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VH1 Classic Metal Mania: Stripped

The members of Bon Jovi were considered the original gangsters of glam rock for going acoustic on MTV’s Unplugged series. Of course, loads of long-haired warriors were ready to ditch their Ibanez Destroyer guitars once they saw the cash potential of an acoustic ballad. This collection features a veritable who’s who from VH1 Classic’s Metal Mania shows, including Warrant, Cinderella, Night Ranger, Extreme, White Lion and Tesla. Standout tracks that cause a nagging itch to raise a lighter include Great White’s “Save Your Love,” Queensryche’s “Silent Lucidity” and Poison’s “Every Rose Has Its Thorn.” Sure, the sincerity gets lost when the publishing checks roll in, but who could deny being caught off guard while humming Slaughter’s “Fly To The Angels”? A must have for those who frequent the Roadhouse.
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Three cheers for pestilence!

Drastic times call for drastic measures. In an age of dwindling ticket sales, promoters are trying alternative styles of music to fill up their monthly calendars. From The Boardwalk in Orangevale to the House of Blues in Los Angeles, metal is slowly making a much-needed comeback.

But death metal at The Fillmore? I couldn’t believe that Morbid Angel—the Florida-based band that virtually coined the phrase, along with Possessed and a handful of now classic yet defunct bands—was going to hold court at the lovely, chandelier-bedecked hall. Could it actually go off without incident and multiple arrests? After all, isn’t The Fillmore the same place that hosted all those burned-out hippie concerts (Quicksilver Messenger Service, Moby Grape, Jefferson Airplane, etc.) and still to this day gives out free apples to each and every patron?

Needless to say, Morbid Angel delivered on its promise to bring bucketfuls of blasphemy, sickness, pestilence and horror to its satanic service on Sunday, February 13. With the return of original lead singer and bassist Dave Vincent, it seems that the band hasn’t missed a beat. “Rapture” opened the set, and it only got better from there. Adults and kids from all walks of life erupted into a frenzy during tracks like “Where the Slime Lives” and “Pain Divine.”

For us older folks, it felt like a time machine had heaved us back to the great early 1990s, a time when bands like Napalm Death, Carcass, Nocturnus, Suffocation, Kreator, Coroner and Sodom ruled the roost. To see lead guitarist Trey Azagthoth shredding fierce, whammy-bar solos during “Chapel of Ghouls” underneath the backdrop of the Fillmore stage was overwhelming and way overdue.

But what about Sacramento? One promoter, at least, has taken matters into his own hands to route touring bands to the Sacramento Valley. Eric Rushing, owner of the 720 Records empire and talent booker for The Boardwalk, told me, “I want to bring back the metal to Sacramento.”

One look at the club’s calendar is proof positive that he’s doing just that. In February alone, the schedule includes Walls of Jericho, Bury Your Dead, Sweden’s legendary Entombed, Crowbar and Pro-Pain. March brings us even more with Eighteen Visions, From a Second Story Window, Into the Moat, Nodes of Ranvier, Atreyu, Unearth and a glorious double bill with Throwdown and As I Lay Dying. However, April is when the real meat and potatoes of metal is served up, in the form of Mastodon and, of course, Germany’s Kreator, along with Poland’s Vader and the Bay Area’s Death Angel. Visit www.boardwalkrocks.com for details.

Both Bay Area and Sacramento clubs are opening their doors to welcome back the very bands that started their respective scenes in one glorious wave. It’s about time.
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Midnight Movies

   

This Los Angeles-based trio made quite a stir with its self-produced, self-titled EP. Although the band had been around for less than two years, it was earning praise all over the United States, and a record deal ensued. What separates the trio from last year’s glut of new bands is not only its stage setup (drummer-vocalist Gena Olivier places herself center stage, in front of guitarist Larry Schemel and keyboardist-guitarist Jason Hammons), but also its witty song structures and awkward phrasing. One listen to “Blue Babies” or the opening track, “Persimmon Tree,” may draw inevitable comparisons to a stripped-down Stereolab or even early Lush—without all the feedback and walls of noise. Another listen might hint at Broadcast. It’s a fine, proper debut with lots of promise. What’s next?

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High on Fire – Blessed Black Wings

   

Satan would fear Bay Area trio High on Fire. It’s simply unstoppable, now that the band has recruited former Melvins bassist Joe Preston (who lives in the Northwest). Sure, it’s a bitch to get together for band practice and songwriting, but somehow this chance union works for the better. Blessed Black Wings carries on the rich tradition of stoner riffage, à la Kyuss or Sleep, among a quagmire of early-Sabbath-esque fare without sounding dated or refurbished. Tracks like “The Face of Oblivion” and “Cometh Down Hessian” set new, dizzying standards for metal with epic arrangements, string interludes and storytelling. High on Fire has, in effect, become the standard. Fans of Mastodon or early Cathedral will rejoice. The master is here. Nine out of 10 Orange amplifiers.

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Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti – The Doldrums

   

While the indie-music world was searching for the next Interpol or Strokes equivalent, Los Angeles-based Ariel Pink was busy recording in relative isolation. The result was The Doldrums and, as an added bonus, Vital Pink, six extra tracks for your aural pleasure. These eight-track recordings feature Pink playing all instruments, including percussion that sounds near perfect made with his mouth, of all things. If you’re a fan of early-1960s psychedelic pop and early Syd Barrett, this twisted collection should do the trick. Although recorded in the last four years, songs like “Among Dreams” and “Good Kids Make Bad Grown Ups” are timeless psych-pop fodder. If you can stomach the lo-fi recordings, you’ll realize the true charm of Ariel Pink. How can he top this one? Ask the penguin.

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M83 – Before the Dawn Heals Us

The sophomore release from Anthony Gonzalez and Nicolas Fromageau (a.k.a. M83) carries on the rich tradition of electronic wash and dense soundscapes without repeating the magic found on the band’s first release, Dead Cities, Red Seas & Lost GhostsDead Cities relied heavily on instrumental ambience and bombastic dirges, but this collection finds the group incorporating vocals into the mix with great effect. Songs like “Farewell/Goodbye” are proof positive that the duo is more than a one-trick pony. In addition, M83 seeks to find a happy medium between dissonance and melody. The group’s minimalist choruses achieve much more in a few measures than most musicians do in a full-length player. If you’re looking for a repeat of last year’s masterpiece, stop now. M83 has successfully morphed again.

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Books on Tape

The Business End

Todd Matthew Drootin writes unconventional electronic music aimed at the dance floor, using original and organic beats. One listen to his latest long-player—layered with sequencers, bargain synthesizer rhythms and processors—should convert both drum ’n’ bass enthusiasts and fans of the Warp Records roster. “Grey Matters,” infused with short blasts of keyboard calisthenics, moves along at a brisk pace. Tracks like “Patron Saints III” easily could be mistaken as lost outtakes from Richard Linklater’s movie Slacker. Whether you’re a devout electro-geek or looking for something for that long, midnight drive alone on Interstate 5, Drootin’s latest should work wonders. If noncommittal bass loops and fractured breakbeats make you salivate, The Business End will do the trick.
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The Killers

Hot Fuss

Point of origin shouldn’t be an issue. That is, unless you’re a Las Vegas-based band called the Killers. Led by vocalist and keyboardist Brandon Flowers, this quartet already has drawn comparisons to bands as far-reaching as Boy-era U2, Duran Duran, Interpol and Stellastarr. Fortunately, the songs found within the Killers’ debut album are as good as the NME magazine hype. From the infectious “Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine” to the overly repetitive yet catchy chorus of “Somebody Told Me,” one can sense the urgency of a new band that has yet to unleash its full bag of tricks. Guitarist Dave Keuning knows how to play for the song and cautiously weaves a spell of reverb-laden soundscapes among the backdrop of an able rhythm section: drummer Ronnie Vannucci and bassist Mark Stoermer. Well done.

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Clinic

Winchester Cathedral

While Radiohead fans wait for that band’s next album, there’s always the Liverpool band Clinic—which actually stimulates and titillates much more than Radiohead does. Clinic is virtually a household name in the United States due to Thom Yorke’s incessant babbling and a coveted slot on Radiohead’s Kid A tour, so comparisons would be inevitable. Clinic’s previous album, Walking With Thee, may have seemed one-tiered, relying too much on the melodica and the band’s penchant for garage and surf, but Winchester Cathedral marries all of the band’s attributes into one cohesive collection. Such standout tracks as “Falstaff” benefit from odd time signatures and overt background vocals, while “Vertical Takeoff” moves slowly along with the swagger you can find only after a few too many Johnnie Walker shots.
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Wolf Eyes

Burned Mind

What started out as a solo project for Detroit native Nate Young in 1996 eventually festered into a trio, hell-bent on creating a soundtrack for the apocalypse. Wolf Eyes’ latest aural abomination—after several do-it-yourself cassettes and LPs, numerous CD-R-only releases and a slew of national tours—should be enough to incite a few well-planned serial murders. The trio, with Aaron Dilloway and Andrew Wilkes-Krier having joined Young within the last four years, straddles the line between industrial sonics and urban, white noise. Such tracks as “Urine Burn” and “Stabbed in the Face” set the nauseating pace, and “Rattlesnake Shake” tugs and pulls at your cerebral cortex with reckless aplomb. If you’re looking for the perfect accompaniment to your Faces of Death videos, look no further.
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