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by Cripsy Duck 4-17-00 (printed in C-VILLE Vol.12, No.17)
The Glass Babies - Four Piece Flat Top Orchestra - Me and Joey
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-Peter De Vries |
The call came early in the week. "I got a gig for Saturday-- wanna play?" It was Joey Green Giant. His services had been requisitioned for a low-key love-in called Buckfest being held down by the river in deepest Schuyler. I had a choice to make. I'd already missed Bela Fleck and his Flecktones (featuring Futureman) on Tuesday and somehow I knew I'd screw up seeing the Funky Meters on Friday, so I didn't want to miss Algerian guitar superhero Pierre Bensusan at the Prism on Saturday, too. Of course, in the end I reasoned that as long as I was botching my duties, I might as well punt and go 3 for 3. Besides, I needed to get out of the city limits.
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Ironic afterlog: The following night, as we played a gig on the Corner, who should show up but Pierre Bensusan. The man's got impeccable taste, I must say. Here's a little rough press for you: Last Days of May - Radiant Black Mind The newest offering from former Dream Syndicate axeman Karl Precoda is an all-you-can-eat psychedelic breakfast banquet served ala carte with a strange trip omelette. After migrating to Virginia a few years back, Precoda hooked up with Fire Sermon's Tom Howard, the man that many local musicians might rememeber as Heinz Musitronics' former electronics repair guru, and convinced him to put his energy into a fiery fusionoid band with a one-hundred percent trial-and-error modus operandi. The Last Days of May were born, a platform for Precoda to "go for the long bomb" with his schitzoid wah, squeeze-and-peel meltdown guitar style. Recorded primarily live in the studio, Radiant Black Mind is a sometimes spooky, eyebrow-raising soundtrack for a deserted space station, ambient (like the maestro, Brian Eno) at points and driving like a liquid steamroller at others. This is not psychedelia for hippy-freaks, this is psychedelia for industrialists and apocolypse fetishists. Featuring current and former (in that order) Baaba Seth percussionists Leonard Wishart and James Ralston, this one should be in your rack of strange day tunage.
Koester - oh! turpentine
Former Punchdrunk frontman Steve Koester (pronounced "kester") rolled through town last week, but I first caught him a couple months back with a cast of pitch-a-tent records artists (including head-cheese David Lowery) for one of Lauren Hoffman's Shut Up and Listen showcases. He played a variation on spooky subdued squeak rock, and I dug it pretty good. His new disc, recorded at Lowery's now notorious Sound of Music Studios in Richmond, is a refreshingly spacey underhanded psychedelic pop surprise chocked full of subtly lush studio wizardry and lovely lo-fi ornamentation. Led along by Koester's sentimental visions and quirky renderings, oh! turpentine comes off like a lazy vacation in a strangly beautiful dreamland. With opium. Tranced-out Lennon "Imagine"-era piano drone backdrops hypnotize lollipop choruses on "Sweet Wheels of Summertime." Morphine-mouthed Harley bottom bass and thump drumming drive sweeping orchestral mists from the passages of "Sweet Liquor Finale." "The Winter Only Lasts So Long" makes me wonder if Koester and Peter Greisar don't drink the same wine or something. The album warms up to a nice glow on "Seven Mile Affair," a lovely cough syrupy Petty thing with ambient Eno angel choirs. All in all, a very cool record.
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