The Move – Magnetic Waves Of Sound: The Best Of The Move (Esoteric Recordings)

The Move had a lot of great songs, but never put together an album you’d call a classic. There were always a few numbers where they’d overreach – which is something I guess you should expect from a band with multiple songwriters and musical interests spanning everything from rockabilly to heavy-psych, baroque orchestrations, MOR pop and R&B. There’s no way they could do all these styles well, and inconsistency is just a fact of life with The Move, which is why this Best Of package is the best way to hear them. Magnetic Waves of Sound collects twenty-one songs spanning their 1967-1972 run, but it’s heavy on the early years, which is good since that’s their peak era, when they could regularly whip up psychedelic freakbeat magic on tracks like “Fire Brigade” and “Walk Upon The Water”. The band’s pretentions got the best of them later on, but they still kicked out a few solid jams like “Do Ya” and “California Man” as they sputtered towards the end in 1972 (though they would morph into ELO around that time). Magnetic Waves features most of the gold, but as is standard for compilations, you could argue about what did and didn’t get selected for inclusion. I’d personally swap out the 7:43 lesser re-recording of “Cherry Blossom Clinic” for “Omnibus” and “Yellow Rainbow”, but I guess others would disagree.

Magnetic Waves also comes with a DVD of twenty-one BBC an German TV broadcasts from 1967-1970. The performances (some live, some lip-synched) track The Move’s evolution from sharp-dressing ’60s mod band playing adventurous three minute pop songs, to the long-haired proto-metal/glam band they would become, going through almost a complete line-up change in just three years, which saw power shift over to Roy Wood, the only constant member other than drummer Bev Bevan (who ended up in Black Sabbath in the 1980s). Despite their name, the band doesn’t move very much on stage – probably because everyone needed to stay close to their mics – and the live performances stay pretty close to the studio versions, but there isn’t a ton of good footage of bands from this era, so you’ll take what you can get and you’ll like it. If you want most of the Move’s great songs, but don’t want invest in their full discography, this is a great way to get most of their best stuff in one place.

Finding Joseph I: An Oral History of H.R. From Bad Brains by Howie Abrams and James Lathos (Lesser Gods)

I saw H.R. (aka Human Rights, born Paul Hudson) do a show at Tramps in New York sometime around 1997-’98, and it was one of the strangest, and most frustrating, concerts I’ve ever witnessed. I didn’t know much about his solo work, and was just going to see “the guy from Bad Brains”, figuring he’d be playing that kind of music. I couldn’t have been more wrong. After making the crowd wait for over an hour, H.R. took the stage, using opening act as his backing band, for a set of decent reggae that I don’t remember much about anymore, except that the guy on stage had very little in common with the guy I thought I was seeing. H.R. was a legendary performer – like an exploding firecracker in concert, but the guy I saw was placid and distant, like he was on another plane from the rest of us. A year or so later, I had the opportunity to see him at Irving Plaza with the reformed Bad Brains – or Soul Brains as they were now being called because H.R. decided he didn’t like the negative connotations of the word “bad” anymore. “OK,” I thought, “forget about that other show. This is the almighty Bad Brains – the real deal revolutionary punk rock I’ve always wanted to experience.” Nope. The band sounded great, but the H.R. was, yet again, a shell of his former self, barely putting any effort into his singing, and standing almost perfectly still. Did he not want to be there? Was his relationship with the band bad? Had he lost his mind? 

Ever since these disappointing shows I’ve wondered what happened to cause the man to undergo this transformation. Was it simply mental illness, or was there something deeper that caused him to turn his back on everything fans loved him for. Author, and long-time New York Hardcore fan, Howie Abrams teamed with James Lathos (who recently released a documentary on H.R., also titled Finding Joseph I) on this oral history which delves into H.R’s unique psyche, and help fans understand some of the things – though not everything – that made him who he is today. The book doesn’t have input from some important folks (bandmates Dr. Know and Daryl Jennifer are missed) but the authors get some fascinating stories from his brother Earl, childhood friends, and tons of other musicians he’s encountered and inspired over the years. And it’s fascinating. In fact, I read the whole damn thing in under 24 hours, completely unable to put it down once I’d been hooked. The book is great because H.R. is such a complex character that it often reads like three different biographies rolled into one. You get the musical innovator whose band single-handedly ignited entire hardcore punk scenes in Washington D.C. and New York, the deeply spiritual Rastafarian who left punk for reggae, and the latter-day H.R., exhibiting increasingly bizarre behavior and living semi-homeless after sabotaging multiple chances at commercial success. While the book covers a lot of hard times – and it’s undeniably frustrating to see someone as talented as H.R. sink deeper and deeper into mental illness – the story has a nice ending, with the singer happier and healthier than he’s been in a long time, thanks to a new wife who has been getting him the medical and psychiatric attention he’s needed for a long time. Needless to say, if you like punk rock, this is an essential read.

Top 10 Albums Of 2016

  1. David Bowie – Blackstar (Columbia Records)

It’s hard to believe Bowie’s been gone for almost a year now. It’s also hard to believe that just days before he left us he put out his most artistically satisfying album in close to 40 years. Blackstar was highly adventurous in its mix of theatrical rock, heavy jazz and ambient textures. It was also a rare instance where an older artist tries to sound current and totally pulls it off. He is missed.


  1. Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds – Skeleton Tree (Bad Seed Ltd.)

Continuing down the same path as Push The Sky Away (my #1 album of 2012), Skeleton Tree finds The Bad Seeds keeping the instrumentation sparse, and Cave’s calm-yet-haunted meditations on life and death more open ended and free-form than ever before. A textbook lesson on how to age well as an artist.


  1. Iggy Pop – Post Pop Depression (Loma Vista)

It’s been a long time since the last Iggy Pop album I liked. In fact the last one – Lust For Life – came out in 1977, four months after I was born. Collaborating with Josh Homme was a great idea, but the real stroke of brilliance here was revisiting the sound and style of Iggy’s Berlin-era albums (Lust For Life and The Idiot) which they recapture perfectly. If this is truly Iggy’s last album, then album-closer “Paraguay” will go down as one of the greatest kiss-offs of all time.


  1. Exploded View– Exploded View (Sacred Bones)

A new band, Exploded View’s album is a captivating brew of krautrock/dub/no wave made from first takes and improvisations. It’ll have you thinking of Can, Portishead, Silver Apples, but it has a vibe all of its own. I’m shocked and disappointed this album didn’t make a bigger splash. This is exactly the kind of new band we need right now.

Full review


  1. Mick Harvey – Delirium Tremens (Mute)

Mick Harvey’s third album of Serge Gainsbourg covers was great. The songs are a bit more obscure than the first two volumes, but they effect they have is no less impactful. Thankfully the fourth volume is scheduled for release in early 2017.

Full Review


  1. Brigid Mae Power– Brigid Mae Power (Tompkins Square)

Irish singer Brigid Mae Power’s latest has a slow and hymnal quality to it. She’s usually accompanied by one or two instruments, playing a few chords and notes bathed in a heavy organic echo. But that’s all you really need to compliment that ethereal voice of hers, which produces the same emotional effect as listening to Slowdive, without sounding anything like them.


  1. Ryley Walker – Golden Sings That Have Been Sung (Dead Oceans)

I was a little hard on this album in my review. But I can be the bigger man and say I was very wrong. Even if there’s an occasional duff lyric, this is a great album start to finish and Walker’s guitar playing is something to marvel at.

Full Review


  1. Higher Authorities – Neptune (Domino)

Does anyone else even know this album exists? Higher Authorities are a side project of Clinic’s Ade Blackburn and Jonathan Hartley, who gave these songs over to producer/mixer Adrian Sherwood to add all kinds of swirling dub effects and weedy noises. Like Clinic, with the punk removed and the psychedelia turned up to 11.


  1. The Brian Jonestown Massacre – Third World Pyramid (A Records)

Another album I was kind of hard on in my original review (boy, I can be a jerk sometimes). Third World Pyramid wasn’t very cohesive, despite just nine songs, but there’s some great songs within all that musical schizophrenia. I find myself frequently revisiting the title track, which features Tess Parks on vocals.

Full Review


  1. Radiohead – Moon Shaped Pool (XL)

I’m still pretty confused by this album. Thom Yorke’s vocal range is diminished, it’s hard to get a sense of who’s playing what instruments (assuming this wasn’t all made by computers), and there’s some lesser material that probably should have been cut. But hey, it’s Radiohead so even a lesser album is worth listening to, so….um…#10?


Some other interesting albums from 2016:

Charles Bradley – Changes

Tobacco – Sweatbox Dynasty

A Tribe Called Quest – We Got It From Here…Thank You For Your Service



Heavy Metalloid Music: The Story Of Simply Saucer by Jesse Locke (Eternal Cavalier)

Books about underground bands like The Velvet Underground, Big Star, MC5 or The Stooges usually create the impression they were so far ahead of their time that nobody appreciated them when they were around. Reading Jesse Locke’s book on Simply Saucer made me realize just how lucky those groups actually were. True, they didn’t have the level of success they deserved, but at least they had the advantage of operating out hip urban centers that gave them access to major label deals, tours and support from the music press. Playing psychedelically-charged proto-punk in early-’70s Hamilton, Ontario (a place I can’t even point to on a map – though that may say more about me than Ontario) made Simply Saucer perennial outsiders. Even though they had serious songwriting chops and an exciting experimental edge, there just wasn’t any kind of local network for them to tap into. Without the opportunity to catch the ear of a clued-in benefactor like a Danny Fields, Lester Bangs, David Bowie or Andy Warhol, Simply Saucer never toured, never put out an album (their only official release until 1989 was a highly-unrepresentative 7″ single), and made such a faint impression that for about a decade after they broke up it was almost like they never existed. However, no matter how deep it’s buried, good music always finds a way to surface given time, and 1989’s posthumous compilation Cyborgs Revisited finally gave the world a much needed document of what the band were capable of. If you haven’t heard it, track it down.

Jesse Locke’s book, named after a phrase singer Edgar Breau used to introduce the live version of their song “Illegal Bodies” heard on Cyborgs Revisited, charts Simply Saucer’s silent explosion, with a well-researched band history from formation up through the past decade since they re-launched in 2006. Locke covers those musically vital early years with fascinating stories of drugs, personal battles, strange performances and crazy bohemian lifestyles – the kind of stuff you’ve come to expect from a worthwhile rock bio. He certainly gets much deeper into their history than I could when I interviewed Edgar Breau a few years back. But perhaps most interesting is the way Locke documents how Simply Saucer’s legend stayed alive after they broke up in 1979, through a small but fervent network of musicians and tape-trading record geeks who, once they heard the band’s mid-’70s demos and live performances, were compelled to spread the word to like-minded peers. With the band’s best music now properly preserved, the future is looking up for Simply Saucer. In addition to Heavy Metalloid Music, there’s a documentary film and a 2cd reissue of Cyborgs Revisited on In The Red Records both promised for 2017. Perhaps they’ll finally get some of the acclaim they should’ve had over 40 years ago. Better late than never.

The Beatpack – Back, Behind and In Front (State Records)

I don’t think I’ve heard a more accurate recreation of mid-’60s r&b/freakbeat than this four-song EP by recently resurrected U.K. garage gang The Beatpack. It has the songs, the production (raw and echo-y), and all the attention to period detail needed to pass it off as a ’66 original. Within the first 30 seconds of opening track “Loopin’ With Lucy” you get the full scope of The Beatpack’s influences: The Pretty Things, Them, The Yardbirds and The Animals. Like those bands, these guys use obvious source material but play it hard and fast enough to make it interesting, with rave-up sections, wailing harmonicas, flirtations with jazz, and all other sorts of experimentation. “A Fog Is Lifting” is my favorite song. So what if its only aspiration is to find out what “Jeff’s Boogie” by The Yardbirds would sound like with Eric Burdon adding vocals? It’s 2:16 of compelling garage rock – as are the other nine minutes of this all too brief EP.

The Brian Jonestown Massacre – Their Satanic Majesties’ Second Request (A Records)

Their Satanic Majesties’ Second Request was the first of three Brian Jonestown Massacre records released in 1996, and like the other two (Take It From The Man and Thank God For Mental Illness) it wasn’t heard by a ton of people at the time, but those who heard it couldn’t really ignore what they were doing. Even before Jack White or The Strokes were making music, bands inspired by the 1960s were nothing new. However, The Brian Jonestown Massacre weren’t just copyists. Even when they were actually using someone else’s old ideas, they filtered it through their own chaotic lives, adding a sense of humor and willingness to experiment other bowl-haircutted bands lacked. Plus, they knew how to write interesting songs, which is why their albums from this era have held up a lot better than most of what was popular in alternative rock at that time.

As the title indicates, this album was inspired by The Rolling Stones’ 1967 album Their Satanic Majesties Request, which is oft-maligned (though pretty great in my opinion) because it had the band shedding most of their blues and r&b roots and exploring the outer realms of psychedelic experimentation. The spirit of that album, and Brian Jones’ overall contributions to the Stones are all over these songs, with Jonestown members playing over 40 instruments, from the normal guitars and drums, to exotic instruments like the tablas, cabasa, and what the liner notes describe as “weird fucking Chinese shit”.

Sequencing is a real strength here, with the songs and brief musical interludes bookended by a pair of tracks called “All Around You” where Jonestown mastermind Anton Newcombe plays the album’s “host”, welcoming listeners to the journey it’s meant to take you on. Song-wise 2nd Request has a lot going on, with eighteen tacks and seventy-four minutes of music to dive through. My favorite songs are the ones where the band ventures into Eastern-inspired motifs, like “Feelers”, “In India You”, and “Cause, I Lover”, all of which sound like The Beatles might have sounded in 1967 with more Lennon/Harrison than Lennon/McCartney. On the folk-rock side, guitarist Matt Hollywood – often the band’s secret weapon during their wild 1990s peak – contributes classic “No Come Down” and “Jesus”, while Mara Keagle sings “Anemone”, one of the band’s signature tunes. As great as individual songs are, the album is most effective taken in as a whole.

So why am I reviewing a twenty-year-old album that hasn’t been reissued? Well this is a new 2016 2xLP repress on 180-gram yellow vinyl that looks cool and sounds better than my old CD. So if you already own it, there’s a good reason to upgrade, and if you don’t own it, there’s never been a better time to pick it up.

The Brian Jonestown Massacre – Third World Pyramid (A Records)

Third World Pyramid is the Brian Jonestown Massacre’s 15th full-length album, and while they’re still putting out music that’s 10x better than most of their peers, they’ve started to hit some of the stumbling blocks that come with longevity (they recently celebrated a 25th anniversary). At their peak the only thing holding them back was themselves, but with band members approaching 50 they’re battling against diminishing range, maturity, and reliance on old ideas. Take the songs “Don’t Get Lost” and “Like Describing Colour To A Blind Man On Acid” for example: If these were the only Brian Jonestown Massacre songs you’d ever heard, you’d probably like them. But, if you’ve followed the band for any significant stretch of time, you’d know there’s at least three songs in their catalogue that sound just like them. That’s the problem; Third World Pyramid sounds just fine, but doesn’t add much to what you already know about the band. There’s also issues with the sequencing, with only nine songs running just under 40 minutes making it hard to find cohesion among all the loose threads, and there definitely wasn’t enough space to warrant including two instrumentals (“Oh Bother” and “Lunar Surf Graveyard”, both of which sound exactly like what you expect Brian Jonestown Massacre songs without lyrics to sound like). The album’s best moments actually come from sources outside the band. Album opener “Good Mourning” features Anton’s wife Katy Lane doing a Hope Sandoval type of vocal, frequent collaborator Tess Parks sings the title song, which sounds cool even if it reminds you of old Jonestown track “This Is The One Thing We Did Not Want To Have Happen” right down to the terrible drum fills, and “The Assignment Song”, is a surprising Nina Simone cover that clocks in over nine minutes thanks to a long flute-driven instrumental section. The final track, “The Sun Ship”, works much better here as a culmination of the album’s psychedelic journey than it did as a stand-alone pre-album single, though it’s pretty impossible to hear it and not be reminded of “I Am The Walrus” and “Strawberry Fields”.