Slate recently wrote a story titled “In Defense of Rap Rock” that, for some reason, never mentioned Faith No More, or Korn, or Body Count, or The Beastie Boys. Sigh.
Now, it’s certainly nowhere near my favorite genre of music but, every now and again, I find myself with a bit of a need for a little more testosterone than can be found by listening to my Low
The “in your face” thing is so over the top and the affected masculinity makes 80’s hair rock look subtle… but, dang. Sometimes you just need to scratch that particular itch. This video from the Icelandic band Quarashi
I don’t want to live in a world where this is the only kinda thing that they play on the radio… but it provides one hell of a pleasing (if guiltily) alternative when one has the space to throw some proverbial ‘bows. (Warning: This is not the worksafe version of the song. Use headphones if in a situation where this sort of thing will get you looked at.)
quarashi stick en up by illhugo
Edit: And I forgot to ask!
So… what are you listening to?
I admit:
I was in a mood last night. I spent some time listening to Megadeth. I had remembered them as being “heavy metal”. Listening last night I was surprised at how radio friendly they actually are.
I mean, seriously, if those songs were released today, they’d get airplay on the so-called “rock” station.
Well, *now* I’m listening to “Surprise, You’re Dead”.
Angel Dust is an album for the recommendation file, I tell you what.
I’m listening to the first Undertones record, which I bought last week and still think is great, even after all these years:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_Axli2C5ew
Also a very entertaining band from Rome called Guida that are sort of a fake late 70s glam band (from 2011):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PpgGARFNPA&feature=related
I don’t know that the idea of the album will get a lot of traction here, but right now (at this moment!) I’m listening to the new live album by Wynton Marsalis and Eric Clapton, which is kind of a 1930s era Louis Armstrong meets old Robert Johnson. It makes me want to go drink illegal gin in a bar I have to access from a sleazy back alley.
With or without a pack of Lucky Strikes?
Without. I will want to buy those when I get there, from the scantily dressed woman selling them from a box that hangs from her neck.
(Ten cents for cigarettes! I remember when you could get a carton for twice that. Thanks, doll.)
Robert Earl Keen. His bad songs can be really obnoxious. Once I loop around them, though, I realize that there at at least 7-8 good songs per album and usually at least 2 or 3 really good ones.