Fontaines D.C. (Punk)

Been awhile. Hours in the box have dragged me into a fit where greed rules my measure of time. A fellow blogger liked the most recent post last week, and the record of it showed up in my email. The need to get back at this arose.

Fontaines DC came across my ears by the way of the band, Idles. Brilliance.

This brilliant band is from Dublin. Grian Chatten leaves little doubt of their origin with a heavy Irish accent weaved lyric to lyric.  Met him after their opening act for headliner Idles at the Beachland Ballroom near Cleveland. The writer was hammered, but Grian was as charming as a rose in December. I also talked a minute with, I believe Curley or Connor, one of the guitarists at the bar. I don’t remember if it was him or the bartender, but someone said Girlband is working on a new album, which is exciting news to me.

I hear the Doors, Joy Division, The Fall and Girl Band influences. During the live show, Ian Curtis came to mind at least once. These fellas are more than a band. They are breathing artisanal brilliance.

Listen, and if you like, buy their shit and for fuck’s sake go see them live.

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Listening to this song, while trying to choose the first one to post, I heard the garage rock from the 60’s influence. Well done boys, Well done.

“If Socrates leaves his house today he will find the sage seated on his doorstep. If Judas go forth tonight it is to Judas his steps will tend.’ Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-law. But always meeting ourselves.” -James Joyce

 

 

Dead Boys (Early Punk)

A part of me feels ashamed when I listen, knowingly, to a band like Dead Boys for the first time. I would like to think that I have listened to more than your average biped. The Dead Boys is another venture into the unknown for me that is as wonderful as my first kiss. Fuck the truth to the reason of me going so long and not knowing their creations til now. I owe Dr. Larry a debt of gratitude for mentioning them while we were planning our trip to Domefest. Now I have to look for a Dead Boys T-shirt.

The first thing that comes to mind is Guns and Roses during the first listen. I thought of Motorhead as well. Sex Pistols and the Ramones come to mind, obviously. While looking for a T-shirt, the second result read Dead Boys is grunge for $225. You won’t see me wearing that one, but the statement is interesting.  Naked Raygun’s vocalist Jeff Pezzati said he was a casual music listener til one-day music hit him like a ton of bricks when his older brother brought home a record by the Dead Boys. The song that bricked him was “Sonic Reducer”.  Dave Grohl’s first punk show included Naked Raygun, so maybe the T-shirt is worth $225 in a little truth alone. A little music archaeology for us there.

Dead Boys being from Cleveland is a plus for me (Tribalism). I have to laugh at myself that while I was listening to The Micheal Stanley Band, some peer was smoking a little cannabis with headphones on that were busting out Sonic Reducer.  A drink from my beer to salute you with a smile.

Jamming to their second album now, and I’m hearing Pixies. God, I love this shit.

“In some remote corner of the universe, poured out and glittering in innumerable solar systems, there once was a star on which clever animals invented knowledge. That was the haughtiest and most mendacious minute of ‘world history’―yet only a minute. After nature had drawn a few breaths the star grew cold, and the clever animals had to die.

One might invent such a fable and still not have illustrated sufficiently how wretched, how shadowy and flighty, how aimless and arbitrary, the human intellect appears in nature. There have been eternities when it did not exist; and when it is done for again, nothing will have happened. For this intellect has no further mission that would lead beyond human life. It is human, rather, and only its owner and producer gives it such importance as if the world pivoted around it. But if we could communicate with the mosquito, then we would learn that it floats through the air with the same self-importance, feeling within itself the flying center of the world.”- Nietzsche