Oh, Mission of Burma, what have you done?
In a few short years, the hallowed history of ancient Boston indie-rock has gone from "you hadda be there" to "you've gotta be kidding me." Sure, it seemed like a great idea at the time: we got to live out some fantasies by seeing Burma at Lili's, the Pixies at the Paradise, the Lou Barlow Dinosaur at Avalon.
The question about the infamous Cramps gig at the Napa State Mental Hospital isn't so much who in their right mind let the band in -- it's who in the hell let them back out?
WATCH: The Cramps, "Human Fly (Napa State Mental Hospital, 1978)"
WATCH: the Misfits, "Halloween (live)"
Whether its gathering them like a
sorcerer to conjure
strange and strangely moving incantations, or collecting
them to make statements in support for file-sharing, Halsey Burgund is obsessed with the
human voice, and what it can tell us about ourselves.
He uses the voices he records —
strangers’ voices, talking about the things nearest to them, be they profound
or mundane — like instruments, and the compositions he creates with them,
woven together with evocative and atmospheric music, make him one of the most
singular and intriguing artists at work in Boston today.
The Sean-era White Zombie was pretty great, especially up until and right after MTV caught on. They still hadn't completely shook off the gravedust of the downtown art scene -- Rob Zombie hadn't graduated to real props yet, just Pee Wee's Playhouse-sized cartoon cutouts -- and, um, La Sexorcisto was pretty monstrous. The Manson video is top-5 dead or alive -- crunk + goth turned out to be pretty prescient, and the song is way better than the Rihanna version.
As songs about vampires go, "Bela Lugosi's Dead" isn't really enough work for even one ghoul, let alone like seven dudes. But if you're going to put Nine Inch Nails on the road with Peter Murphy and TV on the Radio, you know you're gonna eventually end up with some kind of dreadful, hands-across-America version of the goth national anthem.
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Just when you thought moons-in-June love songs had lost their lustre, Boston's the Channels spin the solar system into a picture-perfect metaphor for unrequited desire.?xml:namespace>
Is the singer from My Chemical Romance trying to look like Billy Corgan? Why would a human being do such a thing? More pertinent question: we understand why young persons would go apeshit for some emo band's classic-rock move -- plus it's Halloween, children like costumes -- but what was with all the old people at Axis last night? "Honey, get a babysitter: we're going to see My Chem!" Weirdness.
Ahh, the classics. Halloween and garage-rock go together like Monoman and getting old and fat. The Mummies, a bunch of lo-fried fratrockerz wrapped in toilet paper, are the band Rob Zombie always wanted to be -- or at least wanted to be for like three weeks in the '90s when Geffen made the mistake of giving him own label, remember that? -- and some of you probably haven't seen the video for "Monster Mash," nor will you ever need to again, but the dude playing drums with the fibulas and the grim reaper on bass is pretty crucial.
Deja vu all over again: Who at Garden
Petra: keeping her mouth shut.
Not like we can afford satellite radio or anything, but thanks to Sirius's freebie campaign we heard Pete Townshend walk off the Howard Stern show this morning in a huff, after Robin made mention of those old child-porn charges (like we're supposed to forget about 'em just because he was acquitted
Quick, before Google takes them down: it's the first annual (and maybe the last) OTD Halloween video countdown. We're posting two a day through October 31. Suggestions welcome in the comments. Today: Slayer and Elvira circa 1988; Wu-Tang/Prince Paul horror-rap collabo circa early-'90s:
WATCH: Slayer, "South of Heaven" (via YouTube)
Image: Bradley's Almanac
Broken Social Scene covered Dinosaur Jr. at their semi-secret Brandeis U show last week. Bradley's was there and upped the whole set, then pointed us at some YouTube links:
2. Boston blogger Rbally is packing it in -- which is bad news for all of us who've come to rely on him for our torrent-length live-show downloading.
DOWNLOAD: Gwen Stefani, "Wind It Up" (mp3, via Beauty N The Beat)
Gwen Stefani leaked her new Neptunes-produced single "Wind It Up" to radio in NYC and LA this morning, pimping the December 5 release of her second solo disc The Sweet Escape and officially beginning the windup to the '06 Christmas shopping season.
You have probably heard by now about the 45-minute long track that James Murphy a/k/a LCD Soundsystem did for Nike as an iTunes-only download intended for people who run (presumably, for people who run in Nike sneakers). We were very surprised about this because we've seen James Murphys tummy and we never would have guessed him for a runner, let alone a .
Sooooooo . . . we'll try this again. Last time we posted an unreleased Snowleopards song, the Boston Music Awards named it song of the year or something. We're back with another, and it's rock and fucking roll. We fed it into the Lester Bangsinator and here's what it said: "Heidi Saperstein sexes Zeppelin banshee wail up with the Stooges' troglodyte stomp until the juice runs down my leg."
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Clone yourself. We don't know what to tell you. Possibly you've already seen the Spank Rock DJ team and so can somehow justify missing XXXChange & Rockwell tear shit up tonight at Paper.