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My internet-radio show, Kill the Head, “airs” every Friday, 5 to 7 p.m. (eastern), on Asheville Free Media.

Two things this week:
1) Thanks to Greg Lyon for serving as my co-pilot. He hosts a fantastic show on Asheville Free Media called The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly, which comes on right before Kill the Head — 2 to 5 p.m.

2) During the show I played Creepjoint’s “Unbroken,” off the band’s new album GOODCOOKIE. However, I incorrectly referred to the track as “Of the Mud.” My apologies.

Listen: here

ARTIST SONG ALBUM LABEL
M. Forshage “Leichenschrelen” self-titled (cassette) Konduktör
Dettmann & Klock “Renumber” Scenario Ostgut Ton
Tolerance “Sound Round” Divin Vanity Records
Regis “Translation” Gymnastics Downwards
Mr. Brinkman “Tunnel Runners” Transmittens Vermiform
Extreme Animals “Here We Go Again” Role the Dice self-released
Freedom’s Children “The Crazy World of Pod” Galactic Vibes Shadoks Music
Creepjoint “Unbroken” GOODCOOKIE Famous Maker Brand
JPT Scare Band “Sleeping Sickness” Past is Prologue Kung Bomar
Possessed “March to Die” Beyond the Gates Combat
Gorguts “The Carnal State” Obscura Olympic Recordings
G.I.S.M. “Still Alive” Performance of War Performance Corps
Xasthur “Cursed Revelation” Telepathic With the Deceased Moribund Records
M:I:5 “Gelb 91” Autogen 10 (twelve-inch) Profan
Ricardo Villalobos “For All Seasons” Thé Au Harem D’Archimède Perlon
Tomutonttu “Live In Eu II” self-titled Beta-lactam Ring Records
Sundog Peacehouse “Moss Gnomes” Brosound Digitalis Limited
Kuupuu “Taivaankotiin” Unilintu Dekorder
Patrick Cowley / Jorge Socarras “I Remember” Catholic Macro
Giorgio (Moroder) “From Here To Eternity” From Here To Eternity Casablanca
Mood music during talking breaks: Gurdjieff / de Hartmann – Music Composed In Collaboration By… (Wergo)

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(This show preview originally appeared in the Seattle Weekly.)

Country Joe McDonald — that hairy dude in the Woodstock documentary who leads the infamous F-U-C-K chant — was one of psychedelia’s most outrageous satirists. But like a lot of wily hippies, his roots lie in the folk revival (i.e. strapping on a guitar and imitating the great Woody Guthrie). For the last several years, McDonald has been paying tribute to Woody with a series of tribute performances, the spirit of which was captured on the recently released two-disc set A Tribute to Woody Guthrie. However, this isn’t Country Joe’s first Guthrie-themed record. Way back in 1969, the year of Woodstock, he recorded Thinking of Woody Guthrie. If you’re a fan of vintage cosmic Americana, then you really need to hear this masterful country-rock album.

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(This show preview originally appeared in the Seattle Weekly.)

Though Afrobeat has spawned a new generation of bands here in the United States, the overwhelming majority of them sound like Fela Kuti clones, which is understandable. Fela’s imposing legacy is so worthy of worship that genuflection often trumps innovation. Michigan’s Nomo started its career bowing before The Man just like every other group. But over the course of the band’s last two albums, Ghost Rock and last year’s Invisible Cities, it has redefined classic Afrobeat, filtering its core sound through an electronica-based sensibility that’s equal parts Detroit techno, krautrock and Eno-approved ambient music. The horns even skronk with a free-jazz ferocity that you just don’t hear on vintage Fela albums. So yeah, Nomo makes seriously innovative dance music, folks, hypnotic to both mind and body.

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My internet-radio show, Kill the Head, “airs” every Friday, 5 to 7 p.m. (eastern), on Asheville Free Media.

Listen: here

ARTIST SONG ALBUM LABEL
Esoteric “Sinistrous” The Pernicious Enigma Aesthetic Death Records
Nathan Young untitled (track six) Jean Street Hanson Records
Sleeparchive untitled (track two, side a) Hadron EP (twelve-inch)
self-released
Soft Opening untitled (track one) self-titled self-released
Ulaan Khol untitled (track one) II Soft Abuse
Institut Fuer FeinMotorik untitled (track three) Negemergenz Fusetron Sound
The Rita “Shark Knifing” (side one) Shark Knifing (seven-inch) SNSE
Trepaneringsritualen “Den Blodtunga Jorden” Septentrional Hanson Records
Audion “Kisses” Suckfish Spectral Sound
Wolfgang Voigt “Stomp” (Auftrieb mix) Stomp (twelve-inch) Auftrieb
Die Krupps “Wahre Arbeit – Wahrer Lohn” Wahre Arbeit – Wahrer Lohn (twelve-inch) Zickzack
Factums “The Portal” A Primitive Future (O.S.T.) Assophon
Blops “Locomotora” self-titled Shadoks Music
Larry Young “Means Happiness” Contrasts Blue Note
Morning Glory “Jelly Gas Flame” Two Suns Worth Fallout
Bob Desper “The World is Crying Out For Love” seven-inch Discourage Records
Stone Vengeance “To Kill Evil” To Kill Evil self-released
Carcass “Genital Grinder” Reek of Putrefaction Earache
Impaled Nazarene “The Crucified” Day Of Darkness Festifall N/A
S.P.K. “Mekano” Auto-Da-Fé Walter Ulbricht Schallfolien
Mood music during talking breaks: Knights of Timbre’s Mercury Huffer cassette (Animal Disguise)

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Classic Rock Crate Digger is a column I write for the Rhapsody Blog.

For a long time, the Classic Rock Crate Digger totally loathed David Bowie, particularly his golden period, 1970 to ’77. On so many of his so-called classic albums (Ziggy, Diamond Dogs, Heroes, et al.), he sounds like a glam-rock/New Wave charlatan constantly nicking tricks from far superior artists, including a few personal heroes: Scott Walker, Brian Eno and the perennially overlooked Peter Hammill. If that wasn’t enough, too many of his fans seem to possess a blind devotion that is more than a little annoying. I swear, at least 75% of the fanatics that I’ve met regard the guy as some kind of post-modern genius, the be-all and end-all of everything that’s avant garde. Meanwhile, so few of these same people have ever even heard, say, Hammill’s Chameleon in the Shadow of Night or Walker’s Scott 4.

Then something happened. I watched the incredible documentary Scott Walker: 30 Century Man, and it changed my mind. Sort of.

Bowie, in addition to serving as executive producer, is one of the primary interviewees, and the guy really shines. First off, he doesn’t take himself seriously at all (no post-modern baloney dripping from his trap). What we’ve learned from Velvet Goldmine notwithstanding, he’s a rock ‘n’ roll fan boy, just like you and me and the little snot down the street snorting crushed Ritalin and cranking the White Stripes. That’s cool. More importantly, Bowie acknowledges the debt he owes the artists who have inspired him through the years. He wants his fans to track down all the cool underground stuff he digs.

Now, I still find his music dull as river rock, and I’ll explain why: in order to sell his art-rock vision to the mainstream, he had to cleanse his influences of their most volatile, and interesting, idiosyncrasies — not pop enough for the masses, apparently. Yet those are the things I’m most into — the weird stuff. Oh well. The important thing is that I no longer hate David Bowie. In fact, having a cocktail with him and talking jams sounds like it would be a total blast. Maybe Geraldo can come, too.

A lot of the artists Bowie has championed over the years (Lou Reed, Iggy Pop, T. Rex) are very nearly as famous as he is, nowadays. Nevertheless, I thought it would be cool to give a brief rundown of some of the musicians and records that inspired the, uh, Thin White Duke (always hated that phrase).

Scott Walker
Scott, Scott 2, Scott 3 and Scott 4

At the dawn of his career Bowie made some oddball symphonic pop (check out The Deram Anthology 1966-1968), but it was Scott Walker who defined the avant-pop crooner in the late 1960s. His first four studio albums are stone-cold brilliant and audacious. Bowie obviously worshiped all four.

The Stooges
Fun House

The Stooges are now in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, so they’re no longer outsiders. But if you want to understand why young Bowie ditched whimsical acoustica for heavy jammers, then simply crank this beast 100 times in a row (if you haven’t already). It will sound like violent slop at first, but eventually the snarling, rhythmic genius of the guitar, bass and drums will reveal itself. Bowie dug it so much he decided to become Iggy’s babysitter for a few years.

Peter Hammill
Chameleon in the Shadow of Night

Though Bowie has acknowledged Peter Hammill’s influence, it hasn’t translated into widespread recognition for the founder of Van Der Graaf Generator. Hammill’s music is just too difficult and sci-fi driven, I think. Apparently, Chameleon in the Shadow of Night is the record that inspired Bowie to make his own difficult and sci-fi influenced album, 1974’s Diamond Dogs. It definitely sounds like it. If there’s just one record on this list the Classic Rock Crate Digger really wants you to dig into, it’s this tangled and dense masterwork.

The Velvet Underground
Loaded

Lou Reed = the David Bowie of the 1960s, right?

Klaus Nomi
Bowie wasn’t necessarily influenced by Klaus Nomi’s music. He simply thought the sci-fi opera weirdo, who was the toast of New York’s New Wave/disco underground in the late 1970s, would make an awesome backup singer for his appearance on Saturday Night Live. It’s a move that further reinforced the view that throughout the ’70s Bowie incessantly watched the underground for trends. He was always looking for some obscure fruit to pick and feed to mainstream pop audiences.

T. Rex
A Beard of Stars / T. Rex

Both Marc Bolan and David Bowie started off as mod dandies who then went into psych-folk and then on to riff-heavy glam. The only difference is that Bolan was always the first to shape-shift. Bowie then followed his lead.

Roxy Music
Country Life

Some time after Bowie grew tired of that silly red wig he turned chic. During his Young Americans phase (1975) he was all about Italian couture and funky blue-eyed soul-infused art pop. That was him playing the Bryan Ferry/Roxy Music card.

Alice Cooper
Easy Action

In 2006 I had the honor of interviewing Dennis Dunaway, bassist and composer for the original Alice Cooper band. He told me an interesting story. Dunaway once ran into a member of David Bowie’s camp, who revealed to him that Alice Cooper’s look from the late 1960s (gargantuan platforms and skin-tight space suits) was a big influence on Ziggy’s band, the Spiders From Mars. I’ll go a step further and say Alice, as exemplified on 1970’s Easy Action, invented the Ziggy concept, that of the androgynous rocker in makeup calling out society through satirical freak-rock, performance art and media-savvy shenanigans. Interesting note: Easy Action contains a song titled “Return of the Spiders,” and the Coop’s first garage-rock group was actually called the Spiders. Coincidences?

The Walker Brothers
Nite Flights

Actually, I have no idea if Bowie lifted any ideas from Nite Flights; I just think it’s one of the best proto-New Wave records ever made. Lots of pop critics cite Low and Heroes (also mid-’70s Roxy Music) as ground zero for the new romantics (Ultravox, O.M.D., Soft Cell, Human League, etc). But the movement’s coolest precursors are the first four tunes on this gem. Listen to “The Electrician” RIGHT NOW.

Brian Eno
Another Green World

Speaking of Low and Heroes, listen to Eno’s Another Green World, and you’ll understand why Bowie asked him to produce those two records.

Pink Floyd
First Three Singles

Nearly every Brit who has ever played the psychedelic-joker role stole his/her shtick from Syd Barrett, Bowie included. But here’s the thing: The Piper at the Gates of Dawn and Barrett’s original two solo efforts, The Madcap Laughs and Barrett, are the albums usually hauled out when proving the man’s genius. While all three are great, it’s the songs comprising Floyd’s first three singles that, to me, truly nail his singular talents. Those are “Arnold Layne,” “Candy and a Currant Bun,” “See Emily Play,” “The Scarecrow,” “Apples and Oranges,” and the Richard Write composition “Paintbox.”

Jobriath
Jobriath / Creatures of the Street

Sadly, Rhapsody doesn’t offer Jobriath’s two magnificent albums: his self-titled debut from 1973 and Creatures of the Street, released in ’74. Hopefully, these will be made available to us someday, because the openly gay glam rocker from Philadelphia was like Ziggy’s long-lost twin. Jobriath was doing everything Bowie was doing, only nobody knew he even existed. Sad.

Honorable Mention: The Cockettes!

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(This show preview originally appeared in the Seattle Weekly.)

Witchburn only proves further what we already knew: Seattle is a big, gaping vortex for stoner rock, doom, and sludge. Sure, the group has released just a single EP to date, but it’s a real keeper. Dreadlocked guitarist Mischa Kianne (who’s hot and who apparently plays fiddle as well) unloads one gnarly riff after another. Jamie Nova, meanwhile, howls about the kind of positive things teens into cigarettes and skipping class need to hear, like taking control, not taking shit, and standing up for your rights. Though the group totally worships the Melvins, its sound is a little more Fu Manchu and Acid King — that is, a little more bar rock. Which is just fine by me. Watching beautiful women rock out while drinking beer is one of life’s great joys.

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(This show preview originally appeared in the Seattle Weekly.)

There’s a good reason why the first two Pure Prairie League albums aren’t mentioned alongside country-rock standards like Grievous Angel and American Beauty. Shortly after the release of Pure Prairie League and Bustin’ Out in 1972, chief composer Craig Fuller, also a conscientious objector, was forced to leave the music biz and work in a VA medical facility for the duration of the war. Without its top talent at the helm, the band eventually descended into soft-rock hell. To this day, this is the stuff most folks remember. After several false starts Fuller eventually rejoined the Prairies and released 2006’s All in Good Time, the first album to contain Fuller’s compositions in more than 30 years. The production is a little too “wedding band” at times. But oh well. The tunes are just fantastic.

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This piece originally appeared on the Rhapsody Blog.

Very sad news: Bobby Charles died on Thursday, January 14, in the morning, apparently. Though an exact cause of death has yet to be determined, the New Orleans composer and singer had been battling health problems for several years.

I love Charles’ music, yet I know very little about the guy. Then again, very few music writers do, outside of my pal Brian J. Barr, who wrote a fantastic profile on him for Oxford American’s 10th Annual Music Issue. Charles, according to the Seattle-based scribe, “kept a death-grip on his privacy and spent his last years in a two-bedroom trailer ‘with a wide deck on it outside Abbeville [Louisiana]. He told me there was a seafood restaurant he frequented near his home where the waitress would already be mixing his Grey Goose martini before he’d even finished parking his car. He ate alone and he lived alone.”

Bobby Charles, an ethnic Cajun, was more or less a major-league talent who didn’t like the spotlight, who didn’t crave fame and fortune — just a martini and some killer seafood. This means a lot of music fans out there don’t understand his impact, which is considerable. First off, he’s a legend in New Orleans music. If you’re a legend in the city that gave birth to the very idea of an “American sound,” then you’re a pretty big deal just about everywhere else, from New York to Des Moines to… Seattle. Much like fellow Big Easy great Allen Toussaint, Charles devoted a good chunk of his career to writing songs for others and in the process had a hand in creating several genres including swamp pop, Southern R&B and hell, even rock ‘n’ roll its bad self. In the 1950s and ’60s, he penned a string of pop standards, namely “But I Do,” which Clarence “Frogman” Henry had a major hit with; “Walking to New Orleans,” the Fats Domino classic, and the Bill Haley No. 1 “See You Later, Alligator,” a song whose title threaded itself into the very fabric of the American lexicon.

Other chestnuts include “The Jealous Kind,” “Why Are People Like That” and the ballad “Tennessee Blues” (a sublime version of which J.D. Crowe & the New South, with a young Keith Whitley on lead vocals, recorded for their 1978 album My Home Ain’t In the Hall of Fame).

But what ultimately made me fall for Charles was an odd little record he put out in 1972 on the Bearsville label. In fact, it’s also what made me fall for Rhapsody. Not to get too autobiographical, but when I started working here I was skeptical about the depth of Rhap’s catalog (yeah, they got Rihanna but do they have the rare stuff), so I conducted a little search-engine test. First album entered: Bobby Charles. I once spent several years looking for a vinyl copy, and so the album has become something of a rarity litmus test whenever entering a new record store or even browsing a new online music service. Well, sure enough, there it was in all its muddy glory. It’s such a cool record. Again not unlike Allen Toussaint, with his 1975 record Southern Nights, Bobby Charles was all about the songwriter seizing the reins and allowing New Orleans vibes to bleed into the hippie roots-rock sound that was popular at the time. In fact, his backing band included The Band’s bassist Rick Danko, Dr. John and guitarist Amos Garrett. On songs like “All the Money,” “Small Town Talk” and “Grow Too Old,” Charles creates arty, often fractured grooves, as if he heard what The Band — as well as Lowell George and Little Feat — were doing to his Southern music, and wanted in. Yet there’s also a natural sway to Bobby Charles, one that these other groups never quite achieved. I guess you can teach a Southerner to be a hippie, but you can’t teach a hippie to be a Southerner. It’s all in that mud, folks.

In terms of lyrical content, you could say Bobby Charles was written from that trailer he later moved into. His need for privacy and disdain for the mainstream comes through loud and clear, line after line: “It’s all small town talk/ You know how people are/ They can’t stand to see someone else doing what they like to,” or “Who’s going to work and make the economy grow, if we all hang out in the street/ Well, I don’t know, and I don’t care, just as long as it ain’t me,” and even better for its comedic simplicity “He got all the money./ He got all the money./ And he won’t give me none.”

Those lines might make you think Charles ranted and raved like some kind of angry social satirist, but that’s not the truth at all. The man was a master soul singer. His voice dripped like partially warmed sorghum. Even when delivering his most stinging lines, he sounded relaxed and down to earth, maybe even a little tipsy. There’s a real love of humanity to be felt there, but it’s for his fellow outsiders, for his fellow hobos, for all those Southern cats, in his words, “drifting from town to town.”

And now the great Bobby Charles has drifted on to just another…

See you later, alligator.

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Here’s the playlist for the very first installment of Kill the Head, my new internet-radio show. It “airs” every Friday, 5 to 7 p.m. (eastern), on Asheville Free Media.

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ARTIST SONG ALBUM LABEL
Creepjoint “Kill the Head” Kill the Head Famous Maker Brand
The USA is a Monster “All or Nothing” Space Programs Load Records
Flat Can Co. “Uncle Daddy” Remember When I Set You On Fire stabUdown
Lightning Bolt “The Sublime Freak” Earthly Delights Load Records
Portion Control “In Search of Excellence” Gaining Momentum In Phaze Records
Emptyset “Completely Gone” Emptyset Caravan
Magas “Deerton School” Double-Sided Magas Danger de Nuit
Sightings “The Electrician” Through the Panama Load Records
Blues Control “End Zone” Puff Fusetron
Redshape “Man Out of Time” The Dance Paradox Delsin
Royal Trux “Dirty Headlines” (remix) Dirty Headlines 12” Domino
Carl Simmons “Kaspar Hauser” Honeysuckle Rose Sacred Bones Records
39 Clocks “You Can’t Count the Bombs (It’s Zero)” Zoned De Stijl
Teenage Panzerkorps (Der TPK) “Vortantwortungsfreude” Games For Slaves Siltbreeze Records
:zoviet-france: “Scacen” Loh Land Staalplaat
The Collectors “What is Love” The Collectors Warner Bros.
Peter Green “The End of the Game” The End of the Game Reprise Records
Peter Hammill “Porton Down” pH7 Charisma
Luke Hess “Reflections” Light in the Dark Echocord
EyeHateGod “Dixie Whiskey” Dopesick Century Media
Karp (When You Pay the Money) Suplex K Records
Soilent Green “Breed in Weakness” Sewn Mouth Secrets Relapse Records
Six Finger Satellite “Half Life” A Good Year For Hardness Anchor Brain
Mood music during talking breaks: Thomas Fehlmann’s Honigpumpe CD (Kompakt)

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(This show preview originally appeared in the Seattle Weekly.)

Al Kooper is revered for a lot of things. Among them, cooking-up the instantly legendary organ howl on “Like a Rolling Stone,” serving time in the mighty Blues Project, cofounding Blood, Sweat & Tears” and penning the oldies nugget “This Diamond Ring.” My personal fave has got to be the blistering Super Session. Conceived by Kooper and guitarists Mike Bloomfield and Stephen Stills, this album is one of the foundations of sweat-stained hard rock, right up there with the best from Cream and Hendrix. For all his accomplishments in the 1960s, more than a few critics feel Kooper’s last two albums, Black Coffee and White Chocolate, are the very best of his career. Both titles are exploratory fusions of blue-eyed soul, uptown blues, round-midnight jazz, country and vintage rock & roll. There’s really no stopping the guy, is there?

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