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From the Vault: Cosmic Psychos

 

The Cosmic Psycho’s album Blokes You Can Trust is sheer gold from deep in the WOBC vault-mine.  The Australian punk band is hanging by their threads to keep playing.  Their ’91 album, off of Amphetamine Reptile Records was the first with guitarist Robbie ‘Rocket’ Watts, who died in 2006.

This one’s Angst with a capital A for sure. There’s a lot of easy, definitely relatable lyrics here. But these hard-drinking vulgarians from Melbourne are closet poets. In “Elle”, the last track on the album, we get ‘I see you standing on the boat, shedding your clothes to stay afloat’, while the back vocalist groans, ‘Break my arm, break heart, tear my shirt’.

The rest is a little less romantic.  ‘Back at School’ is nice, moshy and grimey.  Jump up and down for ‘Just good to be back at school’.  Tons of shredding.  ‘Loser’ and ‘Nightshift’ follow suit.  Come into WOBC’s vault for a listen!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-v7nRiUMoU

 

From the Vault, vol. 274

WOBC has a lot of records. It’s a well-known fact that if you line up all the vinyl the WOBC vault has, it will circle the equator three times. If you stacked all of the records on top of each other, you will reach the exosphere. The weight of all of our vinyl will crush the Eiffel Tower. The combined speed of the RPM of our vinyl is enough to go back in time. So what to do with all these records? Well, sometimes they sit around on the third floor of Wilder — lonely… unseen… untouched. Sometimes, though, they get taken out and played on air! And sometimes, they’re corralled and examined and analyzed by “Vinyl Workgroup,” or “those geeky losers.” Well here’s a quick sampling of stuff you might not know is in the WOBC vault…

So the vault has, among other things, an incredible selection of Anthony Braxton records, something like 10 or 15 of his most important stuff from the 70s and 80s. This is fantastic. “For Alto” was maybe his first big record, from 1968 — it’s more than an hour of just him and a saxophone. An alto saxophone. I’m bad at writing about music I like, so I’ll just give it to you. This one is “To Pianist Cecil Taylor.” (We have some of Cecil in the vault too.)

Anthony Braxton – To Pianist Cecil Taylor

There’s this section at the end of all the pop stuff that’s called “Anthologies.” Mostly it’s record companies in the 60s and 70s sending samples of their artists to WOBC. Warner and Reprise happened to do one of these in 1971 called, for whatever reason, “Non-Dairy Creamer.” There’s usually a reason these people needed some extra publicity on the labels’ parts, but it’s always a great artifact. Here’s a prog-rock band called “Curved Air,” and it quickly becomes pretty obvious that the song is called “It Happened Today.”

Curved Air – It Happened Today

Clarence Clemons made a solo album. He actually apparently made quite a few, and of course in the vast ocean of mostly anonymous, mostly mediocre 80s rock the vault contains it would stand to reason that you’d find a Clarence Clemons solo album. This one is from his debut effort, with “The Red Bank Rockers.” This song’s called “A Man in Love,” and yeah, it kind of sounds like Springsteen. It’s not bad.

Clarence Clemons – A Man in Love

WOBC DJs — there’s more in the vault that awaits your discovery!

The Name Game – Pop’s List of the Week 10/15

p-pop b-bop banana nana bo-bop POP!!! This week is names….roll call!!!

1. Stacey Grove – Marc Bolan & Tyrannosaurus Rex

::: So self-indulgent! This song evokes the classic ‘nice guys finish last’ archetype in a draining, mundane manner. That Stacey Grove must be quite the catch for Bolan to refer to her by her actual name instead of some weirdo 70’s sweet talk. Then again, I think most of us would prefer to partake in some hot love rather than have him get our name straight.

2. Angie – The Rolling Stones

::: The name Angie has never sounded so tragic.  It evokes memories of crying in my car after saying goodbye to my great love.  Just kidding, it only reminds me of the fact that I’ve never had a great love to say goodbye to.  Great song–what a jam.

3. Jocasta – Noah and The Whale

::: I like this song mostly for the clapping.

4. Madeline – Yo La Tengo

::: Slow and sad, but has a warmth to it that still brings a smile to my face.

5. Jasmine – Jai Paul

::: THIS SONG IS HOT. LIKE, REALLY HOT. THERE ISN’T MUCH ELSE TO SAY OTHER THAN HOW HOT THIS SONG IS

6. Vanessa – Grimes

::: Grimes is the queen of pop and the intergalactic princess.  You already love her and you probably already love this song so go ahead and give it another play.  Vanessa is pretty cool too. GRIMEZ4EVR.

FROM THE VAULT: Fantastic Plastic Machine – beautiful

the most beautiful.

Fantastic Plastic Machine – Black Dada

Fantastic Plastic Machine – LOVE is Psychedelic

Tomoyuki Tanaka, better known by his stage name FANTASTIC PLASTIC MACHINE (or FPM) was once a prominent electronic music artist in the late nineties, piggy-backing off the novelty music fad known as Shibuya-kei. Created singlehandedly by Pizzicato Five, Shibuya-kei was an ironic form of pop taking cues from swinging London, Burt Bacharach, Serge Gainsbourg, and every producer driven act in sixties Europe. It died almost as quickly as it appeared.

FPM chugged along, churning out two successful shibuya-kei style albums, his self-titled debut and Luxury, a sort of bizarre concept album about commercialism. Soon he shifted from quirky, retro-pop artist into super-DJ-mega-club-house-producer. beautiful. (period included!) released in 2001, vividly represents this change.

A sort of mish-mash of 70s pop and club-soul, beautiful. is a weirdly hyper-produced album. Absurd orchestral arrangements over a battery of cut-up samples, insane lyrics that are entirely non-sequitirs, thumping club beats, grating midi strings, and porn grooves dominate. Beginning with a weird vocal sample that intones, “I, AM BEAUTIFUL”, the album opener, beautiful days, sets the tone: a summery, up-tempo club song with cheesy strings played on a keyboard. A deep voiced man and woman sing about memories, childhood and other such nonsense. This continues consistently until they recite the word BEAUTIFUL ad nauseum. It’s so annoying that it becomes stunning. Continue reading FROM THE VAULT: Fantastic Plastic Machine – beautiful