(Munster) When Daniel Johnston started recording with
a band, with actual production, in the late 90s, there was some fuss, because
these records would be less “pure” than the idiosyncratic solo outsider tapes
and albums he released on his own, and they seemed less legit to some. The
albums and singles Danny and the Nightmares released over the next decade have
not really been canonized the way his other material has. But that’s stinkin’
thinkin’, because unlike terrible shit like the Wesley Willis Fiasco or that
awful punk band that ruins Blowfly, Danny and the Nightmares sound great,
mixing raw garage rock and experimental smartness to perfectly compliment the
idiosyncratic singing and ideas of Johnston. And more significantly, unlike
many “outsiders,” Johnston, though often odd and childlike, always knew exactly
what he was doing artistically. He understood music and the underground and the
“scene” and was always in control of his talents and sounds, and if he wants to
collaborate more power to him. This is the best Nightmares record yet, with
lots of devil themes, addresses of mental challenges, and strangeness. If you
can’t dig Johnston jamming with some clever, killer musicians, you may have a little
Satan in ya.
Saturday, July 27, 2013
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