by Tom Hallett
We’re back with more CD/DVD reviews here at the ‘Dial, where it seems that the fruits (and, of course, a few unwelcome veggies) of music’s summer growing season are being delivered by the ton. In the coming weeks, we’ll check out new releases from scads of your old faves, new up-and-comers, reissues, and maybe even a homemade video or two. In the meantime, let’s not waste anymore time—here’s this week’s round-up:
QUOTE OF THE WEEK: “I felt that people like Rod Stewart had let us down.
There was never any relationship between the group and their fans. It was like
they sold out.” — Mick Jones of the Clash
SONG OF THE WEEK: “World Up My Ass” — The Circle Jerks
The Supersuckers
Live In Anaheim (DVD)
Mid-Fi Field Recordings, Vol. 3
(Mid-Fi Field Recordings, 2004)
Eddie
Spaghetti, Rontrose Heathman, Dan “Thunder” Bolton, and drummer
Mike Murderburger lay down all the expected Supersucker pandemonium during this
fast-paced, blistering, live rock ’n’ roll stage performance, recorded
during a whirlwind recent tour at both The House Of Blues and The Casbah clubs.
Here you’ll find fiery readings of a whole passel of your faves, including
“Pretty Fucked Up” (“... she used to be pretty, but now she’s
pretty fucked up ...”), “I Want The Drugs,” “Bad, Bad,
Bad,” “One Cigarette Away,” and the by-now classic “Born
With A Tail.” All silliness aside (which is hard to do, considering the
fact that the band gleefully mocks itself at every available turn—I mean,
come on, Eddie Spaghetti? Snobs these cats are not.), this is one outfit that,
despite a Minute Man-ish devotion to road life, complete ignorance of their
material by radio and conventional TV, and an unhealthy predilection for the
very essence of sin, have managed to overcome the cheesy pitfalls that destroy
many a band and morph into one of the tightest rock combos you’ll find
working the circuit today. Bonuses include a hilarious self-interview of the
’Suckers by Spaghetti (he asks each member, including a “trick photog”
version of himself, two questions: “If you could have one of two superpowers—being
able to fly, or being invisible—which would it be? And would you use the
power for good or evil?”) as well as a free audio CD of a country show,
which includes the tracks “Dead In The Water,” “Double Wide,”
“Creepy Jackalope Eye,” and an absolutely amazing rendition of The
Commodores’ “Sail On.” A must-have for fans, and a great introduction
to a band that’s not afraid to howl: “You know, I’m in league
with Satan/And you know, there can be no debatin’/My hell-bound trail/I
was born with a tail...” Long live the Supersuckers!!
Margaret Barry
I Sang Through The Fairs
(Rounder Records, 2004)
The
life and times of Irish street singer Margaret Barry are celebrated on this
new release from The Alan Lomax Collection’s Portrait Series, which focuses
on in-depth studies of folk artists the late musicologist recorded around the
world. Barry, who’s usually labeled “traditional,” here displays
some of the wide-ranging and deeply profound influences that led to her musical
career. Smart, candid photos and lovingly-penned liner notes accompany this
package, and would be worth the cover price without the accompanying CD. Thankfully,
the whole story, both audio and visual, is here for your information and enjoyment.
Fiercely loyal to family and friends, Barry took a great deal of inspiration
from her relatives and ancestors, bringing new life to ancient Irish folk ballads
as well as spinning the yarns of her own childhood, youth and adulthood into
fantastic, banjo-augmented story-songs. Intermittent interview segments with
Lomax reveal a gentle, dream-inspired soul beneath the coarse, outer pub-singer
persona she adopted to survive. From the heartbreaking opening notes of “My
Lagan-Love” to the intricate, slide-like strumming of “Me Mother
Is Dying,” right through to the spoken-word intro to the title track (“My
heart was delighted when I went through the fairs ... and then, it’s not
alone that I used to do it,” she winks in her thick brogue, and you just
want to hear her reminisce and rattle on all night long ...), this collection
truly brings to life not only the fascinating musical world of Barry, but preserves
for all time a huge chunk of Irish pop culture/folk history. Though she passed
on in 1989, she leaves behind a monumental contribution to music, her one true
love. In 1953, she’d composed her own epitaph, a paragraph that encapsulates
both the essence of her own life and that of many of her devout fans: “The
thing is, I never was really in love. Only with one thing—that was singing
and music...I’m sure you’ve traveled a lot of the country. Yet you
never met anyone like me—that could say I never loved a man—only
the one thing I’m in love with, and that’s the music.” Amen.
The Tragically Hip
In Between Evolution
(Zoe Records, 2004)
Canadian rockers The Tragically Hip may still be best known to commercial radio
listeners as those Canuck one-hit wonders who scraped the charts back in the
day with the catchy, jangly FM nugget “New Orleans Is Sinkin’,”
but to those in the know, this hard-scrabble northern quintet have quite a respectable
back catalog and inevitably deliver one-two punch live gigs that never fail
to please. Robby Baker, Gordon Downie, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois and Gord Sinclair
have been touring and recording for over two decades now, and that dedication
shines through on In Between Evolution, their recent, Adam Kaspar (Foo
Fighters, Queens Of The Stone Age, Pearl Jam)-produced effort. As Kaspar so
astutely notes in the band’s press kit, “If the Rolling Stones and
REM were to have sex, the result would be a five-headed baby called the Tragically
Hip.” And they prove it right off the bat, with the gut-churning, power-chord-laden
opener, “Heaven Is A Better Place Today.” And the rock just keeps
a rollin’: “Summer’s Killing Us” slams out into the
ether with a crash of the cymbals, the pound of the toms, and Downie yelping,
“Summer’s killing us, it’s just sing, sing, sing all day/It’s
as if summer just exists in her praises...” “Nashville Every Night”
eases in like a half-lidded stoner buddy edging up to the bar next to you: “He
said, fuck this, and fuck that/And this guy’s the diplomat/Stares into
the blur of the tuner lights/It can’t be Nashville every night ...”
and “New Orleans Is Beat” finally addresses that ol’ one-hit
wonder with a gorgeous, starry-night elegy that puts anything the aforementioned
REM have done in over a decade to shame: “Your smile is fading a bit so
I ration it/Don’t think about it/Here where the Mississippi quits/Where
it’s still got a bit of Minnesota in it...and if New Orleans is beat,
where’s that leave you and me?” If The Tragically Hip are still
In Between Evolution, I can’t wait to hear the fully realized beast that’s
surely lurking inside this rock ’n’ roll animal. Great stuff.
 East
Virginia Blues
The Secret History Of Rock And Roll
When The Sun Goes Down Series
(Bluebird/BMG - 2004)
This collection of original or very early versions of classic Appalachian and
honky tonk songs, many of which were later covered by such musical luminaries
as Johnny Cash, Elvis Presley, The Beatles, Kurt Cobain and Bob Dylan, showcases
some of America’s most vital, influential music. From the obvious (The
Carter Family, covering the title track) to the curious (The Blue Sky Boys’
rendition of “In The Hills Of Roane County,” a true story about
a family murder in Roane County, Tennessee), to the essential (The Hall Brothers’
1938 take on “Constant Sorrow,” a cut which presaged the better-known
Stanley Brothers version by 10 years, and J.E. Mainer’s Mountaineer’s
early run-through of “The Longest Train,” which eventually became
the “In The Pines” of Leadbelly/Cobain fame),  this
collection is well worth the duckets for any serious music collector. The factoids
and accompanying photos make for interesting and eyebrow-raising perusal—particularly
the sometimes grim and gruesome details behind such standards as “Tom
Dooley,” “Frankie And Johnny,” and “Wreck Of The Old
97”—and the superior production here provide both a wonderful visual
and a satisfying audio experience. It’s kinda like kindergarten in the
School Of Rock, dude. You won’t know what’s going on in sixth grade
when you plug that electric twanger in if’n you don’t pay attention
to your lessons now ...
That’s it for me this week, gang. Tune in next time for more new CD/DVD
reviews. Until we meet again—make yer own damn news.||
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