Showing posts with label Douchemaster. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Douchemaster. Show all posts

Apr 13, 2012

GENTLEMAN JESSE "Leaving Atlanta" LP

     Maybe it's just me but judging from the cover of Gentleman Jesse's new album, Leaving Atlanta, it seems there are some changes afoot compared to his previous records.
     First off that 70's porn star mustache he was sporting for awhile has been shorn. No big deal there though because the 70's porn mustache has ran it's course and, unless one is seeking a gig in, well 70's porn or in a print ad for cigarettes, there isn't much use for one as both are either long gone except for Tumblr pages and other obscure parts of the internet.
     The thing that concerned this writer more was the dropping of "the Men". Gentleman Jesse (Smith) has established himself as a someone who can put together a catchy hook and clever wordsmith but fear struck that maybe he decided to go all singer/songwriter and had decided some kinda James Taylor thing would suit him best.
     If he did chose to go in such a direction though one couldn't really blame him though as he had gone through the past few years. Getting smashed in the face and suffering a broken nose while acting as a good Samaritan as well as having 5 friends die over the last couple of years like he did would make anyone pondering where life is leading them and consider being a bit more sedate and a lot more introspective.
     For those smitten with smiles & wrinkle free ties Merseybeat pop crispness meet the dirty & frayed cuff and scarred southern charm of his previous records need not fret. The sound of the men are gone just in name and, with the addition of the occasional electric piano/organ blips and doubled up guitar interplay, the songs sound a bit more fortified and beefed up (in a good way) than on previous outings.
     Album opener,  "Eat Me Alive", sounds like the Chords if they had had a Buddy Holly jones instead of studying the Jam's This Is The Modern World a little too much and could have gotten Richard Gottehrer to produce. Add King Louie Bankston, a guy who knows his way around a loud and catchy pop song as his time with the Exploding Hearts and last year's Missing Monuments album showed, blowing a bit of harmonica and contributing his croaky croon, to the track and the album comes out of the gate at a good pace.
     Another thing that hasn't changed is Jesse's observation of being unlucky at love (or at least just bad luck when choosing who to love) as most of the songs prove here and like the those songs from the proceeding records he may be bummed out by the situation the songs upbeat tempo's and chiming Rickenbacker sounds make it feel like everything is all easy come easy go.
     While the "...And His Men" album sounded like it was tailor made for being the opening act of a Tom Petty or Cheap Trick tour in 1978 the songs are a bit more varied here style-wise that the usual standard power pop revisionist go to tricks. While all the songs are bright and sweet like bowl full of fruit punch with a bit of spike from someone dumping a 5th of cheap ass vodka into them tracks like "You Give Me Shivers" and "Rooting For The Underdog" are pub rock you can pogo to, "Word Gets Around" resembles an outtake from Elvis Costello's RnB dabblings on Get Happy and "Covering Up My Tracks" could qualify as one of the most decent boys dream of dating Ronettes/Shangri-Las type of tune since Johnny stole Joey's girlfriend.
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Jul 19, 2010

MISSING MONUMENTS "Black Rainbow" 7inch

No matter what style of music King Louie Bankston decides to delve in be it southern fried rock with his Loose Diamonds, the full on garage trash like he did when he joined forces with Eric Oblivian and Jay Reatard (who passing they pay tribute to on the insert with a pic of the band dumping out beers in his honor) in the Bad Times, dirtbag power-pop in the Black Rose Band and a list that can go on and from his rural blues one band man to the Exploding Hearts to scum metal (and pretty much everything in between....except for maybe cool jazz and some techno thing-but who knows maybe he even has projects like those in the works or at least in his head too) it never sounds like genre hopping. Mainly because when Louie sets out to do something he does it in his own Louie way putting his stamp (and usually his stomp too) all over it.
For the Missing Monuments it's sounds like Louie and crew have time traveled Collegetown USA 1985 and got jobs at the record store where they argue the merits of the Feelies "Crazy Rhythms" vs. "The Good Earth" (Ya know-the downtown NYC oddballs vs. the rustic tin shed dwellers), scoff at people who buy Monkees records out of the 25cent bin (while being silently pissed they didn't find them first) and telling the Replacements new found jock audience how Tommy Ramone's production on "Tim" makes them sound more like the Jefferson Starship than America's next best Rock-n-Roll band (to which the jocks reply "Starship rocks" and then threaten to kick their punk new wave faggot asses if they ever see them at a kegger party).
Recorded on what sounds like a budget of $200 bucks (and half of it spent on whatever the popular regional cheap beer was) you get two ragged but right songs here full of frayed and cotton pilled flannel jangle and cigarette burned twang, copped from 1960's Top 40 soul hit basslines, hoarse & boozy choruses and wondering what would've happened if they went on to be produced by Nick Lowe or Mitch Easter.
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Jun 25, 2010

TIMMY'S ORGANISM "I'm On A Hunt" 7inch

If you've just heard the whispers on the street and are wondering if they're true-YES! This is Timmy V.Lamp Vulgar doing something along the lines of something somewhat normal Rock-n-Roll. What you need to realize though is that "normal Rock-n-Roll" in the always churning and always oddly colored mind that is Mr. Timmy isn't necessarily what someone like Dick Clark or some dick on the FM rock station think when they hear such a description.
With the basic butt shaking boogie groove that has launched a billion songs about since Chuck Berry scored his first hit about girls at least a decade younger than himself over half almost three quarters a century ago being pummeled and battered to match the surrounds Tim walks through on a daily basis-"I'm On A Hunt" is on a scent that'll eventually soothe the savage beast. The beat takes on the job of a lumbering machine that creaks from years of rust but stand out of it's way while moving because it will take off any limb that it catches while Guitars lines randomly spill & splatter blood and battery acid in every direction and Timmy howls about a search fueled by desperation and lust.
Side two's "Don't Forget Your Pretty Stare" is a heartfelt ballad that Bowie wishes he would wrote after he was done tapping Iggy's well for ideas on The Idiot if only either of them had the hindsight as well as the weird look into the backwards future that Timmy possesses.
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