Friday Consumable & a few Brief Asides
F.C. Burning Brides - Fall Of The Plastic Empire. This is a V2 re-release of their indie disc from last year. Raw and powerful, in an early Nirvana sorta way. It also reminds me a little of the first Atomic Bitchwax, less their stoner-sludge (that's not belittling AB - that first record is still a favorite), for pure rock-out quotient. Cathartic, metallic, Helter Skelter-esque sonic highs and lows. I don't know if I'd call them new-school garage - as bands identified as such seem more power pop than powerful rock. But hey, if that label gets Burning Brides some hype, so be it. The drummer, Mike Amps, is fantastic. Dimitri Coats plays wicked guitar and sings with as much passion as Cobain did. I haven't gotten around to noticing bassist Melanie Campbell; so the bottom must be rock solid. Interesting songs too - I don't hear a weak one. Expect to hear a lot about this band, if there's any justice in the music industry. Great
B.A. I think a second generation of Acorn Woodpeckers is visiting Slipping Acres. Last spring, a couple made a nest out back and hatched a few. The nest went silent around July. Just this week, I've been seeing two little peckers crawling all over the ecualyptus tree out back. Welcome home!
B.A. Fortunately, it looks like they've snagged the DC sniper just in time for International Answer. I'll be at the San Fran co-demonstration, in solidarity and also as research for my NaNoWriMo novel idea. I haven't done much of anything in preparation - I barely have a concept, let alone an outline. Hopefully the action will provide the fuel for thought, in more ways than one.
B.A. Paul Wellstone, a good one, gone.
And a sadly timely piece, in The Nation
F.C. Burning Brides - Fall Of The Plastic Empire. This is a V2 re-release of their indie disc from last year. Raw and powerful, in an early Nirvana sorta way. It also reminds me a little of the first Atomic Bitchwax, less their stoner-sludge (that's not belittling AB - that first record is still a favorite), for pure rock-out quotient. Cathartic, metallic, Helter Skelter-esque sonic highs and lows. I don't know if I'd call them new-school garage - as bands identified as such seem more power pop than powerful rock. But hey, if that label gets Burning Brides some hype, so be it. The drummer, Mike Amps, is fantastic. Dimitri Coats plays wicked guitar and sings with as much passion as Cobain did. I haven't gotten around to noticing bassist Melanie Campbell; so the bottom must be rock solid. Interesting songs too - I don't hear a weak one. Expect to hear a lot about this band, if there's any justice in the music industry. Great
B.A. I think a second generation of Acorn Woodpeckers is visiting Slipping Acres. Last spring, a couple made a nest out back and hatched a few. The nest went silent around July. Just this week, I've been seeing two little peckers crawling all over the ecualyptus tree out back. Welcome home!
B.A. Fortunately, it looks like they've snagged the DC sniper just in time for International Answer. I'll be at the San Fran co-demonstration, in solidarity and also as research for my NaNoWriMo novel idea. I haven't done much of anything in preparation - I barely have a concept, let alone an outline. Hopefully the action will provide the fuel for thought, in more ways than one.
B.A. Paul Wellstone, a good one, gone.
And a sadly timely piece, in The Nation
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