Time and mental energy are lacking for posting as often as previously and I fear the frequency of posts will be rather low over the further months. Moreover I feel having posted most of the stuff I wanted to share when creating this blog. Last, the constant menace of my files being removed, my post being shelved and this blog being closed finally lead me to associate this pleasure with threat and there is enough of that in my usual life. Tonight, I post not a rare thing to find, cos' it's available even on the radio that broadcasted this live set (WFMU), but this is such a dramatic testimony (Nikki Sudden would die 6 days later of heart attack) that I can't help to put it on this blog too. I have 2 other live sets from him to post but I need to find the titles of the songs and you'll admit that only complete Sudden followers can guess which song he's singing, they are rather similar (as are Neil Young or J Mascis ones). This recording sees Nikki on acoustic electrified guitar backed by Danny Hole on drums. Not always timed, it's a crude, raw, to the bones document showing that finally Nikki Sudden was the son of the legendary bluesmen. He covers Bolan's "Zipgun Boogie" and since I've always thought that Bolan was also a bluesman, the circle is closed. True that the whole end of the set is rather under Bolan influence. There's unfortunately not the emotional content in the songs he chose for the playlist that there was in some of his other prestations, but his near death of course gives retrospectively to this recording a special dimension. We have all our own Damocles sword bending over our head after a certain age. I did a virtual cover sleeve using 2 pictures from the session. Enjoy it here.
Received a DMCA requirement to remove this single. Strange since it was released on a Do It Yourself label. Funny how corporates (don't even know who it is, not any source mentioned, I'd like to know how the fuck they could say this material was theirs) don't help young artists at the beginnings but they don't forget to make money from them when they are over. I'm sure doing more for helping the Only Ones to sell records that would ever do those asking me to remove the link (that I removed). I don't have many illusions and know that soon this blog won't be able to post anything but while it's possible, let's go on. Note that this single was posted more than 18 months ago.
WTF! I didn't reup on rs the Only Ones singles discography after my mf was removed and nobody left a message to ask me for? But in what troubled world do I live? It's a shame. So here it is, they are all reup and dlable again. The first is this immortal gem but not any Only Ones song is less than to possess. Below what I wrote in the initial post (I don't read it again, I'm always horrified by the mediocrity of my poorly written texts so I spare me some pain for my low-self-esteem).
Here the first post about Peter Perrett, surely one of my fave composer/singer/human being on the music planet (almost the only planet that deserves to be lived on to my eyes). First I'll post the Only Ones singles in their chronological order, then most of what he did after the band broke. I don't think it's any use to make a presentation of the band. If you want to know more, there's plenty of sites (even wikipedia) to inform you. For us, in 1977, it was the only band able to maintain what we still loved in the seventies and what we had learned to love in punk and new wave. It was as if Dylan, Lou Reed, David Bowie, Marc Bolan and Ian Hunter had regenerated in a fragile elf backed with one of the strongest band of all times. It was anachronical in 1977 because it was untemporal. This first single was released on a label created for the occasion with a surrealistic (but punk) cover sleeve and featured two extraordinary songs. It's difficult to imagine the band was created some weeks before rather artificially by Peter Perrett with 3 musicians from various horizons (imagine that the drummer, Mike Kellie, had been in Spooky Tooth from 1967 to 1974, not a newcomer actually) and that they had never played together previously. Such an alchemy is usually more frequent in love stories than in rock music. Released in June 1977, I bought it immediately and was rather shocked that it wasn't more noticed by my pals. But soon they would be more, much more. Meanwhile, here's their first gift, one of the strongest thing (with the Saints) 1977 gave us. Enjoy it here.
I decided to stop separating doom - sludge - noises new releases from oldies. When mf closed my account last July (due to a complaint of At A Loss Records, "go to hell bitch" would say Jesse Pinkman), I spread my two passions on different blogs, posting doom - sludge - noise on Dim Damn Doom (here) but without posting free dl anymore. It's true that it is not very consistent to support bands in providing their stuff for free. I usually encouraged visitors to buy the music afterwards, but I fear few were doing it. So, on DDD I only included the bandcamp or soundcloud link. But DDD has very few visitors, I posted only rarely (not so much bands in these genres I find interesting compared to previous years). And last, it's a shame to participate to this silly way to listen only to old stuff or new one. In the recent compilation I posted about my best of 2012, it is clear that all was mixed, from the Beach Boys to Sonance and that it was a stupid that FS did not show this mixed approach thoughout the year. Thus, while I'm editing a compilation of all the A and B sides from the Shocking Blue singles (next post I think), I add one of the best 2012 LP, from a UK band, who would have deserved to be in the Top 10 maybe (but I added Huata instead).Described as "Violent, misanthropic doom, blended with sludge and bound with ale - equal parts despair, disillusionment and all-out hatred, steeped in alcohol and thrown to the baying crowd. A sound as relentless as a mammoth trudging towards better lands, as heavy as its mud-encrusted testicles, and so loud that we will shake all the saints and angels down into Hell", I don't think I could add something better as a presentation. It's really heavy as human condition throughout this world of desolation, exploitation and humiliation. And yes, this incredible guttural voice comes from the throat of a woman (but if you know the genre, you won't be surprised, there have been others in the past). So listen to their bandcamp link below and buy the limited edition digi-pack before there are no more. Note that this album featured in several Best of 2012 lists. Yes I'm a fucking asshole, it should have been on mine.