Sunday, April 30, 2017 KSFR, Santa Fe, NM Webcasting! 10 p.m. to midnight Sundays Mountain Time Host: Steve Terrell 101.1 FM
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OPENING THEME: Let It Out (Let it All Hang Out) by The Hombres
Things I Seen by Cool Ghouls
Too Many Girls by Mystery Lights
Tonight by The Sex Organs
Death of an Angel by Destination Lonely
Death's Head Tattoo by Mark Lannegan
Frightened by The Fall
Kill My Baby by Nick Curran & The Lowlifes
Hooky Wooky by Lou Reed VOODOO SET
Must Be Voodoo by The Vagoos
It's Your Voodoo Working by Samantha Fish
Voodoo Woman by Bobby Goldsboro
Voodoo Queen Marie by The Du-Tells
Evil Hoodoo by The Seeds
Papa Legba by Pops Staples with The Talking Heads
Mojo Mama by Wilson Pickett
Voodoo Party by Tabby Thomas (You like Voodoo songs too? CLICK HERE)
Stubsaugerbaby by Blind Butcher
Dance Commander by Electric Six
Cosmic Shiva by Nina Hagen
My Roommate by Village People
Sunday Routine by Boss Hog
Can't Wake Myself Up by Laino & Broken Seeds
Grab as Much as You Can by The Black Angels
Black Feather by Lynx Lynx
Whettin' My Knife by The Ghost Wolves
The Point is Overflowing by Left Lane Cruiser
Bad Attitude by Lisa Germano
Hell Yeah by Neil Diamond
Lumpy Gravy by The Persuasions CLOSING THEME: Over the Rainbow by Jerry Lee Lewis
Friday, April 28, 2017 KSFR, Santa Fe, NM Webcasting! 10 p.m. to midnight Fridays Mountain Time Host: Steve Terrell 101.1 FM
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OPENING THEME: Buckaroo by Buck Owens
Snowflake by Jim Reeves
Highway Patrol by Junior Brown
My Life's Been a Pleasure by Merle Haggard, Willie Nelson & Ray Price
Children of the Lord by Slim Cessna's Auto Club
Snatch It and Grab It by Deke Dickerson
Tub Gut Stomp and Red-Eyed Soul by Shinyribs
Keep the Home Fires Burnin' by Sarah Shook & The Disarmers
The Way We Are by Jesse Dayton
Winterlude by Bob Dylan
Diesel Smoke Dangerous Curves by Red Simpson
Out of Control by Last Mile Ramblers
Shotgun Boogie by Sleepy LaBeef
Don Houston by Slackeye Slim
7 Devils by The Goddam Gallows
$30 Room by Dave Alvin
Silver Tongue by Modern Mal
Every Night About This Time by Rachel Brooke
Blind Man's Penis by Ramsey Kearney
Feed the Family by Possessed by Paul James
Queen of Skid Row by Luke Gibbons
The Fastest Growing Heartache in the West by Ringo Starr
It's Not Right by John Wagner
Big Mouth By Nikki Lane
Desperate and Depressed by Margo Price
Thirty Nine and Holding by Jerry Lee Lewis
Horny by Zeno Tornado & The Boney Google Brothers
OK Cupid by Phoebe Legere
As Soon As I Hang Up the Phone by Loretta Lynn & Conway Twitty
Digital Radio by Lauria
I'm Tellin' You by John Prine & Holly Williams
Talking to the Dead by Stephanie Hatfield
Tall Buildings by John Hartford
You Coulda Walked Around the World by Butch Hancock
Same God by Calamity Cubes CLOSING THEME: Comin' Down by The Meat Puppets
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A version of this was published in The Santa Fe New Mexican April 28, 2017
With all the recent news of right-wing nationalism coming out of Europe, it’s refreshing to know that good old-fashioned garage-punk and other subversive stuff is still going strong on the old continent. In fact, my two favorite European music labels — Voodoo Rhythm from Switzerland and Off Label Records from Germany — have been flooding the market with wild, rocking trashy sounds.
Here’s a look at six albums I’ve been enjoying lately — and no, there are few, if any, overtly political songs among this batch. Just songs of love, sex, fun … all those things the authoritarians hate.
* Heat Wave by The Vagoos. This fuzz-loving Bavarian quartet is a prolific bunch. This is their
third Off Label release since 2014 and, like their self-titled debut and their six-song EP follow-up, Love You, it’s full of raging, no-frills, hook-heavy guitar rock.
My favorites here include the opener, “Fidget,” which sets a properly urgent pace; “Must Be Voodoo,” partly because I tend to like songs with “voodoo” in the title; “Mint Island,” which features a Yardbirds-style rave-up guitar solo; and “Golden Key,” maybe the fastest and most furious number in an album full of frantic songs. Just listening to it makes me sweat.
But though the breakneck rockers are their specialty, The Vagoos also can play it slow and (kind of) pretty, as they prove on songs like “Hideaway” (somebody’s been listening to The Pixies) and “The Order of Laissez Faire,” which reminds me of The Black Lips (who should be releasing a new album any day now).
* The Dust I Own by Laino & Broken Seeds. Andrea Laino is a guitar-playing, harmonica-blowing Italian fellow, but on a trip to New York four years ago in which, according to his press material, he spent some time “in a smoky blues bar on the Upper West Side,” he became obsessed with American blues.
With that inspiration still burning, he came up with a stripped down, blues-based rock sound to amaze and delight. On the Off Label release Dust, Laino is backed by drummer Gaetano Alfonsi and occasional guests.
The song “Fate of a Gambler,” with its distorted guitar and primitive beat, is in itself worth the price of admission. I’m also fond of “Can’t Wake Myself Up,” which Laino himself describes as an “homage to psychedelia. An homage to the fascinating and terrifying sensation you have when you’re convinced that dreams can go on during the daytime.” It sounds as if this “dream” was highly influenced by Bo Diddley. On the mellower side, the album ends with a sweet cover of Mississippi John Hurt’s “Pay Day.”
* 7 by Lynx Lynx. This is another garage-bred German quartet. While many of their tunes are just as unrelentingly thunderous as those of their Off Label labelmates, The Vagoos (I’m talking about songs like the opener, “Get Straight,” “99 Things,” and, best of all, “Who Shot the Druggies”), Lynx Lynx also has a distinct softer side.
You can hear that on the folk-influenced “Coast of Wasted Youth,” the almost two-minute instrumental called “Swörds, Part II” (a soundtrack to some imaginary German horror movie?), and the heavy reverb of “Black Feather,” which features what the band accurately calls “cheap ’70s drum computer noise” behind what sounds like a classic ’60s slow-dance melody.
* Death of an Angel by Destination Lonely. When I describe the sound of this French trio as “monstrous,” that’s a compliment. They sound a lot like their Voodoo Rhythm stablemates and veteran (30 years and going strong!) garage-punkers, The Monsters. I’m sure that fact didn’t escape head Monster and Voodoo Rhythm chief Reverend Beat-Man when he signed them.
Like The Monsters, Destination Lonely is fast, loud, and raunchy, with a sincere affection for distorted vocals and guitar. Plus, they’ve got a good sense of rock ’n’ roll history.
Besides covering a song by 1990s Ohio psychobillies, The Gibson Bros (the opener, “Dirt Preacher”), the title song is a cover of a spooky 1955 hit by Donald Woods and The Vel-Aires. (I first heard the song as performed on a live album by The Kingsmen.) This new version has a spookhouse electric organ that sounds like it’s being played by Del Shannon’s zombie.
* Alawalawa by Blind Butcher. Back in the late ’70s, I believed, deep in my heart, that disco sucked
— except for maybe a few songs like Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive” and The Village People’s “My Roommate.”
But this album by a Swiss duo is making me rethink that. Actually, Blind Butcher sounds like an illegitimate demon offspring of disco and punk.
I’m reminded of bands like Electric Six (remember the song “Danger! High Voltage” from 2003?) as well as some ’80s New Wave acts like Nina Hagen. Blind Butcher, I bet, could do an amazing cover of “Cosmic Shiva.” They’ve already got the German language down. And the irresistible opening track, “Staubsaugerbaby” (“Vacuum Cleaner Baby”), is cosmic in itself.
*Intergalactic Sex Tour by The Sex Organs. OK, so this a shtick-laden goof — two guys, a guitarist and a drummer, dressed up like cartoon or perhaps Cubist versions of actual sex organs. (They’re not realistic looking. I don’t think the drummer is in any danger of being grabbed by President Trump.)
“They traveled light-years across the universe on a mission to planet earth to bring YOU their special inter-galactic brand of SEX & ROLL,” their press release says. Most of the songs are introduced by dramatized radio reports of the invasion. And many of the song titles can’t be printed in a family newspaper like ours.
Yeah, The Sex Organs are dumb. But they’re good, dumb, dirty fun. They’ve got the two-man band sound down as they bash away at these catchy, if filthy, tunes. And the last song, a five-minute instrumental that slowly builds from a primitive stomp into a cosmic-orgasmic free-jazz-like frenzy is actually pretty impressive.
Some videos for yas
Here's The Vagoos from Heat Wave.
My favorite Laino song
From the new Lynx Lynx
The title song from Destination Lonely's new album
Claudine Clark can definitely be considered a one-hit wonder.
The R&B belter, who turned 76 yesterday, had a big hit back in 1962 with a song called "Party Lights."
The song, written by the Georgia-born, Philadelphia-raised Clark herself was about a poor kid whose oppressive, over-restrictive mother wouldn't allow her to go across the street to a big shindig where they were doing the twist, the fish, the mashed potatoes ...
I see the lights, I see the party lights They're red and blue and green Everybody in the crowd is there But you won't let me make a scene
The fish?
Not great poetry, but there was something so raw, so desperate in Clark's voice, you couldn't help but feel for the poor teen and the grave injustice she suffered.
Listen to the party, mama!
But like the girl in her own song, Clark for most of her career was forced to witness the fun from afar.
She went on to record more songs, including the follow-up to "Party Lights," a fun little romp called "Walkin' Through a Cemetery." Listen close, especially toward the end. It sounds as if she had Yoko Ono sitting on background vocals. I believe this should have been an even bigger hit than "Party Lights." But it didn't work out that way.
Subsequent Claudine releases didn't fare much better, though to my ears, tunes like "The Telephone Game" were just as good as lots of the other proto-soul tunes that dominated the charts in the early '60s.
And "Dancin' Party" sounds like a social even her mother finally allowed her to attend.
Clark even tried changing her name, recording as "Joy Dawn" on songs like "Hang it Up."
It's been almost two years since Wacky Wednesday explored the magical world of the Golden Throats.
"What is a Golden Throat?," you may ask. As I explained before:
Back in the '80s and '90s, when Rhino Records was actually a cool label, they released a series of albums called Golden Throats. These nutball compilations featured movie and TV stars, sports heroes and every stripe of cheesy celebrity singing ham-fisted versions of songs they had no business singing ...
Indeed, William Shatner is the Elvis of the Golden Throats. But the artists below might just be the Fabian, Frankie Avalon, and ... oh, I don't know. That metaphor is failing faster than a Golden Throat song.
Let's start off with Shaquille O'Neal. I'm pretty sure the "skillz" he's rapping about aren't musical.
William Shatner wasn't the only Golden Throat on the Starship Enterprise. Here's a little Spock Country.
