big Thing” so many times, too numerous to count, over the course of their 15 years together. They have had a lot of success in their native land, but the big-time never came calling in the states, as the band have amassed a small, yet devoted, fanbase in the U.S. Think of them as the Canadian Blur, but without any 'Woo Hoo'-ing. Crap, that’s another label, which is very unfair to the band. Plus, as a live band, they blow Blur out of the water.
After 15 years and seemingly a different label for every release (DGC, the Enclave, RCA and Koch, just to name a few), you would think Sloan would be worn down by the music industry bullshit. But that does not seem to be the case. They are back on a new U.S. label, Yep Roc (Billy Bragg, Apples in Stereo, Radio Birdman), and are about to release a monster record on the American public. Out January 9, Never Hear The End Of It is a 2 LP/1 CD album containing 30 songs. The record, already released in Canada, is full of more hooks, harmonies, and melody then most artists achieve during their entire career. (For shame, Wolf Eyes, for shame.) Look for the band to be touring the U.S.A. in during the winter and spring. Will this be the record that makes takes them to the top of the Billboard charts? Probably not, but more than few people will surely be anticipating this record.
Never Hear The End Of It tracklist:
1. Flying High Again
2. Who Taught You to Live Like That?
3. I've Gotta Try
4. Everybody Wants You
5. Listen to the Radio
6. Fading into Obscurity
7. I Can't Sleep
8. Someone I Can Be True With
9. Right or Wrong
10. Something's Wrong
11. Ana Lucia
12. Before the End of the Race
14. I Understand
15. You Know What It's About
16. Golden Eyes
17. Can't You Figure It Out?
18. Set in Motion
19. Love Is All Around
20. Will I Belong?
21. Ill Placed Trust
22. Live the Life You're Dreaming Of
23. Living with the Masses
25. People Think They Know Me
26. I Know You
27. Last Time in Love
28. It's Not the End of the World
29. Light Years
30. Another Way I Could Do It
So there's this band that has this onomatopoetic name, and they're this badass trio from Chicago. They have a dude just chillin' on the bass, this babe who's bumpin' on the organ (keyboard on the organ setting) and singing you stories you've never heard, and another man/machine who sits behind a drum set and makes it emanate sounds known to this earth but before him were thought to be lost forever beneath the oceans.
The first member is known as Pit, the second as Er, and the last as Pat. Together they are Pit Er Pat and they form an unstoppable team. Not only are they musical fiends, but they have the coolest looking CDs and LPs (possibly the most important factor when purchasing music), and they retain their DIY roots by printing on thrift store T-shirts and making their own unique pins (scenesters: now you'll never be embarrassed because you had the same pin/shirt as someone else at that show). But most importantly, they're some of the nicest people you'll meet, and make sure to do just that when they stop by your town.
Pit Er Pat are in the middle of their tour across the U.S. and they released their second full-length, entitled Pyramids, this October, and there are only 800 copies of the vinyl available (they come with a poster), so get one quick! More importantly, however, is the fact that they will be touring Mexico at the end of this month and into the next! If you miss them here, you'll always have the chance to visit another country AND see an amazing band. Wow. That's almost like buy one get one free. If you've never heard Pit Er Pat before and you want to know what you're missing out on, check out their MySpace or download the few songs they have on their website.
"You're going to like what you hear, I guarantee it."1
11.08.06 – St. Louis, MO – Lemp Neighborhood Arts Center
11.10.06 – Denver, CO – Larimer Lounge
11.11.06 – Salt Lake City, UT – Urban Lounge
11.13.06 – Provo, UT – Starry Night
11.15.06 – Seattle, WA – Chop Suey
11.16.06 – Portland, OR – Holocene
11.17.06 – Salem, OR – Ikebox
11.18.06 – Oakland, CA – Lobot Gallery
11.19.06 – San Francisco, CA – 12 Galaxies
11.20.06 – San Luis Obispo, CA – SLO Art Center
11.21.06 – Los Angeles, CA – Spaceland
11.23.06 – Mexico City, Mexico – Publico Arts (I swear, two dates are listed for today)
11.23.06 – Mexico City, Mexico – Centro Cultural de Espana en Mexico
11.30.06 – Puebla, Mexico – Pulque Para Dos
12.01.06 – Guadalajara, Mexico – FBOLKO
12.02.06 – Mexico City, Mexico – Cultural Roots
I didn't list who's playing with Pit Er Pat at some shows, because the fact that they're playing should be enough to get you to go. But if you really want to know, Asobi Seksu are playing with them on 11.15.06, Ebb & Flow on 11.19.06, The Album Leaf on 12.01.06 and 12.02.06, and I'm pretty sure that there will be other bands at like every show. I mean, I've never been to a show before so I can't be sure, but that's just what I've heard.
1 George Zimmer actually said this about the band.
So Mr P rolls up to my house, and he's all hopped up on crack — you can tell he's high cuz he punches more than usual. He comes up to my house and he's just yelling through my window: "Hey, nunpuncher! nunpuncher! Get the fuck down here!" and he's got Matt Weir leaning on the side of his Chevy cracking his knuckles like he's in some kind of gangster film or something.
"What the fuck do you want?" I shout through my window. "You already made me say The Decemberists haven't advanced musically since their first album — I don't owe you shit! Leave me alone!"
"Get down here!" he says again. He's grinning. Shit. "I've got something!"
Before I'm even through my door, he's pulled me to the ground and I've got a mouth full of pavement. Weir's got a foot on the back of my neck, and he's pushing hard.
"Mr P wants you to write a news story about Edan's new tour," Weir says. "He's playing with Lyrics Born and Cut Chemist. Dagha's gonna be rapping with him, too. Now do what Mr P says."
I get about halfway through a good fuck-you before Mr P kicks me over and grabbed ahold of my nutsack.
"Listen, boy. I've got halfuhdozen newswriters to get through before midday, and, you little shit, you ain't nearly the greatest of my concerns. It certainly don't look like you're in any kind of situation to push back. So are you gonna squeal, little piggy, or are am I gonna have to make yer?"
"Doesn't Edan, like, write for this site?" I say. "Make him do it! It's his freakin' tour. Besides, didn't it start last week anyway??"
Whack. Feels like a freakin' crowbar in my side. I look up. It is. Weir's looking for blood. "That's a different Edan, you no good piece of shit. And yes the tour started last week, but nevermind: The next three words out of your mouth had better be 'I'll do it.'
"Okay, okay! I'll do it! Christ!" I say. Way it looks, I don't have much choice. I just want to get rid of them.
Weir crumples up a little piece of paper and stuffs it into my mouth. "Good boy," he says. Taps my cheek. "Two days." Then they drive off.
Shit, I think I hear someone coming. Quick, just take this and run:
11.02.06 - Minneapolis, MN - Foundation Nightclub
11.03.06 - Milwaukee, WI - Eagles Club
11.04.06 - Chicago, IL - The Abbey Pub
11.05.06 - Detroit, MI - Magic Stick
11.06.06 - Toronto, ON - Phoenix Concert Theatre
11.08.06 - South Burlington, VT - Higher Ground
11.09.06 - Cambridge, MA - Middle East Downstairs
11.10.06 - New York, NY - Webster Hall
11.11.06 - Philadelphia, PA - Theater of Living Arts
Bonjour, mes amis! Je m'appelle Squéo et je suis un américain. Je suis désolé. Comment vous appellez-vous? Bon! J'aime les États-Unis, mais j'aime mieux Canada. Les Georges Leningrad sont canadiens! J'aime Les George Leningrad! Aussi, je t'aime! Les Georges Leningrad sont une groupe de trois personnes - Bobo Boutin, Mingo L'Idien, et Poney P. Ils ont un nouveau LP s'appelle Sangue Puro sur Tomlab. C'est magnifique! Les Georges Leningrad sont trés sympathique, individualiste, et assez excentrique. Oui, c'est vrai: J'aime Les Georges Leningrad.
Donc. Les Georges Leningrad vont aller à une tournée des États-Unis et du Canada le 8 novembre à le 10 décembre. J'aime Canada et des canadiennes! J'aime Les Georges Leningrad! Je t'aime! Merci pour écouter. J'ai honte. Mon dieu... j'ai honte.
Les dates de la tournée:
11.08.06 - Allston, MA - O'Brien's Pub
11.09.06 - New York, NY - Knitting Factory
11.10.06 - Philadelphia, PA - Khyber
11.11.06 - Baltimore, MD - Talking Head Club
11.12.06 - Chapel Hill, NC - Local 506
11.13.06 - Knoxville, TN - Pilot Light
11.14.06 - Atlanta, GA - Drunken Unicorn
11.15.05 - Birmingham, AL - Bottle Tree Cafe
11.16.06 - New Orleans, LA - The Republic
11.17.06 - Houston, TX - Proletariat
11.18.06 - Austin, TX - Emo's
11.19.06 - Dallas, TX - Cavern
11.21.06 - Denver, CO - Larimer Lounge
11.23.06 - San Diego, CA - Casbah
11.24.06 - Los Angeles, CA - Spaceland
11.25.06 - San Francisco, CA - Bottom of the Hill
11.27.06 - Portland, OR - Holocene
11.28.06 - Seattle, WA - Chop Suey
11.29.06 - Vancouver, BC - Media Club
12.01.06 - Calgary, AB - Broken City
12.02.06 - Edmonton, AB - Velvet Underground
12.03.06 - East Saskatoon, SA - Amigos Cantina
12.04.06 - Winnipeg, MB - Collective Cabaret
12.05.06 - Fargo, ND - Aquarium
12.06.06 - Minneapolis, MN - 7th Street Entry
12.07.06 - Chicago, IL - Empty Bottle
12.08.06 - Detroit, MI - Contemporary Art Institute of Detroit
12.09.06 - Toronto, ON - Sneaky Dee's
12.10.06 - Ottawa, ON - Babylon Nightclub
tout les dates avec Duchess Says
Green Day Hear Grocery Clerk’s Album, Wait 12 Years, Release Several Superior Albums, Record Grocery Clerk’s Album, and Then Finally Release It Under Their Own Name; Uh, Okay
Hearing Green Day's "American Idiot" album took Paul McPike, a 32-year-old grocery store checker in Medford, right back to high school.
But it wasn't just the album's punk-pop indictment of authority that reminded him of being a teenager. He claimed to have sung all the songs for his classmates at Independence High School, an alternative school in Sutter Creek, Calif., back in 1992.
McPike, who has lived in Medford for four months and worked at a ski resort in South Lake Tahoe last winter, filed a copyright infringement complaint in U.S. District Court last week. (1)
He filed a two-page complaint in the US District Court. As evidence, he has submitted a copy of 'American Idiot' and a claim that the words Green Day vocalist Billie Joe Armstrong sings on the album don't match those printed in the liner notes. (2) Obviously Armstrong has problems remembering the words because he did not write them.
In a cruel move, a judge dismissed the case, but kept the possibility of justice alive by suggesting that McPike could further research his claim and resubmit it. This is exactly what McPike plans to do, spurred on in his quest by mystery evidence he has yet to disclose. What we do know is that McPike has been writing and recording songs for fun since he was a teenager and it?s likely one of his buddies, recognizing a singular talent in their friend, bootlegged one of McPike?s performances and passed the recording along to Green Day. (3)
"It was just disbelief every time I heard it on the radio," McPike told Medford's Mail Tribune newspaper.
McPike claims to have written several letters to both the band and their label, Warner Bros. Records, but never received a reply to his allegations. So he felt that he was left with no alternative but to go to court. He's seeking an unspecified share of the profits from the 2004 album and the 2005 Bullet In A Bible concert CD/DVD that includes songs from American Idiot. (4)
You've seen them on message boards, forums, blogs, IRC, and fucking MySpace, but a semi-respectable tech site interview is an unlikely place for an anti-DRM advocate. We've all read about the filthy hippies running Defective By Design, but those nerds didn't have anything to do with Pink Floyd or The Rolling Stones. Nor do they have a clear idea of what they're doing. So when The Register runs a Peter Jenner claiming that the major four music labels are "fucked," a few more people listen. That's good.
One of the primary reasons we're not seeing anything done about DRM is nobody knows about it. I mean yeah, you're here, but your mom and pa aren't coming by the site later to read about why DRM sucks my ass (although passing along the link is not discouraged). The Register isn't exactly Reader's Digest, but hopefully this opens a few more eyes to the dangers of this kind of control. There is no other industry I can think of that demands the consumer to give up so much freedom over the product. Can you imagine the outrage if every new couch was built to spontaneously combust if the company who built it went out of business? Or worse yet, what if Sony brand condoms infected the wearer with the bubonic plague just for a laugh. There would be riots.
Jenner speaks for those with a brain when he claims digital music pricing has been a scam where the consumer pays for manufacturing and distribution, when neither of those are done anymore. Ten years ago a 'single' required physical material and distribution by vehicle to get it to you. Now it's technically possible to finish the song in the studio and upload it to a server across the planet, without ever having to create packaging or pay for shipping. And you still pay one dollar a song. And the artist still only gets between 8 and 14 cents of that dollar, depending on their status with the label. If you're trying to support an up-and-coming act, you're currently better off burning a DRM-free copy of the album and mailing the artist a dollar. You're cutting out the greedy ass middle-man, and you don't have to worry about the CD infecting your computer with a virus.
The remainder of Jenner's interview is spent discussing his blanket-licensing model for countries to adopt, and it's a pretty sound idea. It's similar to the system we have here in Canada where we pay levies on blank media, but with Jenner's model there's no product involved, and everyone just pays a small monthly fee. This money is pooled and distributed according to artist market share, which will be tricky to figure out. The plan involves a lot less money for the labels, which partly backs his prediction of their doomed future. Another aspect of the plan (which I love) is to bring the musicians closer to the fans. By offering multiple recordings of hit songs, live cuts, and behind-the-scenes concert footage to fans, artists can tap those who would pay for such items. Everyone knows one person who owns everything The Radio-Head have ever sold, and this plan opens that level of fandom to all artists. I just hope it's not too late for K-Fed.
As a rule, I generally try to not get too blog-like on your asses, but some scenes have to be set using the simplest, most conversational tone. When I was six years old, I pestered my parents to send away an enrollment form and a little bit of cash to pay for my membership in the KISS Army. Although I started listening to music from an early age, KISS was the first band I held dear to my thin chest and ribcage and regarded as "my band." For my part, I received many treasures from this inclusive club — newsletters, badges, photos, and the like. However, the most important prize was an iron-on decal that came to the mailbox one day. I immediately got my mom to affix it to a shirt and consequently wore the thing out.
Do you want a less heartfelt and much sadder story? Before I was lucky enough to have that homemade t-shirt, I actually went and had another one made at the local flea market, "Shirt Stop." It was pumpkin orange with dark blue fuzzy-felt letters that simply stated "I LIKE KISS." Can you imagine? Well, you don't have to because the photo is to your left. Good grief man, if I had any credibility before (not likely), this posed picture of yours truly, bowl-cut intact, grinning like a jackass, proudly displaying said stupid t-shirt while perched on my Dad's knee, sure as hell seals the deal!
As embarrassed as I am of this, I've never been shy about confessing my allegiance to early-period KISS. I have had no problems mostly avoiding the band's past 25 years — including many awful group and four simultaneously-released solo efforts, the movie KISS Meets the Phantom of the Park (which rules, actually), "unmasking", endless reunion tours, current reality show madness, co-writing songs with Michael Bolton, his and hers fragrance lines, the KISS Coffeehouse, and the boning of 20,000+ groupies — but still love the vintage, raw nuggets contained on those first few albums by New York's finest. Make no mistake, I know that KISS are all about the sell and very little about the music, but that's no reason not to be pumped about the release of KISSology Volume One: 1974-1977 this past Halloween (when else?). Needless to say, this DVD is going to be awesome when I get my hands on it. The two-disc set (three-discs in limited quantities and certain locations) covers the band's nascent years and apparently features the stuff that all good music DVDs should: loads of archival television appearances, four full concerts (San Francisco '75, Detroit '76, Tokyo '76, and Houston '77), interviews, and rare, unreleased footage including, among other things, a performance by the band at Ace Frehley's wedding in 1976. Bring on the bliss!
So, friends, have pity on the cherubic lame-ass in the photo, and trust me on this one. When it comes to KISS, you can take my words to the bank.
Hey, what are those things that everyone is carrying around on the train? I heard someone call it an "iPod," is that right? Apparently they're popular. I thought those white things were just fancy candy bars! Sweet, delicious candy bars wrapped in a 21st century tech-savvy wrapper with a new chocolate delivery system that pumps it right into the ear canal. Boy was I wrong!
Now, I'm not a total dummy. I thought something was off in my analysis of the device. But, I thought, c'est la vie! People want chocolate in their ears, let 'em have it! They wanted it in their mouths all these years, those holes and tubes all go down somehow, who was I to judge? Eventually I realized that, hey, maybe this isn't candy, and, hey, where can I get one?
Apparently you can get them everywhere. 8,729,000 iPods were shipped in the fourth quarter alone! The ubiquitous little devices are selling like the poor man's pancakes (hot cakes). 39 million were bought over the whole year. That's a lot of hot cakes! So I thought, "Okay, iPod, I'll bite." And I did. Hard. Chipped a tooth and ruined the device.
Round two. I bought another one. 180 GB. GB must stand for Great Buy because boy was it ever! And Salesman Ted was real nice. Even though the unknown company that makes the iPod made a profit of $546 million in the fourth quarter of our fiscal year, they don't act like it. Sure, $10 billion in annual profits could go to a guy's head, but not Salesman Ted's! Once I got it, I started fiddling around with the thing... it's a DAT player! I love DAT tapes. So I tried to put one in, but there was no hole. Not even a slot. The thing was defective. So, DAT-less, I returned it.
Needless to say, I was pretty upset. All that time, money, and energy wasted, and I wanted answers. So I looked up who makes the player. Turns out it's made by some company that sells apples! No wonder it didn't work! You can't stick a DAT in an apple, how can they expect us to put one in these pods? I guess everyone is just too embarrassed to return theirs, but not me. They even sold 5.3 million Macintosh "computers" (new breed of apple) this quarter. They sure do love those apples. And for the record, it's a bushel, not a pod. What a company!
P.J. Harvey has released a B-sides compilation album called The Peel Sessions. These are recordings from broadcaster John Peel's BBC radio show dating from 1991 to 2004. The album serves as a tribute to the late legendary John Peel, who some people might compare to Rodney Bingenheimer, except more English and less flamboyant. John Peel introduced many underground bands such as The Smiths, The Fall, and New Order into the mainstream. He also served as navigator to the now-deceased pirate radio station, Radio London. John Peel made quite an impact on PJ Harvey's life as a friend and mentor; "Throughout my time of knowing him we kept in touch and sent postcards. Whenever I demo'd a new record I'd send it to him. I always wanted to know his opinion on things because I think he had really great taste." The Peel Sessions was recently released on the second-year anniversary of his death, October 25. He died in Cuzco, Peru alongside his wife. What a way to go.
In other news, P.J. Harvey has begun working with Flood and John Parish to create her new album a la manage a troi; no, that's not what it's called, but it would be interesting. The album will be more piano-based, and hopefully P.J. Harvey will roll around on top of it pulling her hair out. Release date for this album is not available.
The full tracklisting is for The Peel Sessions:
1. Oh My Lover
5. Naked Cousin
6. Wang Dang Doodle
7. Losing Ground
9. That Was My Veil
10. This Wicked Tongue
11. Beautiful Feeling
John Peel Tribute 16.12.04
12. You Come Through