Category: Garage Rock


So 1974-1975’s Rocket From the Tombs released their first studio album in 2011. The proto-punk band that may have actually laid the foundation before the Ramones could be everyone’s influence burst onto a scene that saw them go up in flames before their power could be realized. It wasn’t all for naught; lead singer David Thomas went on to form Pere Ubu, art-avant-garde-punks influential in their own right, and others broke away to form the Dead Boys.

Back in 2004, Rocket From the Tombs (RFTT) had reformed with Richard Lloyd (Television) helping out on guitar for the deceased Peter Laughner. They recorded an album, Rocket Redux, straight out of a RFTT set list from the 70’s, putting the tracks down live, so as to keep that from being their first studio album.

So that meant we waited until 2011 for Barfly to showcase what RFTT could do in the studio. While the album cooks along like a precursor to punk, nevertheless it has been influenced by the intervening 35 years. Apparently RFTT shows in the 70’s were brash takes on the Stooges and Lou Reed, but now because of where punk exploded, shined, and sprawled out into rock ‘n’ roll history, Barfly feels more refined than rebellious. For instance, listen to the Detroit horns backing up the punk Motown of “Sister Love Train.” RFTT may have broken open conventions in 1974-1975, but for 2011, seeing them as proto-punk has to mean seeing the music as a precursor for the excessive, avant-garde, challenging music that we now know.

Barfly opens with “I Sell Soul.” David Thomas calls this a story reminiscent of the Byrds’ “So You Wanna Be a Rock ‘n’ Roll Star.” It’s a song with lightning guitar on a quick chord progression that points to the fact that rock musicians “sell soul”—or as Thomas says, “sells a bit of ‘life’.” I think of how AltCountry singer/songwriter James McMurtry says that he’s just a “glorified beer salesman.” Perhaps McMurtry’s right: musicians are just there to entertain so the bar can sell more beer. Yet, I’m inclined to think that Thomas and RFTT are more correct: musicians are there to sell soul, sell life, sell something that’s beyond ourselves.

In the latter case, then, musicians have much in common with the biblical prophets who were sent by God to say: “I sell soul.” The prophets spoke words to call people to attention and be persuaded to believe that there’s salvation for our souls. That’s what Jesus, the last and greatest prophet, also came to do: “I sell soul.”

Jesus may not have had His disciples join a short-lived punk band that blew all musical conventions with a fiery furor, but there’s definitely a comparison. Jesus and His disciples lasted just three years, burst apart religious conventions, and preached a message of fire and hope: “Repent for the Kingdom of heaven is near!” What Jesus and His disciples did has impacted the world for the last 2000 years—a kind of proto-punk of His day from Cleveland, I mean, Nazareth.

Rocket From The Tombs
Fire Records
Smog Veil (vinyl)

There’s a great compilation from Oak Apple Records called Fresh Fruit Vol. 1 featuring a swath of rock ‘n’ roll and a chance to check out this set of indie bands. Elevator Music (“The Rocketeer”) comes from skate punk’s pop core. The Shakedowns (“16 Years ‘Til Light”) lays out edgy rock for headnodding. There’s a bit of a jam groove to Fools Tongue’s American Band Rock styling on “Casting Shadows.”

Iamuse (“When She Ran From Me (Yeah)”) lands with 90’s indie rock complete with backbeat, organ, and a chorus that sounds like the Godfathers. The Sky Life (“Roots and Wings”) conjures up the Emo of Jimmy Eat World. Hotel of the Laughing Tree (“Arts ‘N Economics”) also works the 90’s sound, in this case hard rock meeting groove like a more rock version of the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

The Raptors (“System”) have garage muscle informed by metal’s pulsations and a blues rock swagger. The Desert Boys (“All Alone on the Weekends”) send up harmonizing twang pop rock like Roger Clyne or the Alarm. Finally, Zero Something sounds as if coming out of P is Panda Records—chiming guitar on top of indie garage where melody and whine come together.

Oak Apple Records
Desert Boys
The Sky Life
Elevator Music
The Shakedowns
Fools Tongue
Iamuse
Hotel of the Laughing Tree
Zero Something

Terry Ohms, the alter-ego of Wes McDonald (Vulture Whale), lays down rock ‘n’ roll that’s classic, guitar-driven, and just enough garage-influence to keep it from being just a return to 70’s AM transistor radio. What Do You Mean, What Do I Mean? tells the tale of romance—or the lack of it—and the struggles to communicate in a relationship. Of course, that’s all through the strange lens of Ohms. While 70’s rock is definitely the clearest touchpoint for comparison here (“I’m Not High or Nuthin’,” “Coolade”), the acoustic-led hip-shaker “Alone at Last” comes on like an 80’s Britrocker. Ohms gets a bit twangy on “The Sherriff,” and “Hey Kid” kicks in with some AltCountry leanings.

What Do You Mean, What Do I Mean? is available for free download at the Ohms site.

Terry Ohms
Skybucket Records

Just listen to the drums. Jasin Serna makes ReVoLtReVoLt’s songs what they are as much as Christopher Bock’s guitar and vocals and Ben Brunn’s bass. 2010’s Chordata starts with “The Infection” and shows Serna busily filling all of these little spaces with huge fills and propulsive energy. Sure, “Black Horse” opens with Bock’s 90’s garage rock guitar chords, but just keep listening to how Serna never stops, keeping that horse running forward. I can hear all of those 90’s bands who always were on the verge but never did the Nirvana thing. It’s Mother May I, it’s St. Johnny, it’s Cell. But Serna’s drums differentiates ReVoLtReVoLt because I’m not sure any of the grunge bands ever had such impressive, percussive, and continually interesting drumming.

ReVoLtReVoLt
Spark & Shine Records

Planetary Nightmare, a band that arises from the ashes of a great Chicago sound in Overhang (review), is Nate Bierdeman and Grant Elgersma. Their debut self-titled EP approaches faith in what I hope is a tongue-in-cheek fire-and-brimstone. “Beat Them to Hell” cooks along in a punked smash fashion as the lyrics declare: “Yell we’re gonna beat them to hell!” Could it be that Bierdeman and Elgersma have created a very catchy song to poke holes into any attempt to scare people into believing in Jesus?

The EP actually opens with the 70’s space rock invoking “Who is the Star of Your Planetary Nightmare?” While it appears to be a question about what one puts ultimate faith in, again the song seems to conjure up rock ‘n’ roll’s darker side where one is enticed towards the doom and gloom. “Leaving This Time” combines a garage rock riff with an overarching melodicism. Plus, the song features a handclap/acoustic picking bridge that yields to full bore guitar. The closing drum rhythm and guitar sounds almost recall early era Smiths. “The Dead Don’t Make a Sound” picks up its rhythm from the sing-rap style of the verses and the flow of the chorus—“I’m gonna shout until you come out.” A prophetic role of speaking the truth so that people will come to know the truth since the dead—the eternal dead—will not make a sound. The EP closes out with the piano-led “Sleep When You’re Tired” which recalls U2’s “October” in the way it works like a lullaby of sorts.

Planetary Nightmare

Waves of Sonic Youth, Smashing Pumpkins, and Pixies flow through “The Puget Sound,” the opening track of Wow & Flutter’s Equilibrio!. There’s angular guitar, flashes and crashes of percussion, and pulled back verses of haunting vocals that lead into the guitar-led choruses. The chiming guitar of “Scars” is exquisite, along with the high hat breaks on the choruses. My Morning Jacket keyboards progressively introduce “Someone Save Me” along with indie rock vocals before setting into an atmospheric, orchestrated rock. Plus with a line like “Someone save me/so I can save you” has plenty of room for exploring the spiritual.

While you normally associate the railroad rhythm with Country, “Union Pacific” picks up the train track rhythm in a 90’s alternative rock sort of way. The shouted, noisy “Ivan the Terrible” brings to mind some of the noisier chants of Camper van Beethoven. The obtuse, wry “Mechanical Kill” works off the influence of the Fall while perhaps even hearing Pere Ubu in there too.

Wow & Flutter
Mt. Fuji Records

British Invasion via Kentucky/Cincinnati. The Lions Rampant bring 60’s era Kinks to the forefront of what the band calls “Blues-infused, Garage-brewed Rock ‘n’ Roll.” It’s Fun to Do Bad Things begins with “TLR Theme,” crunching through a bluesy shout ‘n’ stomp, a pre-punk punk that carries all of that 60’s rock energy that had everyone scratching their heads wondering what they were going to do with such an audacious sound. “Lights On” begins with keys and a warbling vocal like the Kinks via Simple Kid. Besides the clanging blues rock that bangs out tremendously, “Your Love” also has a great bass line. “Cocaine Anne” has a psychedelic air with theremin fun in the frantic mess. There’s also a way in which an early Soul Asylum shows up especially on the more garage rock tracks like “Don’t Feel It” and “Make Up Your Mind.”

The Lions Rampant
Deep Elm Records (Check out the site for free sampler downloads)

They appear to be trying very hard to be sacrilegious. With Twisted Little Piggies, Whole Sky Monitor lands with Garage Rock smashing through every expectation of decorum when it comes to things religious. “Church of Love-In” puts up a strong defense against anything that might limit an individual’s freedom while giving a glimpse of the emptiness of such a thought: “We’re from the church of love-in/We’re from the church of speed/We’re from the state of habit/We’re in a state of need.”

Meanwhile, I suppose I should be deriding a song like “Idiot God,” but I can’t but help agree with them that there’s no reason to believe in a god who is like the ancient Greek gods—subject to human-like whims and vices. As the electro-bounce introduces a bluesy Cracker-like punk, Whole Sky Monitor throws up a “messed up, won’t get involved” god:

Get him drunk and truss him up and get him laid
Sell him drugs and toss him off and give him pain
Make him old and sell his soul and let him freeze
Let him fail and make him fat, feel your disease

This is not the god I worship either. What they’re describing is definitely an idiot god. So far from offending me with a song against God, I can only snarl along with the lyrics, decrying any attempt to follow a shallow, fallible, fickle god.

That said, the song ends with coming fairly close to tearing about the God I believe in: the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. The lyrics declare:

God makes this happen or God lets this be
God made the Devil and God says to follow me
A God who craves worship, follow and be set free
Idiot

I do believe that God makes things happen and causes things to be. I believe He created an angel who fell away and became known as Satan. I believe Jesus has called us to follow Him. I believe God desires our worship—and deserves it. We can follow Jesus and be set free. If Whole Sky Monitor is calling all of that idiotic, I can’t follow them down that wormhole.

However, considering the rest of the song and the kind of god they describe, there’s no reason I would want to trust that god’s actions or follow him anywhere. What I think we have here is a song against an idea of god that may not truly match what Jesus teaches about who God is. And so once again, there may be more common ground here than one might think.

And I’m always glad to find common ground with bands like Whole Sky Monitor who are playing great music—which could rightly be compared to Wire’s more frantic moments, a punkified Kinks, and the art-punk of Rocket from the Tombs. Fill the garage with the punk-pop craft of Twisted Little Piggies. Check out especially the Who-for-a-new-generation “My Regeneration,” which could have spiritual potential itself. Then there’s the Byrds-like “La Mouche.”

Whole Sky Monitor

If I had bought the original 3-song version of the Nails’ 1981 EP Hotel for Women, I would’ve have been greatly disappointed. The title track is a creepy, low-energy ska affair with background vocalist Connie Garcia on lead vocals, an odd choice for the single since it doesn’t showcase the Nails’ main voice, Marc Campbell. “Cutting Edge” is a Devo/New Wave ska with some Cars keyboards thrown in. Then there’s the original version of the Nails’ quintessential track, “88 Lines About 44 Women,” which here is a stripped back affair, Campbell’s voice much more matter of fact with moans that are slightly off-key to saxophone line. For all of that, wait until instead until 1984 for Mood Swing, with its much more developed and classic version of “88 Lines” (Mood Swing reissue review).

But wait! When the Nails had secured a distribution deal in 1982, Hotel for Women became a four track affair, adding “Ask the Dust.” Here was the single; here was what made the EP worth it.

“Ask the Dust” is a spiritual contemplation set to a dark ska riding on an awesome bass line. It’s a frantic, frenzied, frenetic, frazzled look at the meaning of life. You can hear Campbell’s eyes bulging out of their sockets, the sound shining an interrogator’s light on a man possibly possessed and possibly rising up like a prophet. As in other places on this reissue’s collection of unreleased tracks, Campbell lands on seemingly atheistic or fatalistic answers. Yet, the questions he presents with full ska punches on “Ask the Dust” resonate with the questions any spiritual seeker raises.

“Ask the Dust” relates the possible conversations going on within the body (“Does the heart revenge itself/Take its beatings somewhere else?/And does the brain resent the bone/That keeps it there all alone?”). Remembering that we were created out of dust, the song turns that on its head asking, “Do these words turn to rust?/Does the tongue ask the dust?”

Campbell saves his best rant for the line: “Metaphysics, f*ck the meaning/I’m alone and so are you.” While certainly the language is quite different, the Bible asks the same thing. The stark questioning of existence and whether God truly cares is found in the Bible in Psalm 88: “Why, O LORD, do you reject me/and hide your face from me?” The Nails have landed on a question that even Scripture can handle. I have no doubt in my heart that God is with us, and yet, my mind often feels quite alone. So ask the dust.

Among the few gems of the unreleased tracks included on this reissue, following in the footsteps of the Beatles’ “Strawberry Fields,” while a couple of years before Husker Du’s grand expriement, Zen Arcade, “Reel World (Beats Boys and B Girls)” finds the group looping tape in reverse while Campbell apparently improvises a treatise about Hollywood and 3-D glasses.

The Nails/Citybeat Records

WUWM, the campus/public radio station of the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, was set up in the back of the room, presumably to attract listeners/supporters, but it could have just as well been an attempt to recruit Alex Chilton to be professor on campus. Judging by the experience at his show at the Turner Hall Ballroom, Chilton could easily hold his own as professor of musicology, ethnomusicology, pop culture, and cultural studies. He is the professor of rock ‘n’ roll, class was in session, and he was lecturing from his Epiphone guitar lectern.

Alex Chilton, who scored chart spot with the Box Tops, created long-lasting influence with Big Star, and was held up as an icon for the next generation through the Replacements song about him, spends little time playing his own songs. While midway through he demurely rips into “The Letter” (Box Tops), that is only a blueprint/syllabus for the music he loves (our reading list for the evening) and a blueprint for the papers his students write (his influence on the songs of the Replacements, R.E.M., dB’s, etc.). For even as he let the last familiar chord of “The Letter” resound, he seems even more excited about showing us an Italian classic, “Il Ribelle” (Adriano Celentano), than he was about playing his biggest claim to fame.

The experience is like taking us back to the BBC Session of the Beatles, when they still covered many of the early rock ‘n’ roll tunes. It’s like listening to the soundtrack Stand by Me, as I did when it came out in 1986, and imagining I was hearing a whole new rock sound—which was really just the 50’s discs spinning again. Listening to his version of Johnny Guitar Watson’s “I Want to Ta-Ta You, Baby,” I realize Professor Chilton was giving us quite a musical education while funking out to the backpages of R&B, soul, and rock classics.

Before playing 70’s Stax R&B singer/writer Frederick Knight’s song “Claim to Fame,” Chilton mentioned that it was so obscure that when he contacted the publisher, they didn’t even know about the song. And they should. Sung in Chilton’s faux-Brit voice, he is simply pointing to what should be the classic nature of the tune. It’s like walking into a used record shop with a true collector who not only tells you what to buy but sings it right there for you.

There’s nothing obscure about Michael Jackson’s “Rock with You,” but while calling it the best song Jackson ever did, Chilton helps us all “feel the beat,” bringing out the historic, blues, classic, soul of the song with an inspired mini-solo on guitar. He makes it OK to like Off the Wall.

Chilton wrapped up the class with Wilson Pickett’s “6345789,” giving it a strong, soul swagger. He came back for one encore, an odd groove take on Chuck Berry’s “Maybelline” which came with a great solo to send us off to study up until the Professor comes again.

Grant Hart
I first caught sight of the disheveled, 90’s flannel-garbed, vagabond as he chatted with the door attendants hoping they’d believe his story and let him into the Turner Hall Ballroom. Turns out he had propped open the stage door, went to retrieve something from his car, and meanwhile, someone pulled the stage door closed. The ticket takers almost didn’t look convinced by this man who didn’t have a laminate pass or anything, but they let him in anyway.

Later, it was clear that some in the audience weren’t convinced about the vagabond’s identity either, as if he was just an interloper who wormed his way onto the stage. Mid-set someone yelled out, “What’s your name?”

The flannel-clad one replied, “It used to be Zimmerman, but I had to change it.” The audience member looked more puzzled than ever. Before leaving the stage, the artist-metaphorically-formerly-known-as-Zimmerman said, “I guess I should’ve brought some business cards.”

This is Grant Hart, former drum of the seminal punk band, Hüsker Dü. Unlike Bob Mould who has gone on to enjoy some moderate post-Hüsker success, Hart has gathered various tribes to continue making music. He now travels along with electric guitar, playing snippets of past days, unpolished thoughts from the last 20 years, and classic/hidden tracks.

Hart is the building sub—that’s what I remember our high school calling a couple of young teachers who primarily served as substitutes in our school, any subject, any level. They seemed mainly like babysitters for classes, often not expected to actually teach the subject, instead proctoring exams or pretending to keep us studying for an hour. However, partly due to their youth and partly because they were chomping at the bit to actually impart wisdom, their sessions with classes often turned into great discussions about the world around us what seemed like open Q&A, current events, pop culture, and storytime would inevitably teach us more than we imagined.

Hart is the building sub. No one expects much from him as he warms up the crowd for the professor of rock ‘n’ roll, Alex Chilton. No one expects much from him, because no one know where he’s headed. Yet, this sub teaches us more than we imagined.

Hart looks every bit as rough as the 80’s were while adding on the intervening years. Hüsker songs like “Green Eyes” are familiar flickers amid the jazz club-like setting of tables and candles, a far cry from Hüsker’s shows in their heyday. Yet, he plays these songs on a sad sounding Gibson. He’s a Bob Dylanesque folk-singer-songwriter with a Gibson’s rockabilly and flashes of punk intensity. And he brings out the country feel of “Never Talking to You Again.”

To be honest, the set was a bit of a slow train that wanders and eventually settles into derailment. Yet, on his own song, “2541,” Hart finally let his heart be revealed. Beyond the humor/stupor act he puts on, there are the glory days, sad days, art days, days of the muse’s fury and flurry. And when he sings Hüsker Dü’s “Back From Somewhere,” you realize he’s still teaching and inspiring the youth of American who are now 20 years older.

Grant Hart

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