Finding Joseph I: The HR From Bad Brains Documentary by James Lathos (MVD Visual)

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You could make a pretty strong argument that Paul Hudson (aka H.R.) is one of the most influential front-men of the last 40 years, blazing a trail of white-hot hardcore, metal and reggae with The Bad Brains that has left an indelible mark on countless bands that mattered, including Nirvana, The Beastie Boys, Rage Against The Machine and The Red Hot Chili Peppers just to name an extremely famous few. Despite all the acclaim he’s rightfully received, he’s never had mainstream success. He’s had a couple of opportunities for big things with The Bad Brains – major label contracts, tour offers from U2 and The Beastie Boys…etc., but they’ve always been sabotaged by his own erratic behavior. The film follows the mercurial singer’s history and tries to piece together why the HR of 2017 is almost nothing like the HR who inspired so many in the ’80s and ’90s (spoiler alert: it’s untreated mental illness, mixed with strong religious convictions and possibly some drug abuse). Director James Lathos tells the story with a mix of archival footage and modern-day interviews with HR’s peers, associates and those that he’s influenced. It’s interesting to get a glimpse into HR’s, hall we say, “unique” mind-set, but there’s some missed opportunities here. There’s the glaring omissions of core Bad Brains members Daryl Jennifer and Dr. Know who declined to participate (the latter for health reasons), but in general the movie has a ton of redundancies with Lathos’ HR book which came out earlier this year. Not only do the book and movie share the same title and cover photo, but they appear to be built from the same source interviews, leaving fans feeling like they need to own one of these two, not both. Had the DVD included some cool bonus features (music videos, live performances…etc.) or explored some different ideas, I would give it the nod over the book. Without those (there are literally no bonus features) the book’s depth makes it the winner of the two.


Acid Baby Jesus – Lilac Days (Fuzz Club)

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Acid Baby Jesus’ first two albums were great slabs of damaged heavy psych with a twisted sense of humor, but on Lilac Days they try to achieve the same effect with prettier songs played at lower volumes. If you’re looking for reference points for their newly minted sonic approach, consider Lilac Days as the sound of Acid Baby Jesus discovering The Byrds, The Turtles and Buffalo Springfield; replete with 12 string guitars, bouncier beats and generally sweeter sounds. It’s not bad, and it’s kinda interesting to hear a band from Greece try this style on for size, but damn if I don’t end up missing the mind-bending darker sounding stuff. The problem is that, unlike those inspirational West Coast bands from the ’60s, Acid Baby Jesus don’t write great pop tunes, aren’t great harmony singers, and their rhythm section kinda plods. Even when they get a little punkier on “Me and Panormita” and “Guide Us In”, the quicker pace is wasted on benign performances that don’t raise much action. Even on a less than stellar album I do have to mention the guitar duo of Noda Pappas and Dale MacDonald who impress with neat little tricks like the Eastern scales on the title track, or the warped jangling notes that make “Faces Of Janus” far more interesting that it would have been otherwise.

Mark Lanegan – I Am The Wolf: Lyrics and Writings (Da Capo Press)

I’m not sure if lyric books are relevant in the internet age, but still it’s nice for to have a collection of lyrics from Mark Lanegan’s solo discography to display on your bookshelf. The lyrics are presented by album, starting with 1989’s The Winding Sheet and running chronologically through Gargoyles from earlier this year. Lyrics from his many collaborations and one-offs are included too. This is all good and well, as are John Cale’s preface and Moby’s foreword, but the best part of I Am The Wolf are the short passages Lanegan wrote at beginning of each chapter on the making of each album. They provide brief, but fascinating, snapshots into his often-chaotic life and the things that inspired him at that given point in time. Lanegan doesn’t seem like the kind of self-celebrating guy who’d write a full-blown autobiography, so this may be our best opportunity to know a little more about the man behind one of the best discographies of the last thirty years. Recommended for fans.

Miles Davis – The Cinema of Miles Davis (El Recordings/Cherry Red)

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This is a messy compilation of Miles Davis recordings that have been used in films. The music obviously isn’t the problem here, with a cross-section of Davis’ work from 1953 to 1960 represented. As great as the music is, the fact that these songs appeared in movies is the only common thread holding them together and even within that vague construct the score for Louis Malle’s Elevator To The Gallows (which is some of Davis’ best early work) is the only music Davis specifically recorded for films. The rest were simply pulled from Davis’ album and dropped into films like Lenny, and Kerouac – The Movie, among others. Like previously reviewed albums from El Recordings, a good set of liner notes are needed to make the case for this album to exist, yet the ones we get only reinforce the murky premise. Why are the liner notes more focused on the movies these songs soundtrack than the songs themselves? Why does it take four pages of text before Miles Davis is even mentioned? Why does the album include snippets of dialogue from Lenny and Kerouac – The Movie? Exactly what is this album supposed to be celebrating?

Roger Miret – My Riot: Agnostic Front, Grit, Guts and Glory (Lesser Gods)

As lead singer in Agnostic Front, Roger Miret was a central figure in the evolution of New York hardcore. It’s a genre I don’t listen to much these days outside of a few bands, but I still find its history endlessly fascinating. Roger’s autobiography takes readers back to the time when the New York scene was made up of a small but dedicated group of kids mostly like Roger – teenage runaways from abusive families living in total poverty on the streets, united by this new music that was too aggressive and fast for most people to make sense of. Left to their own devices on the dangerous East Village streets, fights, abandoned buildings, drug dealers, local gangs and a host of other threats were a part of everyday life and you can really feel that tension and danger, mixed with the explosiveness of the music, throughout My Riot.

If Roger and co-author Jon Weiderhorn had limited My Riot’s scope to documenting the history of Agnostic Front and New York Hardcore scene, they would have had more than enough material for a great read. However, Miret’s non-musical story is often more interesting than his musical endeavors, and it’s when he’s off-stage that the book really kicks into overdrive. The sections on his family fleeing to America from Cuba in 1968, and the subsequent physical abuse they suffered from his father and step-father are flat-out harrowing, and go a long way to explain why ended up on a destructive path at such a young age. The book also covers Miret’s secret double-life running drugs up and down the East Coast while on tour, and the four years he spent in prison on a cocaine possession charge. Miret’s stories – especially those from his prison years – are ugly reminders of what happens to people when they’re damaged to the point of losing their humanity, and there are times when all the unnecessary violence and lunk-headed machismo make him a hard person to like, but there’s some much needed levity in the book too (don’t miss the story about Agnostic Front getting hired to play a Bar Mitzvah!). Thankfully My Riot’s ending is a happy one, with an older and wiser Miret staying out of trouble for the most part, and taking up residence with his family in Arizona of all places. He’s still out there with Agnostic Front too, reaping the benefits of today’s kinder and more lucrative punk scene. Fan or not, My Riot is a great look back at a singular time in musical history, written from a very singular perspective, and it was almost impossible to put down.

Peter Perrett – How The West Was Won (Domino)

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If you’re a Peter Perrett fan, you should be happy How The West Was Won simply exists, regardless of how good it is or isn’t. After achieving cult status via three great albums with The Only Ones from 1978-1980 he’s largely been watching the decades pass from the sidelines, a victim of the drug addiction that he wrote about in underground classics like “The Beast” and “Another Girl, Another Planet”. He’s resurfaced sporadically – a brief spell in the mid-90s as The One, and some gigs with The Only Ones a decade ago – however, How The West Was Won is the first time in a long time that Perrett’s given us an indication that he’s in good enough shape to give a music career another go.

All the years of hard living are evident in his voice, though Perrett – now a newly minted senior citizen, and reportedly suffering from C.O.P.D. – wasn’t exactly Pavarotti as a young man, so the impact isn’t all that damaging. If his voice is less forceful, Perrett’s lyrics are still as sharp as ever. The opening title track, where he details his love of all things American over music derived from “Sweet Jane”, will certainly turn a lot of heads with its mentions of Kim Kardashian, J-Lo and terrorism, yet I’m more interested in his ruminations on romance (“An Epic Story”, “Troika”), addiction (“Hard To Say No”) and his struggles to get through life (“Living In My Head”, “Something In My Brain”). He’s led an interesting life (Nina Antonia’s biography, The One and Only is highly recommended), and he lets his experiences inform his songs, which is exactly what you want. The backing band, helmed by his sons Peter Jr. and Jaime, is a huge problem though. From what I’ve read they wanted the album’s focus to be their father’s lyrics and voice, but the music isn’t just unobtrusive, it’s aggressively boring. It wouldn’t be fair to expect the next generation of Perretts to play with the same fire as The Only Ones, but they sound like they could be writing for any ol’ generic singer-songwriter. Their benign playing manages to undermine all the good things Perrett brings to the table and ultimately sink the album. Hopefully Perrett finds more suitable backing for his next outing…and he better not wait another twenty years either!

The Schizophonics – Ooga Booga (Pig Baby Records)

This EP reminds me of early-2000s high-energy rock bands like The Mooney Suzuki, The Hives, The Dirtbombs…etc. Like those bands, The Schizophonics mix the sound and style of Detroit proto-punk with snappy three-minute mid-’60s garage rock singles, but with some James Brown-style grooves in the midst of all that rock energy. The songwriting is really primitive, but expecting to hear the next “God Only Knows” on an album called “Ooga Booga” would just be silly. It’s pretty low-brow stuff, but who cares? This is music to recklessly flail your body around to, and for a brief fifteen minutes this trio plays it just right. All five songs are great fun, but I like closer “Venus Transit” the best. It’s pretty much just Love’s “7 and 7 Is” exploded into a big energy freak-out a la The MC5’s “Skunk (Sonically Speaking)”, but its combination of guitar fuzz and pounding beats are legitimately thrilling.
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