Thursday, September 24, 2020

Storm Large "La Bonheur"

 


(Heinz, 2014) An album prominently featuring standards, especially for someone firmly rooted in lounge/torch/cabaret nostalgia, is almost by definition unambitious. But this album opens with a version of "I've Got You Under My Skin" that makes "Bohemian Rhapsody" seem subtle, has a duet with a clown (Puddles Pity Party), gives equal homage to Cole Porter and Ozzy, and downright attacks and  owns "Lady is a Tramp." I guess my only rub against the album is it seems a little long, but if I'm excited by ambitiousness I can't complain about too much-ism.

Sonny VIncent "Cyanide Consomme"


 (Big Neck, 2013) A punk veteran, active since the 70s, is is weird how contemporary and virile and now and new Vincent always sounds. I dig late Johnny Thunders, but the dude started sounding tired when he was still brand new (for obviously nodding off reasons), and you would never mistake a late Heartbreakers bootleg for vintage or vital. But this album form a few years back mixes L.E.S. trash with a few sprinkles of hardcore and it has all the power and youth of immortal rock n roll. This is legit inspiring.

The Jack Kirby Collector


(TwoMorrows, 1994-present) My ridiculous reading project during COVID is journeying through the entire quarter-century run (so far) of The Jack Kirby Collector. A full sized magazine devoted to one artist should eventually be a bore, but because the King of Comics was so prolific and his career was so long and influential it is amazing how much there is to say about him. The most magnificent reason the magazine can continue to fascinate is that Kirby had a Xerox machine at home and copied the un-inked pencils of countless pages of art before sending them off for editing, inking, and publication (and in the case of his Superman drawings, to have someone with a more traditional style replace the face), so each issue presents breathtaking unseen artwork. But the real reason the magazine is so good is that John Morrow has proven to be one of those visionary publishers in the William M. Gaines/Hugh Hefner/Tim Yohannan mold who gets things done and makes them better than they need to be. Because every major artist admires Kirby there is no one Morrow can’t interview (or get to ink Kirby pencils), because he started in the 90s there were still Kirby collaborators from the 40s and 50s in early issues, and because Morrow has ambition and a sense of whimsy there are great themes executed every issue. One example of his innovation was in the year they did not have a Kirby panel at ComicCon Morrow interviewed a bunch of superstars and edited it together like a panel transcription, with imagined applause and Q&A from “the audience.” There is a long stretch in the middle of those years when the magazine was published at a massive Treasury size, and I am near the end of that run and kinda sad to see it go (though I have already read the issues from the last couple of years, so know the quality does not dip). There are great regular contributions from Mark Evanier, one of Kirby's closest collaborators during his post-Fantastic Four years, and my favorite features are reprints of whole fallen-into-public domain stories from the 50s and earlier. Oddly, the only disappointment is that Kirby (while a great storyteller, especially about his war years his friends al lsay) was not the best interview, as he was unreliable with facts, just wanted to please the folks around him, for a spell had an agenda when Marvel was viciously screwing him over, which colored his answers, and (for public interviews) was more into making the crowd happy than recording his story for history. That said, if there are kids r teens in the audience you can feel the good vibes through the transcriptions. He even drew a lot of local superfans into his DC comics in the 70s (who are interviewed as grown ups by TJKC). Can't wait to read the second half!

The Marchenor Library by A. Degan

 


(Secret Acres, 2020) I don't now about your attention span, but the idea of fifty thrillingly designed stories about a sexy adventurer and her complex, convoluted, naughty-yet-chaste, danger-laden, stylish, thrilling adventures being reduced to just a book cover and one page teaser for each tale is totally satisfying. If there were even one iota more of Marchenoir in the Masked Menagerie or Marchenoir and the Revival of the Machine Devil I might lose interest. As it is, the ravishing bunny-eared romantic, her sly sisters, and their pals and villains (including Kid Misery, Doctor Ximple, and the crime beast Rubber Shroud) inhabit my favorite binge of the decade.

Hilly Michaels "Calling All Girls"

 

(Warner Brothers, 1980) Probably best known for his work with Sparks, Hilly should have, at the very least, become an immortal One Hit Wonder for releasing the title track of this album, which I literally, listened to over 100 times in a week earlier this year.  There is even a decent video, yet the song sold zero copies. I suspect his producer Roy Thomas Baker maybe called up his Queen biddies and told them to use the killer song title, as the zero people who bought the album would not notice. But good on the notorrious RTB for producing some perfect new wave power pop (not the first genre you would associate him with). Listen to this at least 50 times, please.

Gangstagrass "American Music," "Pocketfull of Fire"



(Rench, 2015, 2020) This is stupid. I am glad for anyone who finds success, and I am not saying these emcees are bad rappers or the musicians aren't solid, it's just that combining hip hop and bluegrass sounds as legit as when Barney Rubble was rapping about stealing Fred's Fruity Pebbles. And the Barney rap was more compelling.

Tony Bennett & Diana Krall "Love is Here to Stay"

(Verve, 2018) I got this CD as a bundle with Ravinia tickets, where Tony played with his daughter supporting him, and TBH I just threw it to side til later, assuming it was an album he did with Antonia Bennett. I apparently didn't even look at the cover when I eventually put it on. I was impressed by the easy cool and perfect phrasing of Tony's offspring,, but then I started getting a little weirded out during the first song when, at Gershwin's biding, she laments to her dad, "you cant blame me for feeling amorous."  So I picked up the CD and saw it was actually Diana Krall and it all madea lot more sense, though they are still an odd romantic couple. This is a solid album, with each doing one solo flight and the rest being enchanting duets, with Tony generously giving Diana a lot of space to Krall all over the songs. I certainly wouldn't say the nonagenarian crooner was having his youthful amorous-feeler do the heavy lifting, because when I saw the then-mustached Tony in the bundle-spawning concert he was downright feisty. And a few years earlier when he played Milwaukee Summer Fest my stage manager friend saw him take a big fall backstage, split his head open, and bounce right up and keep on grooving. Anyhoo, it's always a pleasure to hear this cool cat and this cool kitten, so put them together and, well,  s'wonderful!

Eddie Shaw & The Hydraulic Pigeons "Jass in Six Pieces"


(Carsonstreet, 2013) One of my favorite people is Eddie Shaw, the jazzman turned monk turned author. He became a part of a mismatched group that was greater then the sum of its great parts when a motley crew of American GIs stationed in Germany formed an R&B/beat group that through odd circumstances became a feedback-drenched, high concept proto-punk art rock group the monks. Eddie came back to the US and formed a less bizarre, more 70s friendly fusion group that got signed and eventually released a record under the name Minnesoda, but it was his reinvention as an author giving his fanciful, artistic take on the monks history that helped the band become un-lost. But fortunately Eddie never lost his love for jazz, and this CD presents a half dozen explorations of compelling, atmospheric, often animal-themed mood music. The opening track might lull you into thinking that this will settle into the upper echelons of background music classic bebop-era stuff, but when this set ends with a generous dose of cinematic spy/murder/mystery jazz you have been on an epic, adventurous jass journey.

The Hares "Smoking in Bed"


(Saustex, 2014) Manic, horn-y, intense, joyful bar rock that could only be better if they had wisely called the album "Hare-y in Bed."

Paint Fumes "If It Ain't Paint Fumes it ain't worth a huff."

 


(Get Hip, 2016) Nasty!