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“Here To Go” by The Brian Jonestown Massacre
The new BJM album, Aufheben, is coming out in a few days, so let’s revisit that band. I’m of the opinion that Anton Newcombe can do no wrong, but I’ll be the first to admit that his records after BJM’s three-year hiatus—from the abrasive My Bloody Underground onward—are definitely an acquired taste, very different from the band you know and love from the mid-’90s.
That being said, you really need to check out two oft-overlooked records, …And This Is Our Music and the We Are The Radio EP, both recorded after their classic Bravery, Repetition and Noise but before that hiatus I mentioned. …And This Is Our Music (2003) is their swan song, full of the psychedelic garage-rock you’ll recognize from their earlier records, but with more polish and ambience. It’s Anton Newcombe’s own personal Exile On Main St, sprawling and achingly beautiful, and it feels like the end of something. It would have been the perfect record to end their career on. We Are The Radio (2005) offers a few new songs in a similar vein serving as an unnecessary (but definitely worthwhile) coda to this phase of BJM’s creative output.
As I mentioned, Anton’s recent work has been a horse of a very different color, but BJM’s recent Illuminomi 7” (follow the link to listen) seems to indicate a return to form. BJM has always had a shifting lineup—by one estimate more than fifty musicians have endured Anton’s antics at one point or another—but I’m told that Anton is collaborating with Matt Hollywood again, so I’m optimistic about the new album. Look for Aufheben to come out on April 30th, and keep on rockin’ in the Free World, folks!
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Well They’re Gone, by The Dandy Warhols.
Written by Courtney Taylor-Taylor, this is the debut single of their upcoming album This Machine, due out April 24th.
Download it for free through their official website.
A gif I made a while back from their music video for Boys Better.
A personal favourite, this is Boys Better by The Dandy Warhols.
Boys had better beware
You could seem to color your hair.
Or on a wig, you already spent
All the dough to cover your rent.
But not so cool man
If you care, for all the
Other boys caught in your
Bleach job hair.
And girls better beware.
Boys, you better, you better.
Yeah
Boys said
She had,
Like god’s hands.
A-men
Boys had better beware
You could seem a wasted affair
And like a bitch you already spent
All the dough you promised your friends
But not so cool man if you care
For all the other boys caught
In your bleach job hair.
And girls you better beware,
Boy you better, you better.
Oh man it’s not fair
To all the other boys caught
In your bleach job hair
And girls you better beware.
Boys, you better, you better
Brian Jonestown Massacre play Anemone.
Horse Pills, by Dandy Warhols
a big thank you to Frank for introducing me to this album, that I’ve been listening to for years
So your ex got a mansion
where you kick it on the hill
your boy comes to see you
he’s your Hollywood thrill
He’s a Spanish fly
that bucks like a stallion
In the suits that you got him
he looks more Italian
You worry bout your tan when the weather’s gettin’ clammy
summer in the city and winters in Miami
You get so high on the high life pills
cruisin’ and boozin’ and rockin’ on the horse size pills
You could even take more thrills
you could even take more spills
pills, thrills, chills and ills man, kills
and rockin’ on the horse size
Butt’s gettin’ bigger
do you think he’ll notice maybe?
that’s ok, don’t worry bout it baby!
Cause everybody knows he pumps you for your money
that’s alright, don’t worry bout it honey!
In your itsy bitsy teenie weenie riding up your butt bikini
keepin’ on the heels cause you’re saggin’
just a teenie bit more than the girls
he pretends he doesn’t thrill, rubbin’ on the lotion
and rockin’ on the horse size pills
You could even take more thrills
you could even take more spills
pills, thrills, chills, and ills man, kills
And rockin’ on the horse size
Sometimes you feel like Moses
that’s when you’re toasted
Yeah, kick it. Yo bitch
That’s right, yeah
Rockin’ on the horse size…
Sleep, by Dandy Warhols
a personal favourite
Well I could sleep forever
but it’s of her I dream
if I could sleep forever
I could forget about everything
if I could sleep forever
if I could sleep forever
if I could sleep forever…
