It's my utmost pleasure to supply you some narcotic salvation (salivation?), Kate_C. ;)If it in any way should lead you to the transformative universe of Coil I shall die extremely happy.
p.s. you would have to go some distance to appal me....
I've trouble identifying another artist in my collection with a track-for-track discography that rivals the Smiths for uniform excellence; perhaps the Doors or, now that I think about it, the ABB, even up to the '15 farewell stand at the Beacon, which is no mean (4+ decade) feat. Nonetheless, there aren't many, even my beloved Dead produced late-era stinkers and some of the Beatles early hey-baby-I-love-u-bubble-gum-pop could've driven Noriega into the streets.
Road tripped a friend to the doctor today, which, here in the eastern mts., can mean quite a journey when you're talking about a specialist in The Big City. Made it through all but MiM from Marr's brilliantly remastered box set. Honestly, aside from Waters-Gilmour and McEnroe-His Temper, I'm pressed to think of a conflict that rivals Mozza-Marr for having torpedoed greater career potential. I love Mozza's voice, it's lushness borders on decadency and seems to wrap itself around even the hardest instrumental angles with a mellifluous grace that handles the bite of venomously sarcastic or darkly cynical lyrics like a velvet glove.
Anyway, here's his scalding editorial of the recording industry (though it's not quite that simple), which, while less caustic than Rotten's "EMI", delivers the same blunt message with an inimitably playful tone and razor tongue that leave the target bleeding by a thousand small cuts rather than massive head trauma. A veritable case study of the Punk v. Post-Punk modus operandi(i)(s)(?)/p,k
While I'm certain that some assignation of blame is apportionable to our beloved RandallL, I suspect that as a Ph.D. in electronic music he'll be at least mildly appalled by my selection. Specifically, I have developed an acute proclivity for the work of Grimes. Worse yet, I prefer Art Angels to Visions, GP, and Halfaxa; as well, and this is truly the proverbial straw that compromised the dromedary's thoracolumbar integrity, I've been freebasing California off AA, which is - of course - the most commercially accessible track in her entire catalogue.
The real concern, however, is that G is just a gateway drug; but, no worries, I've planned decisive action: a self-intervention comprising a cover-to-cover reading of the Taping Compendium, Volume One (primal stuff), while listening to the FW 69 box, with bonus disc, until dawn.
This, and 200 "Hail Jerrys", is Bishop Bozo's Divine Diktat for Absolution (sounds like a Blues Brothers' movie)./p,k
John Scofield Band - UberjamRatdog live series - Pittsburgh 11/07/03 Byham Theatre
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