<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942</id><updated>2011-09-15T14:55:19.161-07:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif'/><title type='text'>Tigers of Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-1177520740277142315</id><published>2009-04-30T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T10:06:13.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roy Harper - Stormcock (1971)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/SfoN1QjtucI/AAAAAAAAAKw/SRDGOcYb5z0/s1600-h/RH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/SfoN1QjtucI/AAAAAAAAAKw/SRDGOcYb5z0/s320/RH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330588317575395778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There really is no better introduction Roy Harper's world than this early 70's acoustic-prog epic. Harper began his career in the english folky Donovan camp, but by the time he released Stormcock (I have no idea what the title implies but it sounds fucking dangerous) he was stretching his acoustic folk ballads into unending verses of psych exploration. If you're hoping for a chorus or two, good luck. Harper offers up plenty of melody, but nary a repeated line in these 6 min plus jams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Same Old Rock" is a perfect example of this approach. Harper divides the 12 min excursion into multiple movements. For the first 6 minutes we are treated to an enjoyable, minor key folk ballad. A few overdubbed acoustic guitars and some impassioned singing (and what sounds a bit like Led Zeppelin III riffs). After the halfway point, however, the song quietly veers off into reverb drenched pools of harmony, that sound thoroughly West Coast. By 9 minutes we are in full on, droning, swirling eddies of sound that would make Panda Bear pull out the old poncho and get down.  It all ends with some aggressive acoustic strumming and descending bass string lines. Stormcock indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "The Same Old Rock"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/227664356/Roy_SC.zip"&gt;dig it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/Audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/Audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.filefreak.com/pfiles/91539/02%20The%20Same%20Old%20Rock.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-1177520740277142315?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1177520740277142315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=1177520740277142315' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/1177520740277142315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/1177520740277142315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2009/04/roy-harper-stormcock-1971.html' title='Roy Harper - Stormcock (1971)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/SfoN1QjtucI/AAAAAAAAAKw/SRDGOcYb5z0/s72-c/RH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-6679888979810201799</id><published>2009-04-07T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:24:05.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ofege - Try and Love (1973)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Sdv51Dr4JlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aUt6ce77NsY/s1600-h/ofege.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Sdv51Dr4JlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aUt6ce77NsY/s320/ofege.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322122074586097234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This album is the first reissue project on the new Academy LPs imprint, which is an offshoot of the generally awesome Academy Records store in Williamsburg Brooklyn. A group of secondary school teenagers from Lagos, Nigeria cut this record in the early 70's. With guitars chiming in the forefront, the band romps through a set of killer Afrodelic psych-rock. Apparently it was a huge success in Nigeria when it was released, and it is not hard to see why. These dudes prove there was more to the Afro rock sound than endless Fela funk jams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "Nobody Fails"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/Audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/Audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.filefreak.com/pfiles/91539/Ofege_NobodyFails.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/218709367/Of_TAL.zip"&gt;dig it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-6679888979810201799?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6679888979810201799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=6679888979810201799' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/6679888979810201799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/6679888979810201799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2009/04/ofege-try-and-love-1973.html' title='Ofege - Try and Love (1973)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Sdv51Dr4JlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aUt6ce77NsY/s72-c/ofege.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-7384920062086063980</id><published>2009-03-26T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:53:16.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V/A - Boogaloo Pow Wow (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/ScveCoeJ30I/AAAAAAAAAKg/C4SJTbhmmpQ/s1600-h/boogaloo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/ScveCoeJ30I/AAAAAAAAAKg/C4SJTbhmmpQ/s320/boogaloo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317587921846001474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mid 20th century Latin jams from New York's fertile uptown music scene. Get in the mood for Spring with this one... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...rare and classic selections in different latin styles from the ’50s and ’60s. Packaged with relatively brief liner notes but nice artwork and a cover photo by Bruce Davidson... As a culture, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boogaloo Pow Wow…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; offers a glimpse into a world in which Cuban and Puerto Ricans rule, with the occasional Yankee contribution. This is best represented by the closing track "Feelin’ the Pain" by Dianne &amp;amp; Carole (along with their uncredited band, The Latin Whatchamacallits), an imaginary theme song for a world inhabited by Upper East Side debutantes and Puerto Rican musicians. The ladies, sounding almost fragile in their struggle to be heard and stay on key at the same time, sing lilting, neo-Bacharachian harmonies over what may be the album’s most classically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boogaloo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; rhythm track, equal parts La Habana and Detroit. The song offers a prescient nod to what’s kept ladies like Adele and Amy Winehouse busy, only with less Latin tinge and more Limey sass." - Dusted Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "Pow Wow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/Audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/Audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.filefreak.com/pfiles/91539/PowWow.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/213871127/Boogaloo.zip"&gt;DIG IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-7384920062086063980?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7384920062086063980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=7384920062086063980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/7384920062086063980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/7384920062086063980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2009/03/va-boogaloo-pow-wow-2008.html' title='V/A - Boogaloo Pow Wow (2008)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/ScveCoeJ30I/AAAAAAAAAKg/C4SJTbhmmpQ/s72-c/boogaloo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-1808110283055452922</id><published>2009-03-26T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:51:59.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exuma -Exuma I (1970)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3oNt1Ou6cM/SCM42cRNCMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/masbfXywzgk/s320/exuma+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3oNt1Ou6cM/SCM42cRNCMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/masbfXywzgk/s320/exuma+1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here is a post after such a long time away. For some reason, this album brought me back from the dead and compelled me to share this. I came across this gem at a great &lt;a href="http://pukeskywalker.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. I really don't have too much wisdom to drop on this one, other than it sounds fresh to my ears. Apparently a group from the Bahamas in the 70's that had a penchant for psych/weirdness. There is a bit of folk, rock, tribal beats, Richie Havens-esque gruff vocals, soul shouts, plucked acoustic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;geetarrrr&lt;/span&gt;, and copious amounts of tambourine - the shit really works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "You Don't Know What's Going On"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/Audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/Audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.filefreak.com/pfiles/91539/EXUMA_YouDontKnowWhatsGoingOn.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/213832644/EXUMA_I.zip"&gt;DIG IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-1808110283055452922?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1808110283055452922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=1808110283055452922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/1808110283055452922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/1808110283055452922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2009/03/exuma-exuma-i-1970.html' title='Exuma -Exuma I (1970)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3oNt1Ou6cM/SCM42cRNCMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/masbfXywzgk/s72-c/exuma+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-4813291088719847597</id><published>2008-04-20T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:53:11.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selda - S/T (1970's)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/SAtpBZvKnCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cyo0i9Fktcw/s1600-h/bagcan_selda_cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/SAtpBZvKnCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cyo0i9Fktcw/s320/bagcan_selda_cd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191358468284128290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turkish Pysch-Rock funkiness. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madlib&lt;/span&gt;'s kid brother &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh No&lt;/span&gt; based a lot of his album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dr. No's Oxperiment &lt;/span&gt; on tracks from this record. Don't be fooled by the goofy cover art, her voice is tough and she will kick your ass with psychedelic groove. I haven't heard anything this awesome in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream Selda "Yaylalar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/Audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/Audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.filefreak.com/pfiles/91539/07%20Yaylalar.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/13 Exp Out The Ox.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/107288066/Selda.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-4813291088719847597?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4813291088719847597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=4813291088719847597' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/4813291088719847597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/4813291088719847597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2008/04/selda-st-1970s.html' title='Selda - S/T (1970&apos;s)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/SAtpBZvKnCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cyo0i9Fktcw/s72-c/bagcan_selda_cd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-8171757791836829234</id><published>2008-01-02T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:06:19.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif'/><title type='text'>What I learned in 2007: A best of (un)list</title><content type='html'>This year for an end-of-year list, I felt like doing something different. It's not that there weren't any great albums made this year, just the opposite really. I listened to a number of records that were exciting, interesting, challenging, fun, Loud. Most by new bands but there were also a few by old-time favorites (although I didn't hear Radiohead's new album until well after the fact). It was more that the music I found myself coming back to and was most excited about was older music. It may have been records that were made a couple of years ago or it may have been records from 30 years ago. It was really a year of musical discovery for me, hearing for the first time cult artists like Terry Riley and Mission of Burma, and discovering new favorites in each. All of these albums I heard for the first time this year, that was my criteria, and I was equal parts blown away by what I heard and embarrassed that it had taken so long for me to find them. So here, in no particular order, is my list of favorite discoveries of 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R4OGinuktTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/a3toJ4qG20Q/s1600-h/B_VCNS_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R4OGinuktTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/a3toJ4qG20Q/s320/B_VCNS_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153110327979980082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boredoms - Vision Creation Newsun(1999)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful, Japanese noise rock take on blissed out, new-age Krautrock. Swirling and tribal, in the same vein as their also fantastic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Super AE, &lt;/span&gt;but with less pockets of blistering noise and a little more groove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/80699654/B_VCNS_1.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/80705650/B_VCNS_2.zip"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R44PO3uktXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Kt5J0CpRMes/s1600-h/clean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R44PO3uktXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Kt5J0CpRMes/s320/clean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156075371537675634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Clean - Anthology (1970s-1990s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand indie poppers from the early 80's. Clean guitars, acoustic strums, 4/4 drum beats, quasi-English accents. It's  pretty much Flight of the Conchords&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;meets The Feelies. Or as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/span&gt; says,"psychedelic experimentalism".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/82216418/C_anthology_1.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD part 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/83527849/C_anthology_2.zip"&gt;part 2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/83532787/C_anthology_3.zip"&gt;part 3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/83579859/C_anthology_4.zip"&gt;part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R44P6HuktYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/azdGqcajTZc/s1600-h/chrome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R44P6HuktYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/azdGqcajTZc/s320/chrome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156076114567017858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chrome - The Visitation (1976)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a fairly honest and accurate description to say this band sounds a bit like Can, the Stooges and early Santana jamming in the basement, with a bit of bizarro sound effects and electronics thrown in for kicks. Sounds a bit ahead of it's time, or outside of time altogether. Cover art is awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/83598036/Chrome.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R44R2HuktZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hyIKJWO9WDo/s1600-h/jf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R44R2HuktZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hyIKJWO9WDo/s320/jf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156078244870796690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jim Ford - The Sounds of our Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rediscovered 70's Country R&amp;amp;B  dude. Jim Ford's music is something like a white Otis Redding who isn't afraid of a little twang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/83610392/JF_1.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD part1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/83624326/JF_2.zip"&gt;part2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R7GmGrf8F5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/UCYYgrwAetQ/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R7GmGrf8F5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/UCYYgrwAetQ/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166092881256781714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad Brain - Rock For Light (1983)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down one of the most powerful bands of our lifetime in terms of sheer force. A group of young black men with impressive musical chops from Washington D.C. who decide to ditch their jazz band in order to become the most badass Hardcore Punk group in the entire world world. This is their second LP which is only marginally more produced than their debut. The rastafarianism is still in force too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/82211648/BB_RFL.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R7Gn6Lf8F6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/E3qIqeDjKkA/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R7Gn6Lf8F6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/E3qIqeDjKkA/s200/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166094865531672482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pylon - Gyrate (1980)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/83731921/P_gyrate.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R7Gog7f8F7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/gG_9cR4mop8/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R7Gog7f8F7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/gG_9cR4mop8/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166095531251603378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mission of Burma - Signals, Calls, Marches (1981)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The unqualified-classic, debut EP. Incredibly I had managed to avoid hearing this until now, which is too bad because I would have really loved it when I was 15. Snotty and arty and fairly near perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/83726992/MB.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R7Go_bf8F8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/BLDpiUkVtsU/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R7Go_bf8F8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/BLDpiUkVtsU/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166096055237613506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terry Riley - Poppy Nogood And The Phantom Band "All Night Flight" Vol. 1 (1968)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Saxophone tape loops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/83847015/TR_PN.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R7Gpqbf8F9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/l4761-22xw0/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R7Gpqbf8F9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/l4761-22xw0/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166096793971988434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tall Dwarfs - 3 EPs (1994)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;New Zealand weirdo-pop. This collection represents their early work from the 80's. A bit like Neutral Milk Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/83840945/TD_3EP.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R7GqNLf8F-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/K_k3sNmFmo4/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R7GqNLf8F-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/K_k3sNmFmo4/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166097390972442594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jay Reatard - Blood Visions (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/83630807/JR_BV.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-8171757791836829234?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8171757791836829234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=8171757791836829234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/8171757791836829234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/8171757791836829234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-i-learned-in-2007-best-of-unlist.html' title='What I learned in 2007: A best of (un)list'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R4OGinuktTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/a3toJ4qG20Q/s72-c/B_VCNS_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-2801133008864868605</id><published>2007-12-11T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:53:03.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hüsker Dü - Zen Arcade (1984)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R189-grtmtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-4jh1d1QkPc/s1600-h/hd_za.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R189-grtmtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-4jh1d1QkPc/s320/hd_za.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142897443614857938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone's favorite post-hardcore band named after a Swedish board game. This was the third studio album by this Minneapolis trio. Suprisingly, for a double album, it's pretty much all highlights. Opener, "Something I Learned Today", kicks some serious ass. With a martial drum rhythm punctuated by rolling snare fills and a propulsive bassline, it sets the tone for the rest of the album. Classic pop masquerading as punk, played at tempos fueled by cheap trucker speed and smeared in a layer of trebly distortion.  "Never Talking to You Again", is an uncharacteristically mellow moment. A real 60's pop  nugget, all chiming guitar jangle.  Throughout, Bob Mould&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;does his best to scream himself hoarse but even his  anguished shrieks can't hide the fact that these songs are overflowing with melody. If you're wondering why this band is an American Underground Rock legend, this album should make it pretty clear: they fucking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wailed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/75965093/hd_za.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-2801133008864868605?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2801133008864868605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=2801133008864868605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/2801133008864868605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/2801133008864868605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/12/hsker-d-zen-arcade-1984.html' title='Hüsker Dü - Zen Arcade (1984)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/R189-grtmtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-4jh1d1QkPc/s72-c/hd_za.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-7783211552159586011</id><published>2007-11-13T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:07:14.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chavez - Better Days Will Haunt You (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RzmtuKXizvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/09Cgqep4sOA/s1600-h/chavez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RzmtuKXizvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/09Cgqep4sOA/s320/chavez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132324258934083314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M-A-T-H Rock!!!  This two disc collection pulls together their first 2 albums, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gone Glimmering&lt;/span&gt; (1995) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ride The Fader&lt;/span&gt; (1996), and a couple B-sides. It is angular, twin-guitar-attack goodness, and College Radio will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/Repeat the Ending.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/61257475/Chavez_1.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/61339962/Chavez_2.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-7783211552159586011?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7783211552159586011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=7783211552159586011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/7783211552159586011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/7783211552159586011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/11/chavez-better-days-will-haunt-you-2007.html' title='Chavez - Better Days Will Haunt You (2006)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RzmtuKXizvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/09Cgqep4sOA/s72-c/chavez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-1390054463511888744</id><published>2007-09-28T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T16:48:21.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papas Fritas - S/T (1995)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rv2Nge2VuNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UQasggROLsQ/s1600-h/papas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rv2Nge2VuNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UQasggROLsQ/s320/papas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115400340939061458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What was it with white 90's rock bands and Spanish names? In what was perhaps a movement of solidarity with New Jersey indie gods Yo La Tengo (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have her or It&lt;/span&gt;), this Boston band decided to names themselves after fried potatoes. Interesting choice. In fact, they share a similar boy/girl twee sensibility with the Welsh threesome from my previous post (see Young Marble Giants below). This is really an enjoyable, lesser-known mid 90's slice of indie pop. A few crunchy guitars here or there, and a lot of upbeat vibes. "Smash this World". It's not important and it's not life changing. But it's fun. Which is more than you can say for a lot of the bummed out, aimless, downer bands of their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/58957808/Papas_Fritas.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-1390054463511888744?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1390054463511888744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=1390054463511888744' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/1390054463511888744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/1390054463511888744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/09/papas-fritas-st-1995.html' title='Papas Fritas - S/T (1995)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rv2Nge2VuNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UQasggROLsQ/s72-c/papas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-4284480272933061327</id><published>2007-09-14T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:42:14.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Marble Giants - Colossal Youth (1980)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RuqnI1nswiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FDOtJa0eYzc/s1600-h/Young_Marble_Giants_-_Colossal_Youth_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RuqnI1nswiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FDOtJa0eYzc/s320/Young_Marble_Giants_-_Colossal_Youth_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110080497479631394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This right here is the debut and only album from a band that could have gone on to make many more brilliant records, but sadly they...didn't? Not sure why, but as it stands this is the only testament we have to the musical vision of these 3 youngsters from North Wales. The sound can be most easily summed up as minimal. Single track guitar, bass, drum machine (sometimes), and female vox. Singer Alison Statton sounds like a proto-PJ Harvey at times, although a bit softer. This is music built on quiet intensity. If they had been alive in the grunge era you could imagine some of these songs swimming in thick, crunchy guitars. Instrumental songs like "Wind in the Rigging" are another thing altogether. Beautiful, gentle, organ and drum machine driven slices of lounge cheese. The goofiness is a nice counterpoint to the more indie-pop oriented tunes. The album was apparently whipped off in a matter of days using almost entirely first takes and few overdubs in an effort to, as the band put it, keep the songs "alive".  Well they still sound fresh, so they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;musta did somethin' right&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "Brand - New - Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/Audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/Audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.filefreak.com/pfiles/91539/BrandNewLife.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/55704310/YMG_1.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD part 1 here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/55706473/YMG_2.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD part 2 here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-4284480272933061327?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4284480272933061327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=4284480272933061327' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/4284480272933061327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/4284480272933061327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/09/young-marble-giants-colossal-youth-1980.html' title='Young Marble Giants - Colossal Youth (1980)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RuqnI1nswiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FDOtJa0eYzc/s72-c/Young_Marble_Giants_-_Colossal_Youth_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-5406726884176667083</id><published>2007-08-19T17:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:08:32.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebadoh - The Freed Man (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RsjfVgNclOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/y1oqA_BeFX8/s1600-h/Freedman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RsjfVgNclOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/y1oqA_BeFX8/s320/Freedman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100572138513667298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"GIMME INDIE ROCK!" And give us Indie rock they did. The earliest collaborations between Ex-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dino Jr.&lt;/span&gt; member Lou B. and veteran W. Mass punk/hardcore scenster Eric Gaffney are collected here on this hand picked reissue. Being a native of Western mass myself, I have a bit of a soft spot for these dudes. When Eric confesses in the liner notes that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"lyrics for 'Ladybug' were written  '84 while smoking pot in Greenfield, MA. before I sang a set in a thunder and lightning storm..."&lt;/span&gt; I can't help but well up with a little hometown pride.  It has been said that these guys were the beginning of lo-fi, the jumping off point for all the would-be troubadours that have holed-up in their bedrooms with 4-tracks recorders, pouring out their guts onto shitty 1/8 inch tape. Everyone from &lt;span&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Elephant 6 Collective&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Collective&lt;/span&gt; have borrowed some of the aesthetic first thrown down on these early &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sebadoh&lt;/span&gt; recordings. More a collage of sounds and ideas than a true album, this is an essential collection for fans and new ears alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/50052442/FreedMan_1.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD Part 1 here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/50055659/FreedMan_2.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD Part 2 here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/12 Narrow Stories.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/07 Julienne.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-5406726884176667083?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5406726884176667083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=5406726884176667083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/5406726884176667083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/5406726884176667083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/08/sebadoh-freed-man-2007.html' title='Sebadoh - The Freed Man (2007)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RsjfVgNclOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/y1oqA_BeFX8/s72-c/Freedman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-4488693506914517027</id><published>2007-08-10T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:08:23.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jensen Sportag - S/T (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rry4YBtz1hI/AAAAAAAAADg/CpN2tcxZvR0/s1600-h/jernsen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rry4YBtz1hI/AAAAAAAAADg/CpN2tcxZvR0/s320/jernsen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097151601193506322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little "Post Techno" for your morning commute. Jensen Sportag are an unsigned duo residing in Nashville, TN.  The cover pretty much says it all. Keyboards, trashy 80's beats, post punk weirdness, and an arty sense of the absurd  coalesce into a freaked-out batch of surprisingly catchy songs. This band even has a softer side reminiscent of the Junior Boys, as exhibited on "Just a Part of Me". Above all, Jensen Sportag seem to cherish a playful sense of humor. This is displayed prominently on the wildly divergent track "Dont Matter". The band starts of in their comfort zone, synth driven, hyperkinetic, melodic techno, and then branches off into southern rap, country, latin house, and 80's rock balladry, returning occasionally to the dance beat from where they began.  It is a surprisingly enjoyable exercise in genre hopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/48184174/Jensen_ST.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/01 Graves.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/48184174/Jensen_ST.zip"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-4488693506914517027?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4488693506914517027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=4488693506914517027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/4488693506914517027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/4488693506914517027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/08/jensen-sportag-st-2007.html' title='Jensen Sportag - S/T (2007)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rry4YBtz1hI/AAAAAAAAADg/CpN2tcxZvR0/s72-c/jernsen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-8492651644959044283</id><published>2007-07-12T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:43:14.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dead C - Vain, Erudite and Stupid: Selected Works (1987-2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RsjeegNclNI/AAAAAAAAADs/VRXoXxyEzEU/s1600-h/dead+c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RsjeegNclNI/AAAAAAAAADs/VRXoXxyEzEU/s320/dead+c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100571193620862162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an oft-overlooked band who's just starting to get the due they deserve as innovators in the noise genre. Bill Meyer of &lt;a href="http://dustedmagazine.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dusted Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sums it up nicely here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Despite receiving scant honor throughout their 17-year existence (the last couple Dead C albums were self-released in editions of 500), they’ve carried on making their patented entropic racket. But it’s a nuanced cacophony, neither monolithic nor monotonous. Brute power chords, processed machine sounds, field recordings of passing traffic, all are grist for the Dead C’s mill."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This excellent comp compiles a little bit of everything from over the course of the band's existence, from early recordings blanketed in tape hiss, to more recent extended jams with increased sonic fidelity (keep in mind it's all relative). I'm not an expert on these dudes nor do I feel the need to pretend to be. Check the links below for more info about this band's significance. If you're a fan of artists like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Growing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Throbbing Gristle, Sonic Youth, &lt;/span&gt;and many others in the Drone/Noise category, you should really give these guys a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/42425001/DeadC1.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/42503790/DeadC2.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/42502917/DeadC3.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINKS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dead_C"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pitchforkmedia.com/article/record_review/40786-vain-erudite-and-stupid-selected-works-1987-2005"&gt;Pitchfork&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-8492651644959044283?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8492651644959044283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=8492651644959044283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/8492651644959044283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/8492651644959044283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/07/dead-c-vain-erudite-and-stupid-selected_12.html' title='The Dead C - Vain, Erudite and Stupid: Selected Works (1987-2005)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RsjeegNclNI/AAAAAAAAADs/VRXoXxyEzEU/s72-c/dead+c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-2145631578490866191</id><published>2007-07-11T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:55:52.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pterodactyl - S/T (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RpU0YEYQ0EI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ewhu442TVcE/s1600-h/pterodactyl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RpU0YEYQ0EI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ewhu442TVcE/s320/pterodactyl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086028942281855042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the deal: I'm not going to share this album by righteous Brooklyn Noise-rock-head-busters Pterodactyl because they are friends and I want them to gets paid. So please, check out a sample of their song "Polio" below and think about buying their record. They are friends and associates of fellow racket-makers Parts &amp; Labor, and if you like those guys you should dig this too. Lots of furious drumming, searing guitar work, and melodic screeching.  Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "Polio"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/02 Polio.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-2145631578490866191?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2145631578490866191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=2145631578490866191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/2145631578490866191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/2145631578490866191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/07/pterodactyl-st.html' title='Pterodactyl - S/T (2007)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RpU0YEYQ0EI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ewhu442TVcE/s72-c/pterodactyl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-2426401869880417087</id><published>2007-07-10T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:54:36.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vangelis - Earth (1972)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RpOU60YQ0DI/AAAAAAAAADA/7JyHQT5V828/s1600-h/Vangelis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: &lt;br /&gt;290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RpOU60YQ0DI/AAAAAAAAADA/7JyHQT5V828/s320/Vangelis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085572142445154354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I probably would have uploaded this album for the cover shot alone. Can you believe that this disheveled wreck of a man is the very same Greek who gave us the lush and beautiful score to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chariots of Fire&lt;/span&gt;? Perhaps by the time of that movie's release in 1981 Vangelis had cleaned up his act. In the early 70's, though, he was really letting his earth mother hang out. This album was his attempt to fuse early christian music with rock, and in so doing he creates some really beautiful songs. "My Face in The Rain" is a particular standout. A gorgeous, swelling lament, that sounds like an inspiration to bands like Spiritualized and the Verve. Other highlights include opener "Come On", which is a sweet slice of hard stomping prog rock. Then there is "He-O" with its Eastern influenced guitar lines , hand percussion, and incanted vocals that sound like a chorus of monks. The variation continues with the grooving "Let it Happen", a song that wouldn't sound entirely out of place on Air's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moon Safari. &lt;/span&gt;The rest of the album is given over to prog-ish meditations on nature,  freedom,  spirituality and life. If you can get past the new-age-ness of it all (or if you get off on lyrics like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would like to write a song that is so vibrant and so intimate, that the Earth would adopt it, as if it had sprung like a stream from the land's memory"&lt;/span&gt;) then you NEED this album. Highly recommended.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/42122558/Vangelis.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "My Face in the Rain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/08 My Face In The Rain.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "Let It Happen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/06 Let It Happen.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-2426401869880417087?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2426401869880417087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=2426401869880417087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/2426401869880417087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/2426401869880417087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/07/vangelis-earth-1972.html' title='Vangelis - Earth (1972)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RpOU60YQ0DI/AAAAAAAAADA/7JyHQT5V828/s72-c/Vangelis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-2030139185096237107</id><published>2007-05-16T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:40:37.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parts and Labor - Mapmaker (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rksw5F0cQ6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/knqQMYvyt8M/s1600-h/P%26L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rksw5F0cQ6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/knqQMYvyt8M/s320/P%26L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065195963281064866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I guess I kinda broke the Tiger Credo on this one. Luckily for anyone reading this, my moral decay (i.e. posting brand-spankin'-new album leaks) is your considerable gain. This really is an exciting new album from this Brooklyn trio. As on their last album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay Afraid, &lt;/span&gt;the P&amp;L boys continue to carve out a unique Noise Rock niche for themselves. When looking for a comparison through the ol' lens of history, I can't help but think that these guys are like the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Husker Du&lt;/span&gt; of their generation. They combine a well-tuned sense of melodicism with the highly energetic, reckless spirit of punk and hardcore. While &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay Afraid &lt;/span&gt;contained some fine songs and excellent playing, the album felt a bit rushed (which in fact, it was, as the band admitted in a recent interview). This time out, the guys were able to spend a little more time refining and tinkering, and it really pays off. The production is fuller and the band stretches their sound a little more. Opener, "Fractured Skies", even has a nice horn arrangement. I predict big (or at least bigger) things for this band in the coming year. Musically, I think a lot of people are adopting the idea that noise=good, and that means the time is about right for these boys to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/27856470/PL_Map.sitx"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "Vision of Repair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/03 Vision Of Repair.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. These guys regularly do their part by playing benefit shows and lending their time &amp;amp; efforts (parts &amp;amp; labor , if you will) to a good cause. Why not do yours and go out and support some live music. Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-2030139185096237107?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2030139185096237107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=2030139185096237107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/2030139185096237107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/2030139185096237107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/05/parts-and-labor-mapmaker-2007.html' title='Parts and Labor - Mapmaker (2007)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rksw5F0cQ6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/knqQMYvyt8M/s72-c/P%26L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-545589644745653412</id><published>2007-05-09T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T12:47:51.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard &amp; Linda Thompson - I Want To See The Bright Lights Tonight (1974)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RkIT5EzuMVI/AAAAAAAAACw/I_NfGu6IhvU/s1600-h/BRTLIGHT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RkIT5EzuMVI/AAAAAAAAACw/I_NfGu6IhvU/s320/BRTLIGHT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062630802382008658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knew I would like this album as soon as I saw the cover. Perhaps it was the voyeuristic thrill of the album title being written by hand on the glass wall of a steamy shower, with the naked bodies inside just barely showing through.  So fitting for an album by a husband and wife duo singing songs about personal pain. It's not only brilliant cover art, though, as the album inside is equally stunning. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Richard Thompson&lt;/span&gt; was fresh from his first solo album after leaving the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fairport Convention&lt;/span&gt;, and in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Linda Peters&lt;/span&gt; he had finally found his perfect vocal counterpart. There isn't any real contemporary comparison to Linda, though I am inclined to suggest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neko Case&lt;/span&gt;, who posesses a similar timbre and spirit of voice to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Linda&lt;/span&gt;, not to mention her own ease with darkness and melancholy. The title track is the obvious highlight here, although everything else is so damn good it hardly matters. This is folk-rock in a carousing English sense, with traditional string arrangements and balladry boozing it up alongside barroom rock. It's the kind of beautiful melancholy that makes you want to raise your glass and sing along until you get too drunk to remember the words, and then perhaps your own name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/30401686/brlt.rar"&gt;DOWNLOAD HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "I Want To See The Bright Lights Tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/04 I Want to See the Bright Lights Tonight.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-545589644745653412?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/545589644745653412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=545589644745653412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/545589644745653412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/545589644745653412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/05/richard-linda-thompson-i-want-to-see.html' title='Richard &amp; Linda Thompson - I Want To See The Bright Lights Tonight (1974)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RkIT5EzuMVI/AAAAAAAAACw/I_NfGu6IhvU/s72-c/BRTLIGHT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-6475173050902458931</id><published>2007-05-02T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:56:26.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B. Fleischmann - The Humbucking Coil (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rjjx1UzuMUI/AAAAAAAAACo/2tHI30GR9N8/s1600-h/humbuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rjjx1UzuMUI/AAAAAAAAACo/2tHI30GR9N8/s320/humbuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060060079771758914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a nice one. Beautiful, easy lisening, electronic music. I would apply the term "chill", if that didn't conjure up images of over-packaged, completely generic compilation albums featuring glossy cover shots of sunsets and leather chairs. There is also something very organic about this music. The opening track, and album highlight, is enough to convince you that this stuff is worthwhile. I would compare the slow build of "Broken Monitors" to a band like Broken Social Scene. In fact, some of the tracks on here could have almost fit on their last self-titled album (BSS). There is a warmth to these recordings that is truly commendable. Forget "bleeps" and "glitches", and other sounds of digital technology gone awry.  Sometimes it's nice to just have songs. Chilled-out electronic tracks for people that like rock music. Throw this on next time your waiting for your flight at the airport. You won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/27863051/BF_Humbuck.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "Broken Monitors"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/01 Broken monitors.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-6475173050902458931?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6475173050902458931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=6475173050902458931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/6475173050902458931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/6475173050902458931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/05/b-fleischmann-humbucking-coil-2006.html' title='B. Fleischmann - The Humbucking Coil (2006)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rjjx1UzuMUI/AAAAAAAAACo/2tHI30GR9N8/s72-c/humbuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-5019085389593244902</id><published>2007-04-23T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:40:32.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polvo - Today's Active Lifestyles (1993)/Oxford Collapse - Remember the Night Parties (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Ri0DGwC6puI/AAAAAAAAACg/KJs7EfFTuts/s1600-h/Oxford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Ri0DGwC6puI/AAAAAAAAACg/KJs7EfFTuts/s320/Oxford.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056701371118167778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Ri0DAwC6ptI/AAAAAAAAACY/gy-1CKG4pEU/s1600-h/polvo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Ri0DAwC6ptI/AAAAAAAAACY/gy-1CKG4pEU/s320/polvo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056701268038952658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this? A double post?!! That's right. 1 album from 1993 + 1 album from 2006 = Math Rock then and now. Polvo were one of the foremost exponents of the Math Rock subgenre in the mid 90's, as well as a crucial part of the fertile Chapel Hill, NC indie scene. Their layered guitars, odd time signatures, dissonant chord structures, and predisposition for noisy (albeit melodic) songs, built them a cult following in the underground art/indie rock scene. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today's Active Lifestyles&lt;/span&gt; is Polvo's second LP, and for the adventurous listener it's well-worth hearing. There is a bit of something for "everyone", from the clattering, distorted guitar jabs of opener "Thermal Treasure", to the loping, quasi-psychedelic ramblings of "Lazy Comet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxford Collapse is a band of young men from Brooklyn (of course). This is their third album,  and first for the almighty Sub Pop label. Though Oxford Collapse is by no means a Math Rock outfit first and foremost, there are moments throughout this excellent album that recall the off-kilter explosiveness of those bands. "For the Khakis and the Sweatshirts" bears the imprint of bands like Polvo, with its vaguely Eastern, winding guitar lines, and heavily accented rhythms. There are also whiffs of another Chapel Hill group: The indie rock heavyweights and Tigers-of-Love-approved Archers of Loaf . Times being what they are, though, this record is much more pop accessible than most 90's Math Rock. The single, "Please Visit Our National Parks", is built on a insistent guitar riff that gives way to catchy hook and sing-a-long chorus. Check out the video for this song, featuring sheep and a seriously malfunctioning walkman: &lt;a href="http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/page/news/39130-video-premiere-oxford-collapse-please-visit-your-national-parks"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;. This is a band to watch, as they only seem to get better with each album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxford Collapse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/27061393/Oxford.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream Oxford Collapse "For The Khakis and the Sweatshirts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/04 For The Khakis And The Sweatshirts.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream Polvo "Thermal Treasure"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer2" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/01 Thermal Treasure.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-5019085389593244902?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5019085389593244902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=5019085389593244902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/5019085389593244902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/5019085389593244902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/04/polvo-todays-active-lifestyles.html' title='Polvo - Today&apos;s Active Lifestyles (1993)/Oxford Collapse - Remember the Night Parties (2006)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Ri0DGwC6puI/AAAAAAAAACg/KJs7EfFTuts/s72-c/Oxford.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-8723030417316997857</id><published>2007-04-13T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:52:19.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Free Design - Stars/Time/Bubbles/Love (1970)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rh_hNB0ir8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/cLfNbJLdPCU/s1600-h/free+design.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rh_hNB0ir8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/cLfNbJLdPCU/s320/free+design.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053004920876347330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The commercial failure of the Free Design remains one of the most baffling mysteries in the annals of pop music -- with their exquisitely celestial harmonies, lighter-than-air melodies and blissful arrangements, the group's records were on par with the work of superstar contemporaries like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:3ifrxqw5ldse"&gt;the Beach Boys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:3ifixqw5ldae"&gt;the Association&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:kifuxqw5ldte"&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cowsills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, yet none of their singles even cracked the Hot 100." Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ankeny&lt;/span&gt; -  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ALLMUSIC&lt;/span&gt;.COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Baffling indeed, if not downright criminal. Luckily, the incessantly upbeat pop contained on this record will help you overcome the anger of injustice&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;The&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Girl/Boy vocals recall in spirit, if not in style, the waves of indie kids that are still crashing on our shores with their twee pop, cute haircuts&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;irreverent&lt;/span&gt; take on life. The four members (2 guys 2 girls) that make up The Free Design are all siblings, and their songs seem to be extensions of their childhood. "Bubbles", the opener, is a favorite. It has a bouncy bassline and jazz inflected harmonies. I have heard this record described as "the one where the Free Design discovered funk". "Bubbles" certainly makes a good case for that. "Butterflies Are Free", likely inspired by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonard_Gershe" title="Leonard Gershe"&gt;Leonard Gershe&lt;/a&gt; play of the same name, is an uplifting ode to personal freedom supported by some lovely horn arrangements. "That's All, People" is a triumphant, horn driven The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Free Design &lt;/span&gt;have always delivered superb covers of other people's songs, and the inclusion of "Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head" here is no exception. Like they'd done previously for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beatles, Simon and Garfunkel, &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Mammas and The Papas&lt;/span&gt;,  the group adds their cascading vocal harmony style and jazzy backing to a recognizable pop song and makes it their own.  While it is possible to overdose on the sweet sugary-goodness that is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Free Design&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes a little hit of their unabashed sentimentality is all that you need to get over the hump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/25788895/FreeDesign_STB.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "That's All People"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/11 That's All People 1.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-8723030417316997857?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8723030417316997857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=8723030417316997857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/8723030417316997857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/8723030417316997857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/04/free-design-starstimebubbleslove-1970.html' title='The Free Design - Stars/Time/Bubbles/Love (1970)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rh_hNB0ir8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/cLfNbJLdPCU/s72-c/free+design.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-5832756088252980450</id><published>2007-04-11T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:57:30.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slint - Spiderland (1991)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rh0MAB0ir7I/AAAAAAAAACI/Aws2zHCbjFA/s1600-h/1148540042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rh0MAB0ir7I/AAAAAAAAACI/Aws2zHCbjFA/s320/1148540042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052207551607910322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not much more needs to be said about the importance of this Louisville, KY band as far as their impact on Indie rock and Post-rock in particular. A band (and album) that has only continued to rise in the ranks of essential-must-hear-record status as years go by, they were mostly overlooked at the time (what with Grunge being all huge and everything). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slint&lt;/span&gt; may not have started the quiet-loud dynamic trend in Indie rock, but they at least made it a very convincing aesthetic choice. Same goes for speak/sing mumbling as vocal style. This record is certainly not for everyone, but those that dig off-kilter, angular rhythms, chilly atmospherics, deranged poetic ramblings, and occasional bursts of guitar noise will be, like, totally psyched. At the very least, it is worth hearing what all the fuss is about. I mean, you know they're historical importance is no joke when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spiderland's&lt;/span&gt; album cover has been featured in a &lt;span&gt;Shins&lt;/span&gt; video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/25436994/Slint.sit"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "Nosferatu Man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/02 Nosferatu Man.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-5832756088252980450?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5832756088252980450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=5832756088252980450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/5832756088252980450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/5832756088252980450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/04/slint-spiderland-1991.html' title='Slint - Spiderland (1991)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rh0MAB0ir7I/AAAAAAAAACI/Aws2zHCbjFA/s72-c/1148540042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-7935429004681171168</id><published>2007-04-02T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:56:45.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antena - Camino Del Sol (1982)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RhFHQOvDDDI/AAAAAAAAACA/61oLWLH41M4/s1600-h/antena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RhFHQOvDDDI/AAAAAAAAACA/61oLWLH41M4/s320/antena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048895001417944114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The peerless reissue gods at Numero Group unearthed a real treasure with this one. This French trio creates a compelling, unique fusion of electro-pop and smooth latin rhythms. Fans of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Air&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miho Hatori &lt;/span&gt;will be especially pleased with Isabella Antena's whisper-soft vocals. Although they didn't get much recognition when they were on Factory Records in the early 80's, this group was definitely ahead of its time. Their dreamy, gently swaying, cosmopolitan sound, is the type of lounge music that makes you reconsider any negative connotations previously associated with that designation. Truly sublime.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/24004926/Antena.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "Achilles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/05 Achilles.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-7935429004681171168?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7935429004681171168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=7935429004681171168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/7935429004681171168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/7935429004681171168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/04/antena-camino-del-sol-1982.html' title='Antena - Camino Del Sol (1982)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RhFHQOvDDDI/AAAAAAAAACA/61oLWLH41M4/s72-c/antena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-8183802245484798777</id><published>2007-03-29T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:58:31.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swervedriver - Raise (1991)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RgvW3OvDDCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nkESGCC3EGI/s1600-h/raise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RgvW3OvDDCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nkESGCC3EGI/s320/raise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047364051735350306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those that like a little crunch with their swirl. These four lads from Oxford kept it rockin' through the shoegaze era. Not content to lose themselves in the ethereal netherworld of fuzz, reverb, and dreaminess, they stuck to big guitar hooks force-fed through effects pedals. In a way, they were like Britain's answer to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinoaur Jr. &lt;/span&gt;Twisting electric guitar leads, bashing cymbals, and slacker-voiced vocals. They even wrote songs about the all-American Mustang. Personal favorite, "Deep Seat", builds up from a simple bass riff to a woozy guitar jam. It isn't until a minute-and-a-half in that the vocals finally emerge from the swamp of thick guitars. The lyrics are really an afterthought with this band, and that's not to say that they're bad. It's more like they're irrelevant. Simply one more current in their swirling river of sound. When the singing has run its course, the band finishes off with another minute-and-a-half of searing wah-wah guitar fuckery. While the album can sound a bit same-y, the current interest in all things shoegaze makes these guys worth checking out. Especially if you're feeling nostalgic for the muscular rock of the early 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/23352139/Raise.zip"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "Rave Down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/05 Rave Down.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-8183802245484798777?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8183802245484798777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=8183802245484798777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/8183802245484798777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/8183802245484798777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/03/swervedriver-raise-1991.html' title='Swervedriver - Raise (1991)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RgvW3OvDDCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nkESGCC3EGI/s72-c/raise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-3404967405468811317</id><published>2007-03-29T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:00:15.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feelies - The Good Earth (1986)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RgvVYevDDBI/AAAAAAAAABs/KcXoOPYFyaI/s1600-h/good+earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RgvVYevDDBI/AAAAAAAAABs/KcXoOPYFyaI/s320/good+earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047362423942745106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feelies&lt;/span&gt; album, coming six long years after their debut, shows the band switching things up and mellowing out a bit. The jerky, post-punk-isms are toned down, replaced by propulsive acoustic guitar strums. Could have been the influence of c0-producer Peter Buck (of REM fame), or perhaps the change in rhythm section. Either way, this album boasts more jangle than their previous effort. The driving beats are still there, and the band can certainly work up a good electric guitar jam, as evidenced on "Slipping (Into Something)".  Highlights include  the lovely, "When Company Comes", with it's ringing, acoustic intro that builds to a tambourine driven sing-a-long. The barely intelligible layered vocals are reminiscent of contemporary bands like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Collective&lt;/span&gt;.  This is followed by the irresistibly-catchy "Let's Go", featured on Noah Baumbach's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Squid and the Whale&lt;/span&gt; soundtrack. Though this back-to-back punch is certainly the heart of the album, there is much here to love.  While you could make a case for almost any of the Feelies albums being the band's best, given their overall consistency, this one is my personal favorite, and definitely a great place to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/23353103/Feelies_TGE.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "Let's Go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/06 Let's Go 1.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-3404967405468811317?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3404967405468811317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=3404967405468811317' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/3404967405468811317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/3404967405468811317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/03/feelies-good-earth-1986.html' title='The Feelies - The Good Earth (1986)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RgvVYevDDBI/AAAAAAAAABs/KcXoOPYFyaI/s72-c/good+earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-5391738497291565583</id><published>2007-03-27T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:04:09.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Saucer Attack - s/t (1994)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rgl55ISiRYI/AAAAAAAAABk/X6eneiAiXoM/s1600-h/fsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rgl55ISiRYI/AAAAAAAAABk/X6eneiAiXoM/s320/fsa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046698879830082946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, you like dreamy, guitar-swirling, noise-laden, drone-y,  vocals-buried-in-the-mix rock music? How about folk and psychedelia, perhaps a dash of Krautrock? This album is most definitely for you. The duo of David Pearce and Rachel Brook unleashed this fuzzed-out masterpiece in 1994, dubbing their sound "rural psychedelia". This ain't your garden variety 60's psych, though. This is more along the lines of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Bloody Valentine &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Jesus and Mary Chain.  &lt;/span&gt;Fans of electronic artists like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fennesz, Tim Hecker,  &lt;/span&gt;or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Axolotl &lt;/span&gt;will want to check this out too, if they haven't already absorbed every feedback-drenched inch of it. Check out the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suede&lt;/span&gt; cover, "The Drowners".  It's almost as though they just took the original and laid a pleasing film of noise over the entire thing.  Other songs, such as "Popul Vuh 1", whose title is in fact a direct homage to the German band and frequent Werner herzog collaborators of the same name, shows the group's debt to their Krautrock forefathers.  It is a ten minute-plus soundscape with rumbling hand percussion and eerie clarinet lines, that builds to a beat-less, droning, anti-climax.  "The Season is Ours", a lovely acoustic guitar based ballad,  brings the album to folk-y close. Of course, in fine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FSA&lt;/span&gt; fashion, they see fit to ride out the song on a wave of electronic feedback. Essential re-listening for our times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/23082619/FSA.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "The Drowners"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/07 The drowners.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-5391738497291565583?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5391738497291565583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=5391738497291565583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/5391738497291565583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/5391738497291565583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/03/flying-saucer-attack-st-1994.html' title='Flying Saucer Attack - s/t (1994)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rgl55ISiRYI/AAAAAAAAABk/X6eneiAiXoM/s72-c/fsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-7746117949124760953</id><published>2007-03-27T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:01:36.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heron - s/t (1970)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RglggoSiRXI/AAAAAAAAABc/NrTrJd_-JFg/s1600-h/heron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RglggoSiRXI/AAAAAAAAABc/NrTrJd_-JFg/s320/heron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046670971132593522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A beautiful, pastoral, breezy affair. This is the first album by these English folkies, whose penchant for recording their albums in country fields lent their songs a gentle earthiness. In the empty space between the time when one track ends and the next begins, you can hear the sound of birds chirping softly in the background. If this sounds too New Age for you, trust me, it isn't. Their music is never cheesy, hokey, or pedantic. Instead, what you get is a warm blend of stringed instruments and vocal harmonies. If you've ever tried to nurse a hangover with a healthy dose of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Taylor&lt;/span&gt; (and I have), then you might have an idea of the way this music &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feels&lt;/span&gt;.  It wraps itself around you like a blanket of comfortable nostalgia.  It doesn't matter if you've never heard the lovely opener, "Yellow Roses". It is the kind of music that sounds instantly familiar, pleasant, and tinged with just the right amount of melancholy. Highly recommended.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/23068834/Heron.zip"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "Yellow Roses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/01 Yellow Roses.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-7746117949124760953?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7746117949124760953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=7746117949124760953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/7746117949124760953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/7746117949124760953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/03/heron-st-1970.html' title='Heron - s/t (1970)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RglggoSiRXI/AAAAAAAAABc/NrTrJd_-JFg/s72-c/heron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-3122311910278510585</id><published>2007-03-26T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:05:20.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Ruffin - David (2004)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RggR94SiRWI/AAAAAAAAABU/qDqNMvQYAXc/s1600-h/david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RggR94SiRWI/AAAAAAAAABU/qDqNMvQYAXc/s320/david.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046303137248462178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most people know David Ruffin as the gravelly-voiced singer in the Temptations, whose career was plagued by drug addiction and personal friction with Motown label-head Berry Gordy. However, the Motown vaults contained another side of the story. The recordings for what should have been David Ruffin's 1971 solo album have remained almost entirely unreleased until Hip-O Select resurrected them in 2004. This reissue finally makes this lost gem available, and now we know what we've been missing. Evidently, it was quite a lot. While not as monumental an achievement as  say Marvin Gaye's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's Goin' On&lt;/span&gt;, or Stevie Wonder's album-length statements from the early 70's, this record contains some near-classic slices of upbeat, post-Motown, sweet 70's soul. Check out David's take on the Jackson 5 staple, "I Want You Back". The song makes a lot more sense when sung by a full-grown man, and Ruffin's forceful grunts and soul shouts give the lyrics a real sense of urgency. Opener, "Each Day is a Lifetime", is another standout cut. The track begins with strings as Ruffin pours his heart out, detailing his methods for coping with a breakup. When the chorus hits, the Motown rhythm section kicks in and a backing chorus swells behind him. The song continues in this pattern of ebb and flow, oscillating between string-backed laments and driving gut-bucket soul. In a way, the entire album could be summed up in similar terms. There is a prevailing upbeat tone throughout, making this long-overdue collection a treat not to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/22442043/David.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "Each Day is a Lifetime"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/01 Each Day Is A Lifetime.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-3122311910278510585?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3122311910278510585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=3122311910278510585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/3122311910278510585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/3122311910278510585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/03/david-ruffin-david.html' title='David Ruffin - David (2004)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RggR94SiRWI/AAAAAAAAABU/qDqNMvQYAXc/s72-c/david.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-6571422888778078140</id><published>2007-03-15T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:52:20.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rfljgfpo0PI/AAAAAAAAABM/yciX1C92Xi8/s1600-h/10010266740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rfljgfpo0PI/AAAAAAAAABM/yciX1C92Xi8/s320/10010266740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042170667721085170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Arthur Russell&lt;/span&gt; was a multi-talented musician/composer/producer/genius, whose  work was mostly unappreciated during his lifetime. He was a gifted cellist, as well as disco producer, and began releasing music in the late 1970's under the guise of a group named &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinosaur L&lt;/span&gt;. His first tracks were a uniquely  loose, funky take on dance music, but his work would go on to include solo cello and vocal singer/songwriter material and even minimalist orchestral pieces. Russell died tragically in 1992 from AIDS in New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2006 album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Springfield&lt;/span&gt; collects previously unreleased work, as well as early versions of songs already available on other Russell releases. This album highlights Russell's electro-dub dance music persona, and finds the title track in three versions, one of which is an awesomely appropriate remix by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DFA&lt;/span&gt; (James Murphy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LCD Soundsystem&lt;/span&gt;). Musically, there is a discernible 80's synth-drum sound to much of the percussion, as well as synth-horns, ominous cello basslines, and Russell's fragile vocals. It is an oftentimes beautiful mix, with Russell's muffled voice floating over the churning, electronic rhythms. This music is timeless and highly enjoyable, and definitely some of the most interesting stuff released this past year. Hopefully this will inspire you to pick up some other Russell releases. Good places to start: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calling Out Of Context, World of Echo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/21165343/AR_SPfield.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "Springfield (Detail)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/03 Springfield (Detail).mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.insound.com/search/searchmain.jsp?select=meta&amp;query=arthur+russell&amp;amp;fromindex=1&amp;submit.x=0&amp;amp;submit.y=0"&gt;BUY here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Russell Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2004/03/08/040308crmu_music"&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Russell_%28cellist%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.jahsonic.com/ArthurRussell.html"&gt;JahSonic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-6571422888778078140?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6571422888778078140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=6571422888778078140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/6571422888778078140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/6571422888778078140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/03/arthur-russell-was-multi-talented.html' title=''/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rfljgfpo0PI/AAAAAAAAABM/yciX1C92Xi8/s72-c/10010266740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-6588966956351344814</id><published>2007-03-12T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:53:58.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T. Rex - A Beard of Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RfVY4fpo0OI/AAAAAAAAABE/eAShjg6PA4Y/s1600-h/tr_bos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RfVY4fpo0OI/AAAAAAAAABE/eAShjg6PA4Y/s320/tr_bos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041033085503197410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marc Bolan&lt;/span&gt; resurgence is upon us. The influence of his singular, elf-like,  whimsical psych/folk can be felt in the work of contemporary artists like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Collective, Devandra Banhart, Joanna Newsom, etc. &lt;/span&gt;Others, such as British sensation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pop Levi&lt;/span&gt;, or Chicagoan and Multi-Instrumentalist &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David Vandervelde, &lt;/span&gt;have taken &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bolan's&lt;/span&gt; glam rock stylings as a jumping off point.  So what's so great about this man?  I have to admit that I myself was not so much a hater as an ignoramus. In my mind the equation was like this: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T. Rex&lt;/span&gt; = "Bang the Gong";  "Bang the Gong" = Classic rock radio staple; Classic rock radio = cliched-suckage. Not the case at all with this album from 1970. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Beard of Stars&lt;/span&gt; was a bit of a departure from the earlier &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tyrannosaurus Rex&lt;/span&gt; sound.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bolan&lt;/span&gt; started to incorporate more electric guitar and rockish elements, along with somewhat more accessible songwriting.  Songs such as the wonderful,"Pavilions of Sun",  still have the trademark quivering vocals and hand percussion rhythms, but notice the electric guitar lead that starts to creep in halfway through. This is a clear indicator of the new direction &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bolan's&lt;/span&gt; music was taking. This album is a precursor to the glam rock defining statements of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Electric Warrior&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Slider,  &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bolan&lt;/span&gt; noticeably still has one foot in the world of fairies and oddball-folk whimsy.  The album is all the better for it. While there are other places to start a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T. Rex&lt;/span&gt; re-discovery, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Beard of Stars&lt;/span&gt; is as good as any, as it showcases a bit of both sides of this exceptional talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/20669031/TREX_BOS.sitx"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "Woodland Bop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/03 Woodland Bop.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-6588966956351344814?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6588966956351344814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=6588966956351344814' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/6588966956351344814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/6588966956351344814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/03/t-rex-beard-of-stars.html' title='T. Rex - A Beard of Stars'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RfVY4fpo0OI/AAAAAAAAABE/eAShjg6PA4Y/s72-c/tr_bos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-4230611246138863688</id><published>2007-03-06T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:57:41.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pastels - Truckload of Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re3kQvdF7xI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G9bRZ_LgQvY/s1600-h/pastels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re3kQvdF7xI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G9bRZ_LgQvY/s320/pastels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038934534364983058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The review below pretty much says it all: these guys were incredibly influential. They inspired a host of indie rock luminaries from the late 80's early 90's. When was the last time you read a review that put &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Bloody Valentine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in the student seat, and not the the other way around? Influences and high-profile followers aside, the fact is that the music really stands up. I heard this for the first time this year, and I felt like I was hearing something fresh and new. Personal favorite, "Nothing to be Done", has the kind of tasty, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Velvet Undergound-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deadpan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;male/female vocals that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo La Tengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; would go on to perfect. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo La Tengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; comparison is certainly fair, as the band covered the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pastels'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Speeding Motorcycle", one of the tracks presented here, on their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fakebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-style: italic;" class="title" align="left"&gt;ALLMUSIC.com Review&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-style: italic;" class="author" align="right"&gt;by  Tim DiGravina&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding-bottom: 4px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Collecting most of the singles the Pastels released on Fire, A Truckload of Trouble: 1986-1993 is a fine introduction to any newcomer and a vital piece of any fan's collection. These songs see the Pastels at their shambolic best, whining guitars blazing and ringing, alternating slurred and dreamy vocals punctuating the finest ever C-86 tunes, and blending pop and punk in the most aesthetically sublime way. Throughout the album's running time, one can't help but marvel about the sheer number of bands these songs inspired, and repeat listens make it obvious that the Pastels were a stepping stone between so many great bands and styles. In bottling up and mixing potent influences like &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:tg0e4j670way"&gt;the Fall&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=11:p9x8b5m4tsqg"&gt;the Ramones&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:kifyxqr5ld0e"&gt;the Smiths&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=11:imf3zffheh8k"&gt;the Velvet Underground&lt;/a&gt;, they opened the door for further experimentation by offspring such as &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:28qpg4kttv6z"&gt;Yo La Tengo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=11:ezaxqj3bojta"&gt;My Bloody Valentine&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:ywfozfs7eh2k"&gt;Magnetic Fields&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=11:efud6j5771l0"&gt;Built to Spill&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:h84gtq3ztu45"&gt;Beat Happening&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=11:c95k8qmnbtc4"&gt;Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian&lt;/a&gt;. As steeped in the classics and as inspirational as these songs are, their most glaring attribute is just how catchy, raw, and invigorating they are. Though it covers periods of major lineup changes and rampant stylistic shifts, Truckload of Trouble is a cohesive listen from start to finish and a vital portrait of a band marching to the beat of different drum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/19758265/Pastels.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "Nothing To Be Done"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/09 Nothing to Be Done.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-4230611246138863688?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4230611246138863688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=4230611246138863688' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/4230611246138863688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/4230611246138863688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/03/pastels-truckload-of-trouble.html' title='The Pastels - Truckload of Trouble'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re3kQvdF7xI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G9bRZ_LgQvY/s72-c/pastels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-8235314041812754925</id><published>2007-03-05T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:59:55.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Bell - I am the Cosmos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/ReyRfTc0oOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1pPTw4U4e5w/s1600-h/cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/ReyRfTc0oOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1pPTw4U4e5w/s320/cb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038562050103877858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is an essential album for any fan of Big Star (Chris' former band), or of melancholy pop music in general.  Highlights include the title track,  the gorgeous harmonies of "Look Up", and  the forlorn, acoustic guitar sway of  "Speed of Sound". This is a real gem of '70s folk-tinged rock, that never got the recognition it deserved before its creator's death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-style: italic;" class="title" align="left"&gt;ALLMUSIC.com Review&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-style: italic;" class="author" align="right"&gt;by  Jason Ankeny&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding-bottom: 4px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unreleased for over 15 years, I Am the Cosmos is nevertheless an enduring testament to the brilliance of Chris Bell; lyrically poignant and melodically stunning, this lone solo album is proof positive of his underappreciated pop mastery. While cuts like "Get Away," "I Got Kinda Lost," and "Fight at the Table" recall the glowing, energetic power pop of Bell's earlier work, the majority of the songs on I Am the Cosmos are more reflective and deeply personal; the title track is a harrowingly schizophrenic tale of romantic despair, while other cuts like the lurching "Better Save Yourself" and the lovely "Look Up" are infused with a spiritual power largely missing from his &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:wmf5zfsheh7k"&gt;Big Star&lt;/a&gt; material. The album's highlight, "You and Your Sister" -- which features backing vocals from none other than Bell's &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=11:41t67uw0h0j0"&gt;Big Star&lt;/a&gt; mate &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=11:ogj4ear04xh7"&gt;Alex Chilton&lt;/a&gt; -- is simply one of the great unknown love songs in the pop canon, a luminous and fragile ballad almost otherworldly in its beauty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/19584360/CB_IATC.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "I Am The Cosmos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/01 I Am The Cosmos.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-8235314041812754925?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8235314041812754925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=8235314041812754925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/8235314041812754925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/8235314041812754925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/03/chris-bell-i-am-cosmos.html' title='Chris Bell - I am the Cosmos'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/ReyRfTc0oOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1pPTw4U4e5w/s72-c/cb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-392679206365393002</id><published>2007-03-05T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:01:55.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamin' Groovies - Shake Some Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rex21Tc0oNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tdkiHIB94zw/s1600-h/FG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rex21Tc0oNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tdkiHIB94zw/s320/FG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038532741247049938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This 1976 album is a cornerstone of Beatles-esque power-pop. Highly melodic, clean-guitar driven, at turns upbeat and moody, this is THE album that secured the Flamin' Groovies a place at the top of the list of best British Invasion albums ever (even though they're American and 10 years late). The title track is reason enough to get this album. Also, the wonderful "You Tore Me Down", which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo La Tengo&lt;/span&gt; later covered on their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fakebook&lt;/span&gt; album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;td class="title" align="left"&gt;ALLMUSIC.com Review&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="author" align="right"&gt;by  Mark Deming&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding-bottom: 4px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lot had happened with the Flamin' Groovies in the nearly five years that separated the epochal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=10:6zr928gi058a"&gt;Teenage Head&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; album and their return to American record racks with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shake Some Action&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. The Groovies lost their record deal with Buddah, lead singer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:lluk6jph71q0"&gt;Roy Loney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; had quit the band leaving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:wvge4j470waq"&gt;Cyril Jordan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; as uncontested leader, and they had spent a lot of time in Europe, building a significant following in the United Kingdom. As a result, the Flamin' Groovies on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shake Some Action&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; almost sound like a different band, albeit one driven by a similar obsession with the utter coolness of pre-hippie rock &amp; roll. (The fact that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:kjfyxql5ldde"&gt;Jordan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and bassist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:3m8o1vjjzzua"&gt;George Alexander&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; were the only holdovers from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=10:aq47gjer36ix"&gt;Teenage Head&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lineup probably had a lot to do with the different approach as well.) The rawer blues and rockabilly accents were gone from the Groovies' sound, with the guitar-fueled cool of the British Invasion era taking their place. While this version of the Flamin' Groovies didn't rock out with the same manic fervor as they did on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=10:lt6uak1k5m3v"&gt;Flamingo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=10:u1avqjkqojha"&gt;Teenage Head&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, they could indeed rock when they felt so inclined, as demonstrated by the glorious "Please Please Girl," "I Can't Hide," and "Let the Boy Rock and Roll," while the Brit-flavored take on "St. Louis Blues" showed that some shades of the old band were still visible. And the title cut was a stunner -- a brilliant evocation of the adventurous side of British rock circa 1966, "Shake Some Action" was tough, moody, wounded, and gloriously melodic all at once, and by its lonesome served as a superb justification for the Groovies' new creative direction. If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shake Some Action&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; was the first salvo from the new and improved Flamin' Groovies, it also demonstrated that this edition of the band had as much promise as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:ut9fs39ba3bg"&gt;Loney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-fronted group.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/19561752/FG_SSA.zip"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "Shake Some Action"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/01 Shake Some Action.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "You Tore me Down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer2" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/05 You Tore me Down.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-392679206365393002?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/392679206365393002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=392679206365393002' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/392679206365393002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/392679206365393002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/03/flamin-groovies-shake-some-action.html' title='Flamin&apos; Groovies - Shake Some Action'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Rex21Tc0oNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tdkiHIB94zw/s72-c/FG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-2726817517330347969</id><published>2007-03-05T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:17:25.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spectrum - Soul Kiss (Glide Divine)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RexpAjc0oMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kZXwgRKrZrE/s1600-h/SK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RexpAjc0oMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kZXwgRKrZrE/s320/SK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038517541357789378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the first post-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spacemen 3&lt;/span&gt; album by Pete "Sonic Boom" Kember. While Jason Pierce went on to form the more well-known group, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spiritualized&lt;/span&gt;, Kember continued to pursue his blissed-out, droning, trance-pop with this new group. You can certainly hear the elements carried over from his work with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spacemen 3&lt;/span&gt;: hypnotic drones, pulsing beat-less song structures, incanted vocals, and religious themes. Standout tracks include the opener, "How You Satify Me", which could have been a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spacemen&lt;/span&gt; song, as well as the euphoric, "Waves Wash Over Me". Kemper is an artist worth rediscovering, and at least on this album, every bit as important as his more well-recognized, former musical partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 675px; height: 20px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-style: italic;" class="title" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;td colspan="1" style="padding-bottom: 4px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/19573209/Spectrum_SK_1.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD PART 1 here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/19570898/Spectrum_SK_2.zip"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOWNLOAD PART 2 here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "Waves Wash Over Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/05 Waves Wash Over Me.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-2726817517330347969?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2726817517330347969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=2726817517330347969' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/2726817517330347969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/2726817517330347969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/03/spectrum-soul-kiss-glide-divine.html' title='Spectrum - Soul Kiss (Glide Divine)'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RexpAjc0oMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kZXwgRKrZrE/s72-c/SK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-4976364499512085373</id><published>2007-03-05T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:42:06.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Archers of Loaf - White Trash Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RexZeTc0oLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZvcajnZx8LU/s1600-h/AL_WTH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RexZeTc0oLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZvcajnZx8LU/s320/AL_WTH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038500460272853170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I only discovered how great these guys really were this year. Though I was aware of happenings in the music world in 1998, I completely missed their final album, the criminally underrated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Trash Heroes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is something about the songs on this album that sound remarkable modern, at least to these ears. The opener, "Fashion Bleeds", sports the kind of twitchy guitar riff and propulsive drumming that is the foundation for many current, capital "I" Indie rock bands. Of course, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eric  Bachman's&lt;/span&gt; gruff vocal delivery, full of  honest-to-goodness emotion, does sound a bit dated. I hear a resemblance in timbre to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soul Coughing&lt;/span&gt; frontman, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mike Doughty&lt;/span&gt;. Particularly on album closer/stunner, "White Trash Heroes". The bouncy, echoing bassline, slow-building guitar tones, keyboard washes, and slow-mo sing-a-long chorus carry this song, and this band, into the annals of Indie Rock stardom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="width: 680px; height: 356px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-style: italic;" class="title" align="left"&gt;ALLMUSIC.com Review&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="author" align="right"&gt;by  Peter J. D'Angelo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding-bottom: 4px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The final studio record from the Archers of Loaf is a far cry from their early days of fast, dirty, and unrelenting indie rock anthems, but it is also a phenomenally progressive album for the band as well as a fitting swansong. The opening, "Fashion Bleeds," is the closest the band comes to its days of yore, with a chugging drumbeat and vocalist &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=1:ERIC%7CBACHMAN"&gt;Eric Bachman&lt;/a&gt;'s strained vocals leading the way. The presence of a keyboard that soon starts to drift in sets the tone for the rest of the record, a dark and moody venture with some unexpected styles emanating from the group. They still get raucous and loud on occasion, but sometimes they mask it under a wave of distorted sounds or in the guise of a slowed-down dirge. The closing title track is also of note, in that its sinister keyboard and drum machine sounds, along with &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=1:BACHMANN"&gt;Bachmann&lt;/a&gt;'s oddly throaty and melodic vocals, are exactly what the singer went on to do with his next group, &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=1:CROOKED%7CFINGERS"&gt;Crooked Fingers&lt;/a&gt;. In fact, White Trash Heroes sounds more like a mix of the two groups than an actual Archers record, a fact that anyone familiar with the latter group will certainly realize to be a good thing. This is certainly not the simple and sloppy indie rock outfit that churned out short poppy hits in the mid-'90s, but the band clearly developed into something equally astounding and, with a few listens, the emotion and craftsmanship of these songs prove to be a truly impressive feat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/19537469/Archers_of_Loaf_WTH.zip"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "White Trash heroes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/10 White Trash Heroes.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-4976364499512085373?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4976364499512085373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=4976364499512085373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/4976364499512085373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/4976364499512085373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/03/archers-of-loaf-white-trash-heroes.html' title='Archers of Loaf - White Trash Heroes'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RexZeTc0oLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZvcajnZx8LU/s72-c/AL_WTH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771251997362421942.post-4749473395264116210</id><published>2007-03-03T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:35:59.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Index - s/t</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="title" align=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RetMzDc0oKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOg1sS62BU/s1600-h/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RetMzDc0oKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOg1sS62BU/s320/index.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038205048127266978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bring on the REVERB! This is a great, rare album  I discovered recently. Check out the cover of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Supremes&lt;/span&gt; "Keep Me Hanging On", here known only as "Keep Me".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="author" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding-bottom: 4px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALLMUSIC.com Review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A haunting psychedelic oddity that's sort of a timewarp meeting place between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:5xkzikx6bb39"&gt;the Byrds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:5qktk6ax9krd"&gt;Dick Dale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:szh1z81ajyv1"&gt;Hendrix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:1src281c055a"&gt;the Velvet Underground&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. With their raw garage attack and over-the-top enthusiasm for feedback and wah-wah, the Index were very much of their time; with their brooding minimalism and savage, almost experimental electric guitar electronics, they sound oddly contemporary. Highlighted by the greatest cover of "Eight Miles High" ever attempted, and the closing instrumental bash of "Feedback," which is fierce psychedelic guitar distortion pushed to its white-noise limit. Look for the 1984 Voxx reissue, which, although itself hard to find these days, is still much easier to locate than the rarer-than-rare original (only two copies of which are known to exist).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/19037126/Index.zip"&gt;DOWNLOAD here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stream "You Keep Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.summertimeproductions.com/audio/08 You Keep Me.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771251997362421942-4749473395264116210?l=tigersoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4749473395264116210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771251997362421942&amp;postID=4749473395264116210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/4749473395264116210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771251997362421942/posts/default/4749473395264116210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigersoflove.blogspot.com/2007/03/bring-on-reverb.html' title='The Index - s/t'/><author><name>Galen Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874798999047903643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/Re37JfdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cCEksbrZUyY/s320/tiger_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2-B2R88dFx0/RetMzDc0oKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOg1sS62BU/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
