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Wounded Lion - Friendly? (Album Review)

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Review by Ryan Leach

Wounded Lion is from Los Angeles. To the best of my knowledge, “Friendly?” (2009) was the band’s first In The Red release, followed shortly thereafter by a Self-titled LP. Like the material of their minimalist, post-punk influences (Wire, LiLiput, etc.), “Friendly?” is chock full of barre chords.  (This is an abrasive 45.) Nevertheless, there’s texture to guitarist/singer Brad Eberhard’s guitar parts—his playing sounds like a repetitive, modern-era machine pumping out automobile parts; not quite where Wire’s Newman/Gilbert were on Chairs Missing—Wounded Lion is a little more belligerent—but he’s not too far back either. The lyrics to “Friendly?” are so straightforward they border on Dan Treacy’s work with The Television Personalities, sans the Ken Kesey influence.

B Side “Bad Moon Rising” has little relation to the Creedence original, outside of lyrics. Wounded Lion presents a full transformative use of the music. While picking such a predictable (albeit great) song usually produces a banal result—even the mighty Gun Club didn’t do much with “Run Through the Jungle”—Wounded Lion’s Psychocandy treatment is wonderful. 

Even if the music weren’t  great, “Friendly?” would be worth the purchase price alone for the Penguin Books-inspired cover art. Then again, this is the Lion. And they have yet to release a lemon. 

tags: Wounded Lion, In The Red Records, Los Angeles
categories: Reviews
Thursday 07.21.11
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Dead Farmers - Go Home (Album Review)

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Review by Mor Fleisher-Leach

Holy shit, Rob Tyner's back from the grave! Not really, but Sydney Australia's Dead Farmers come pretty darn close. The spirit of this album is one-of-a-kind, not a rip-off by any means (and we all should know by this point that  much of rock 'n' roll these days is just a rip-off). These guys give it all they have, with minimal yet intricate song writing, harmonic vocals, and three-chord philosophies. Like the Byrds, but more fucked up.

Go Home, released on R.I.P. Society Records in 2010, is Dead Farmers' first full length LP. They had just one other 7", "Violence" (Aarght Records) out prior to this release. The music is raw and relentless, the perfect mix of garage-punk ethos and psychedelic era head-nodding. 

The album's first track, "Suns of Thunder," gets things kickin' quick. A mix of abrupt guitar riffs, I-don't-give-a-fuck lyrics, drum poundin' and heart stoppin' excitement. I hope they start their live sets with that one. (Someone should pay these guys to come out to Los Angeles in the near future. I hope you read that, big time money pimps and pimpettes.)

And the best part? This manic record was recorded, mixed and mastered at guitarist David Akerman's house. I don't know if they used a 4-track (I just like to think they did), but it's all a bit reminiscent of the old Chris Knox/Flying Nun recordings of the late '70s/early '80s. That's a good thing. I hope that comparison doesn't get me in trouble--and if it does, I'm just an American in a big ol' Kiwi vs. Aussie debacle. Believe me, America has done far worse.

Check out Dead Farmers. Buy a ticket to Sydney and see them play. Or just buy this album and make pretend. Either way, you'll be doing yourself a favor.

tags: Dead Farmers, Australia
categories: Reviews
Wednesday 07.13.11
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The Bats - By Night (Album Review)

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Review by Ryan Leach

By Night (1984) was the Bats’ debut EP. It was an auspicious beginning for the group: six great songs and not a dud among them. 

The Bats “sound” more or less coalesced on By Night: Robert Scott’s straightforward songwriting and rhythm guitar; Kaye Woodard’s tasteful lead guitar work; Marshall Grant’s steady backbeat; and Paul Kean’s melodic and active bass lines are all present. 

It’s hard to pick a favorite among these tracks—Woodward’s 12-string guitar work on “Jewellers Heart” is distinctive; the mismatch of Scott’s reserved vocals with the unstrained subject matter of “I Go Wild” is compelling. The Fall-like, honky-tonk stomp of “United Airways” certainly ranks high. But it’s “Man in the Moon” that comes out slightly ahead of the rest. 

Robert Scott’s best work typically comes out in the Bats’ mid-tempo songs, where he adopts an early ‘70s singer-songwriter feel, particularly influenced by John Cale’s early solo work. “Man in the Moon” comes closest to that hallmark. 

By Night is highly recommended. Somewhat hard to fine, Compiletely Bats is more accessible, and contains almost all of the tracks off of the Bats’ first three EPs.  

tags: Robert Scott, Flying Nun Records, The Bats, New Zealand
categories: Reviews
Thursday 07.07.11
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Look Blue Go Purple - Bewitched (Album Review)

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Review by Ryan Leach

Dunedin’s Look Blue Go Purple is underrated. Formed in the early ‘80s, the group released three EPs before calling it a day in ’87. Bewitched (1985) was the band's debut. The four songs on the album are incredible—especially “Circumspect Penelope” and “As Does the Sun”. 

Look Blue Go Purple employed Byrds-inspired harmonies. This element of the band is caught hauntingly and best on A-side track “Circumspect Penelope”. The lyrics to the song are compellingly unintelligible, adding to its ethereal quality. 

The two songs on the B side (“Vain Hopes” and “As Does the Sun”) have a baroque pop, folk feel to them—not all that different from The Cake’s eponymous debut album on Decca. This is largely attributable to LBGP’s melodramatic vocal delivery and Norma O’Malley’s flute playing. Although recorded in 1985, Bewitched could’ve just as easily been recorded at Gold Star Studios in 1966. 

Look Blue Go Purple contained some New Zealand heavyweights. After the group’s dissolution, Lesley Paris would go on to form Olla with future King Loser members Sean O’Reilly and Chris Heazlewood; along with Paul McKessar, Paris kept Flying Nun credible in the ‘90s by signing some of the label’s best acts during lean years. Guitarist Denise Roughan went on to the 3Ds and Ghost Club and Norma O’Malley formed Chug.

Of course, everything Look Blue Go Purple released is highly recommended.

tags: Flying Nun Records, Look Blue Go Purple, New Zealand
categories: Reviews
Monday 07.04.11
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Toy Love - Toy Love (Album Review)

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Review by Ryan Leach

Toy Love’s eponymous debut—and sole full-length record—is an underrated gem. The album’s strengths are somewhat obscured by the infamous recording sessions WEA (corporate conglomerate Warner Brothers-Elektra-Atlantic) put the group through. Nevertheless, judged on its own merit, the record is a stunning document of Toy Love’s incredible prowess, and a great indicator of the bright futures ahead of Chris Knox, Alec Bathgate and Paul Kean.

The Enemy, a forerunner to Toy Love, was one of New Zealand’s first punk bands. Formed in 1977, when punk was just breaking into the popular consciousness of the Western World, The Enemy inspired a number of Dunedin punk bands (notably The Clean). Unrecorded, The Enemy broke up two years later, largely due to tensions arising from new recruit Phil Judd (formerly of Split Enz). Toy Love emerged almost immediately thereafter, with Paul Kean and Jane Walker joining ex-Enemy members Chris Knox (vocals), Alec Bathgate (guitar), and Mike Dooley (drums). Incredibly popular at home, the group left New Zealand to relocate to Australia, in the hopes of breaking into a bigger market and recording a full length. That’s when the things turned ugly.

Aussie audiences turned out to be indifferent to Toy Love. A painstaking recording process at EMI studios in Australia ensued, with Toy Love failing—like the Velvet Underground before them—to convince hostile engineers that their music was worthy of merit. Frustrated with the Australian recording sessions and the hard times the group faced there, Toy Love packed it in just after their debut hit the shelves.   

Listening to Toy Love’s album today, it sounds as if the band’s experiences in Australia affected the members more than the actual product of their labor. Although Toy Love's production is somewhat sterile, it doesn’t sound all that different from the albums Magazine and Gang of Four were releasing in 1980. And that might be part of the problem: the iconoclastic Knox was recording during the “new wave” era, when punk had lost most of its edge and was incorporated into the mainstream. (That transitional period is present in Toy Love’s sound: “Pull Down the Shades”, written during The Enemy period of the band, sounds far removed from the Roxy Music-influenced, mid-tempo pace of “Bedroom”.) Unfortunately, that didn’t sit will with Knox, a man who needed control of his work.

Chris Knox was the driving force behind Toy Love. His voice was incredible, oscillating between Johnny Rotten and Bryan Ferry with the greatest of ease. Already 28 years old when Toy Love was recorded, his lyrics demonstrate a mature, poetic interpretation of teenage reckless abandonment and self doubt; a punk-rock Chuck Berry. His phrasing was equally amazing and unique; it's the hook on “Photographs of Naked Ladies”. Paul Kean, who’d eventually join The Bats, was already a top-notch bassist; just check his lines on “I Don’t Mind” and “Toy Love Song”. 

Toy Love gained a strong, early-Fall sound through Alec Bathgate’s sparse guitar work and Jane Walker’s straightforward keyboard playing, not to mention’s the band's penchant for American honky-tonk (a genre Mark E. Smith dipped into from time to time). Not to be forgotten is Mike Dolley’s formidable drumming.

Toy Love is the closest thing I’ve come across in a long time to a forgotten punk/post-punk masterpiece. It’s rare—I bought my copy in New Zealand for a decent price; at the time of this writing, eBay has one copy hovering over the US$100 mark—but Flying Nun did a CD reissue in 2005. Obtaining it is well worth the effort. It should be considered essential. 

tags: Toy Love, Chris Knox, New Zealand
categories: Reviews
Wednesday 06.22.11
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The Chills - The Lost EP (Album Review)

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Review by Mor Fleisher-Leach

I was given a burnt CD of The Chills’ Kaleidoscope World four years ago—it was my first exposure to Flying 

Nun and Kiwi pop in general. I was 21 years old and working a terrible job, my first right out of college. I was a retail store errand girl for the most part, going on daily trips to the grocery store to buy cleaning supplies in the San Fernando Valley. Luckily I had a car. And a CD player.

I don’t think Kaleidoscope World left that CD player for the next 10 months of employment. (I quit and went back to school…accumulating about $50,000 in debt. Not sure how that’s ever gonna get paid off. Thanks, unemployment in America.) I was instantly hooked on the weirder tracks. “Pink Frost” is a great one, and probably the most well-known, but “Dream by Dream” was the one I liked to put on repeat more than anything else. I liked that the world cared enough to say goodnight to The Chills. Plus, Martin Phillips’ voice is dreamy.

Fast forward a few years. July 2010. I was now out of grad school and pretty much fucked financially (reoccurring theme). What better time to leave the US. My husband and I packed it up, said goodbye to Los Angeles, and moved to Auckland, New Zealand on a one-year visa. The mission: buy as many Flying Nun records as possible. The Chills’ The Lost EP came first.

Instantly attracted to the track list and the price tag (NZ$40.00 beat the NZ$99.00 asking price for Boodle Boodle Boodle—everything in New Zealand’s expensive—which I ended up acquiring by association regardless), it was only fitting. The Lost EP is comprised of six “lost” tracks which the band recorded in 1984 and 1985. The songs are subdued, minimal and harmonic, with head honcho Martin Phillips’ driving vocals at the forefront. The musicianship is impeccable, and delivers a Chris Knox/Doug Hood styled wall of sound.

The album hits off with the wonderfully crafted “This is the Way,” a slower-tempo tune with a philosophical critique of the times. It picks up the pace with “Never Never Go,” a lovey-dovey pop song on which the next track “Don’t Even Know Her Name” bleeds into perfectly—false ending and all. The fun continues with “Bee Bah Bee Bah Bee Boe,” the chant of the century—gibberish.

The ultimate highlight is in the EP’s last two songs, “Whole Weird World” and “Dream by Dream.” We’re shifted back into slow-tempo ambient brutality with strange lyrics and even stranger instrumentation. It all end with a goodnight wish. Appropriate and a little bit eerie, which sums up The Lost EP all too well. Get your hands on this one.

tags: Flying Nun Records, The Chills, New Zealand
categories: Reviews
Sunday 06.19.11
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The Clean - Boodle Boodle Boodle (Album Review)

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Review by Ryan Leach

Although recorded quickly and on a miniscule budget,Boodle, Boodle, Boodle remains one of the great records of the early 1980s. 

The album was recorded by The Clean and scene mavens Chris Knox and Doug Hood on Knox's Teac 4-track recorder; it would be Flying Nun's third release (and first EP). Bassist Robert Scott remembers the recording and mixing sessions well: "We just selected a group of songs we wanted to do and recorded them quickly. We were in a small, wooden hall—40 foot by 40 foot. The hall had a really nice and natural sound. We just set our equipment up like we were doing a gig. We recorded and mixed it all in two days (September 7 and 8, 1981)." (Leach, Razorcake #62)

Vocal duties on Boodle, Boodle, Boodle were handled democratically, with all members—guitarist David Kilgour, drummer Hamish Kilgour and Scott—singing lead on at least one track. As with all of The Clean's music, the tunes on Boodle are minimal; Hamish keeps a steady backbeat while Scott pounds out root eighth notes. The songs gain their strength through the group's incredible songwriting and David Kilgour's inventive guitar playing. These elements are taken to the extreme on "Point That Things Somewhere Else". 

At 5:30, the song relentlessly employs Velvets' minimalism: David's guitar caroms out the speakers, coated with reverb and indebted to Lou Reed's playing ("What Goes On") throughout the instrumental break. Hamish's sing-speak vocals simply add to the droning effect of the song, sounding more like an instrument than a voice.

"Anything Could Happen" became a staple for The Clean. And for good reason. The track's lyrics are incredible—poetic yet ambiguous, leaving listeners the opportunity to construct their own interpretations: "Look for an answer in empty doorways/Talk to a dancer, said it's out on the highway".

Boodle, Boodle, Boodle sold in relatively large numbers, hitting number 4 in the New Zealand charts. It enabled Flying Nun to continue releasing records with much-needed capital. Boodle, Boodle, Boodle remains a highwater mark of New Zealand music.

tags: Robert Scott, David Kilgour, New Zealand, The Clean
categories: Reviews
Thursday 06.16.11
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Axemen - Big Cheap Motel (Album Review)

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Review by Mor Fleisher-Leach

The Axemen are kinda like the Electric Eels with more brain power—one of the most underrated bands on Flying Nun Records. These guys put together art punk and politics like no other New Zealand act to date.

Big Cheap Motel—re-issued on American record  label Siltbreeze in 2009—was first released on cassette in 1984 to protest Australian milk company Big M’s sexist advertizing campaign. The ads were featured at Christchurch’s Summertimes Festival which the Axemen played in January of that year. Each track, with titles such as “Stoopid Symbol of Womin-Hate!” and “Your Milk Comes from Cows”, is a Mark E. Smith-inspired attack on the corporation. “Sorry Mister Mayor/Can’t support your good-time fests./Not when they’re supported by exploiting women’s breasts” (lyrics, “Your Milk Comes from Cows”).

Fidelity wise, the recording quality is low. Lower than low. Song structures are minimal with each track standing out on its own and stating its objective. I’ve always liked the idea of Lou Reed’s Metal Machine Music, but didn't care for the execution. Reed should have done that record this way.

If you’re looking for something standard and classifiable, stay away from this. It’s like nothing else Flying Nun ever put out. But it’s rockin’, humorous and thoughtful. These Kiwi cats hit the nail on the head, brother.

tags: Axemen, New Zealand
categories: Reviews
Wednesday 06.08.11
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