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
This stuff has grown on me like ivy on a wall. These Italian fellers are currently based out of London. They bring a carnival of sounds that dance conceptually between chaos and order, which has me listening to them over and over. The only bands that come to mind while listening to Husky Loops are De Staat and Gang of Four. One concept that stands out is how the flow of a song breaks into a completely different flow, which they do as well as any band that I’ve heard attempt this concept. These guys may not make it big, but what they are doing could well influence some bands in the future. This shit is top shelf as it gets. Pay attention to the bass.
Links to follow Husky Loops (An easy to way to show support for unsigned artists)
I stopped at a book sale yesterday at the library south of Chesterland. While looking over a table of books a lady near me was leafing through a book named Big Spenders.
She said,” Can you believe they would publish a book about the troubles the rich have spending all their money.”
I replied,” They are just trying to capitalize on peoples envy by publishing a book like that. I pity them rich folk in that book.”
” Why do you pity them?”
” They don’t know enough.”
” Do you know enough?”
” I reckon I do except when it comes to books.”
While showing her the two books in my hand.
“I’m a borderline hoarder when it comes to books.”
Seeing the book on Hitler that I had picked up she said, ” Ya know he was a very bad man.”
” I find a great deal of good can be learned from the very bad.”
She smiled, looked me in the eye while scooping up Big Spenders and said, “True enough”, as she proceeded to then check out.