More r&b and early soul gems from my grandpa, C.W. “Pop” Hardwick’s stash of jukebox stock. For the full story and more killer sides that set San Antonio’s hips to shaking and hearts to breaking, refer back to volume two.

Download: Hipshakers & Heartbreakers – Vol 3 (external link, zipped folder)


Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. Couple of dudes get together to bash out a few ramshackle indie rock songs and they end up sounding like the Velvet Underground. Sure, what James Hoare of Veronica Falls and Jack Cooper of Mazes are doing here with Ultimate Painting isn’t anything new, but who needs novelty when you have quality like this? “Central Park Blues” positively struts around in its influence, with its chime of guitar and cigarette-in-mouth vocal delivery. The duo take their time letting that melody out, dropping it like a ball of yarn down a flight of stairs, and they recount their trip to NYC with a light drawl and self-conscious wonder that makes them sound a bit like Courtney Barnett wandering up from Lou Reed’s downtown spots. Sure, “Central Park Blues” may roll down the same paths as a thousand nuggets before it, but you’ll still feel every bump. words / m garner

Ultimate Painting :: Talking Central Park Blues

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SIRIUS 364: Jean Michel Bernard – Générique Stephane ++ The B-G System – I Don’t Want To Be Your Man ++ Harvey Mandel – Wade In The Water Part I ++ Unknown Japanese Artist – Song Unknown ++ Toy Factory – Little Girl ++ The Rattlers – The Witch ++ Think – California (Is Getting So Heavy) ++ Spirit – The Other Song ++ Lightmyth – Across The Universe ++ Unknown Russian Artist – BPEMR ++ Wilding/Bonus – Son Of Alma ++ Emy Jackson and Blue Comets – You Don’t Know Baby ++ The Mardi Gras – If I Can’t Have You ++ Novac – Beyond The Look ++ Little Richard – Nuki Suki ++ Julie Driscoll, Brian Auger and The Trinity – This Wheel’s On Fire ++ Delia Gartrell – See What You Done, Done ++ Funkadelic – I Wanna Know If It’s Good To You? ++ Shuggie Otis – Jenni Lee ++ Takuro Yoshida – A Night Of Our Trip ++ The Cryan’ Shames – Baltimore Oriole ++ The Fabulous Flippers – It Was A Very Good Year ++ Zephyr – Night Fades Softly ++ The Tigers – Seaside Bound ++ Ichiro Araki – Itoshi No Macks ++ The Dirty Shames – Coconut Grove ++ Old Well – Sanae-chan ++ The Kinks – Apeman ++ Midnight Sun – Where You Going To Be ++ Anita Kerr – Strange ++ The Free Design – Girls Alone ++ The Tempters – Kamisama Onegai ++ David Axelrod – Part I ++ Takuro Yoshida – I Live On ++ Modern Vices – Baby

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WYR0714CDinsertAt first glance, Content Nausea seems like a minor release. There’s the malapropism that replaces Parquet Courts, the Brooklyn post-punks also responsible for this year’s excellent Sunbathing Animal, with the decidedly less regal Parkay Quarts. There’s the fact that Content Nausea contains three minute-long instrumental jams and covers of Nancy Sinatra and the 13th Floor Elevators; excise those and “Uncast Shadow of a Southern Myth,” a rewrite of one of singer Andrew Savage’s old songs, and you’re looking at an EP. And then there’s the nature of Content Nausea itself: The scattered drum machines and occasional yakety sax give the album a looseness that recalls debut American Specialties more than the well-honed strike of Sunbathing Animal.

Just about all of those supposed knocks are statements of fact, but facts are only part of the story. Truly, PC/Q’s fourth release in the past twenty-four months is nearly as balanced and well-constructed as the rest of their recent output, and its semi-kaleidoscopic tracklist is guided by the same clarity of vision that they exhibited across Sunbathing Animal. Where that record took its time developing its overarching theme — the push and pull of your average urbanite trying to remain engaged with the world and their own self — Content Nausea assumes you know the drill. Austin Brown’s opening “Every Day It Starts” drops you in face first, he and Savage chanting in a monotone of flat vocal harmony that’s become something of a Parquet Courts trademark. As a high-frequency tone chimes through, the song locks in to a tightly wound instrumental bridge, with popped pearls of harmonic and twangy fingerpicking in the back of the mix decorating a start-stop guitar solo that rises gently before suddenly breaking in on itself.

Like its predecessor, Content Nausea is largely interested in the question of human freedom. “Pretty Machines” boogies along on a sunny melody, but Savage is singing here about how quickly he falls for prepackaged goods. When he extends his view outward until it encompasses lifestyle (“urban ease”) and ideology, the bob of your head to the beat begins to feel more like an affirmation of your own guilt. Freedom for Savage has always meant staying awake to the things around you, not finding a convenient narrative and hiding beneath it. “These days it’s harder to suffer,” he sings, and the sheer oddness of hearing a phrase like that said with lamentation should be enough to get anyone’s head out from under the covers.

It’s an idea that Savage unfurls like a scroll in the title track. The group barrels along like they’re playing half a bar of Hank Williams in triple time while Savage stumps for the unplugged life. He dismisses the constant stream of data and content that floods our phones as feeding “just another nervous habit,” one that keeps us turned in on ourselves, seeking perpetual comfort and sacrificing something vital. Halfway through, he delivers a 90-second monologue over perpetual false endings and the drone of a fiddle courtesy of Eaters’ Bob Jones. “This year it became harder to be tender,” he says. Savage is no ascetic — nobody who gives you 45 songs to digest in a two-year period could be. But he’s mourning our collective decision to turn some crucial part of our humanity and our will over to the people who populate those devices. That Savage’s band is automatically implicated probably isn’t lost on him, but his desire for his listeners to not swallow his words without first considering them shouldn’t be lost, either.

As a set of ideas, this is all interesting enough. But Savage puts them in play to the closing strains of “Uncast Shadow of a Southern Myth.” The song seems to concern Paul MacLeod, a deeply eccentric Elvis fan from Holly Springs, MS, who turned his technicolor mini-mansion into a deep repository of Presley junk called Graceland Too. MacLeod gave tours of his home any time someone happened to show up and knock, making Graceland Too something of a legendary destination among in-the-know Southerners and drunk college students. Earlier this year, he shot and killed Dwight Taylor, a local African-American who MacLeod said was trying to force entry; two days later, MacLeod himself was found dead on his front porch. The general consensus is that the stress of the situation did him in.

It’s a harrowing story, almost a grotesque parody of something out of Flannery O’Connor. But Savage delivers it with surprising tenderness and pathos, framing its every aspect as tragedy. He paints MacLeod as being in thrall not so much to Elvis as to the idea of Elvis, unable to understand Presley’s humanity but more than willing to swallow the legend. Taylor, who Savage notes was “omitted from Southern affection,” was horribly free from the comfort of the South’s self-justifying illusions, but he wasn’t free from its effects. The band tread this ground lightly, as if aware of the fact that they’re outsiders here, but they blow heavy as Savage bellows the titular phrase in the song’s final build. It’s moving in a way that these guys have never even attempted, much less achieved.

Maybe this is all a bit much to put on a handful of lo-fi indie rock songs. But what makes what Savage and Brown (along with bassist Sean Yeaton and drummer Max Savage) are doing so thrilling is the clarity of their vision and the confidence with which they execute it. That extends beyond the lyrics and deep into the music itself, which even here draws deeply from the well of American art-rock, sure, but not without the band first processing, considering, and adding to what they find — just as they always have. By playing the way they do, they prove that they’re no more beholden to the suggestion that they’re cheap revisionists than they are to the sounds laid down by their forebears themselves. Content Nausea is bound to draw those same arguments, and it’s not likely to make converts of anyone not already on board. But it’s careful and considerate in what it does, far from freewheeling. And that’s what makes it free. words / m garner

Parkay Quarts :: Uncast Shadow of a Southern Myth

It crawled from the backwoods of Chicago. Modern Vices “Cheap Style” via their new s/t LP out on Autumn Tone. Directed by Ryan Ohm. The band gigs in LA tonight at the Echo with Twin Peaks.


If you missed our interview with the Bonnie ‘Prince’ last month, you can find that, here. Below is the new video for “New Black Rich (Tusks)” 7″, culled from Oldham’s 2014 LP, Singer’s Grave a Sea of Tongues, directed by Claudia Crobatia.

Tusks, indeed.

Dylan And The Band

I know we’re all busy having our minds blown by the new Basement Tapes Complete box set that landed last week … but take a couple minutes to dig this very Basement-y recording of Bob and the Band (who may still have been the Hawks at this point) paying tribute to Woody Guthrie in early 1968. It’s the only live appearance Dylan made between mid-1966 and 1969, but he’s in fine and fighting form as he leads the boys through a rollicking rockabilly rave-up of Guthrie’s classic. Part of an all-too-brief three-song set, “I Ain’t Got No Home” sounds like Dylan and the Band sauntered out of Big Pink, already slightly toasted, and sped down to NYC to set Carnegie Hall ablaze. words / t wilcox

Bob Dylan & The Band :: I Ain’t Got No Home


We’re back with another collection via our transatlantic collaborator, Sweden-based DJ/record collector Peer Schouten. Enter: There Will Be Mud — a collection of rockabilly tracks, and their forebears–24 gems dug up from swampy southern soils; a strange choreography of whiskey, religion and other spirit-infused sufferin ‘n smilin.

There Will Be Mud: 24 Swampy Nuggets From The Rockabilly Hinterlands


Closing out Aquarium Drunkard’s September mix are the ghostly vocals and gentle acoustic strumming of a piece of music who’s rhythmic perfection has the ability to both take you by surprise or calm you into a state of bliss. Kim Jung Mi’s 1973 album, Now, is no accidental wonder, though, because the combination of her sultry, echoing vocals and the American-influenced psychedelic and rock musings of producer, and ordained “Korean Godfather of Rock” lend a loose, flowing sound to songs like “Your Dream” and a soulful, funky vibe to “Unknowingly” and it’s “It’s Raining.” What makes this record so wonderful and awe-inspiring is it’s defiance of any per-determined definition you might have slapped on Korean folk music. words / p dufrene

Kim Jung Mi :: Haenim