Hva hører du på NÅ (musikk) - Del 3?

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Ikke alle som blir 62 år, så det er nok best å lystre Kvelden, ellers sender hun Natta på meg. Hvis nå dét er så farlig, da.

Steve Earle ‎– Guitar Town (1985)
ikkje så galen debut, nei

Mangler denne på vinyl og har et strøkent eksemplar på hånden. Den europeiske versjonen mastret av Glenn Meadows(MCA Records ‎– 253000-1). Aller helst vil jeg ha US orginalen, men finner ingen info om disse pressingene noe sted. Forumet til Hoffman pleier å gi svar, men ikke her. Hvilken utgave har du?

har Music On Vinyl, fra 2012.

ser vel ut som om det er ganske mulig å skaffe amerikansk utgave
https://www.discogs.com/Steve-Earle-Guitar-Town/release/1379491

 

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MOV-utgivelsen er nok støyfri og fin!
Usikker på Club editions. Frykter de avviker fra orginalutgivelsen. Muligens ubegrunnet frykt.

 

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aner ikke noe om de club-utgavene, men de har neppe lagt på ett disco-filter

The Delmonas - Do The Uncle Willy (1989)

ikke helt søt jente-pop. Men fresk nok.

 

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King Creosote- Astroaut meets appelman (2016)

 

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Screamin' Jay Hawkins ‎– Feast Of The Mau Mau (1988 )

syns det er helt passende med upassende galninge-blues til dagens marsipanspølse (som er sentral i den evige kampen mot forstoppelse og splasjing)

let it go

 

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Nå har jeg ihvertfall funnet ut hvem som tømte butikkene på østlandet for marsipan

 

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Pussy Galore - Revolution Summer

Pussy Galore -- Historia De La Musica Rock - 1990 , mitt mest spilte album med Jon Spencer.

 

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Grinderman - Get it On

Heller ikke noe dårlig start, første melodi på første lp,n også første singel.

 

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Sonny Vincent & Spite - Spiteful (2014)

funker denne veteranpunken (som egentlig er en slags soulrock, med punk attitude)

Her er gruppemedlemmer fra ikke ubetydelige band som Sex Pistols, Testors, Stooges og The Damned

 

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Dr Feelgood-A Case Of The Shakes

På en seng av doktor plater ligger den med Gypie Mayo som overtok gitaren fra Wilko Johnson før neste gitarist Johnny Guitar på lp'en Fast Woman & Slow Horses fra 82 produsert av Vick Maile.Hva e poenget?De laget jævla gode lp'er i årene etter også men de mistet helt klart noe med Wilko.

 

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fin samling doktorplater det der, gitt!

Los Lobos ‎– The Neighborhood (1990)

ikke er det tex, ikke er mex, derimot er det en bra og typisk skive med rock fra Californiaulvene

 

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Ty Segall - S/T (Drag City, 2017)

Full gass. Dette er skikkelige saker. Noe for et hjem proppfullt av seniorer. Kan høres HER. Gartneren finner kanskje en video.

 

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Ty Segall - Break A Guitar

Ikke noe med levende bilder.
Den plata var årets høydare foreløpig.

 

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Ty Segall - Waterloo Sunset

Litt mer Ty.

Kinks cover. From Something Else - A Tribute To The Kinks CD.Comes free with MOJO 280 / March 2017

 

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da var det konserttid

Imperiet ‎– 2:a Augusti 1985 (1985)

i disse presidenttider (en "norsk" versjon)

 

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Ty Segall and the Freedom Band- "We Know?" LIVE (secret show)

Uannonsert konsert 11/1-17 med nytt band som kommer med heavy prog rock album I slutten av 2017.

 

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Ty Segall - S/T (Drag City, 2017)

Nei, hvilken overraskelse (kremt)...... Nytt album fra Ty ...

Herlig! Veldig lovende første del! Gleder meg å få høre resten i morgen. Glad jeg fikk sett han live i fjor i Oslo. Kommer forresten akkurat fra Conor Oberst konsert. Det var gøy å få sett han og obersten leverte!

 

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Da McCartney komponerte denne, visste han sannsynligvis ikke at det meste av teksten skulle bli aktuell 50 år senere. Dette får man tolke som man vil, det er jo uansett en strøken melodi og tekst. Capitol Hill rinner meg i hu:

 

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aussie powerpop til en tidlig frokost

The Mad Turks From Istanbul - Café Istanbul (1987)

freske greier

 

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mer av samme sort, men dette er fra 1969 og USofA

The Beat - s/t (1979)

Paul Collins foran, så klart

 

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poppy back in those days

Mano Negra ‎– Puta's Fever (1989)

fransk ska og punk og folk og sånt...

 

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Scott Hirsch - Blue rider songs (2016)

 

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Vivien Goldman -Resolutionary (songs 1979-1982) (2016)

 

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pent og småpyntelig til kveldskaffen. Søt country, men litt marsipan, bare for sikkerhets skyld.

Skeeter Davis & NRBQ ‎– She Sings, They Play (1985)

 

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Toumani Diabatè - Toumani & Sidiki (2014)

 

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kan det bli for mye Kenny Rogers?

The First Edition - The First Edition (1967)

nei tenkte bandet etter at han fikk synge på to spor på dette albumet, deriblant låta under (skrevet av Mickey Newbury), som blei en så stor hit. Ikke lenge etter het bandet Kenny Rogers & The First Edition

 

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Bostons selvtitulerte ambassadører for garage rock 'n roll til morrakaffen

Muck And The Mires - Beginner's Muck (2004)

 

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Wovenhand - Star Treatment (Glitterhouse, 2016)

Må snart avgi endelig dom over dommedagsprofeten Edwards. Er jo med på kåringa til Lauget, som skal feire seg sjøl og plateåret 2016 neste laurdag.

 

[Distinctive]

Jeg har dette albumet.
Wovenhand har også spilt i Stavanger, faktisk.

 

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Alexander "Skip" Spence - War In Peace

Plukker noen fra listen:
THE 50 MOST DRUG-ADDLED ALBUMS IN MUSIC HISTORY

Skip Spence – Oar
The place where this list had to start, essentially the Rosetta Stone for drug-induced madness, this is an archive of excess. Spence was a founding member of both Jefferson Airplane and Moby Grape, who spent months howling at the walls in Bellevue after epic runs of windowpane LSD. Just after his release he was cynically recorded, releasing Oar, which is a mix of shambling nonsense and haunting ballads, soul-baring and childish in turns. The despair is palpable. This album has been passed around for years among giggling heads, serious collectors, and those in recovery looking for inspiration or something to truly fear. Everyone had a piece of Spence but Spence, who spent the rest of his life in one institution or another.

 

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Spacemen 3 - Losing Touch With My Mind

Spacemen 3 – Taking Drugs to Make Music to Take Drugs To
You’d have to figure when it’s spelled out so blatantly they’re probably pure-veined Mormons pulling off an elaborate inside joke. Nope. This fuzzed-out squeamish throb of an album begs for either Jesus or rehab in every other line, each of which is held uncomfortably long, the vocal equivalent of a mescaline freak staring at the wrinkles on their palm: have you ever noticed how your hand looks like a highway overpass? So what if the other songs often sound embarrassingly like all of the Velvet Underground compressed into one scorched spoon? What matters is that each track smells like a week crashed in a Manchester apartment trying (and failing) to have sex with Jesus and Mary Chain groupies on a velour couch covered in cigarette burns and drool.

 

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David Bowie - Heroes

David Bowie – Heroes
Station to Station would be the obvious choice from the Bowie discography, if only because even amongst his other slabs of space oddity and forced outrageousness, Station is notoriously hunkered in a blizzard of cocaine of the quality usually reserved for Bolivian generals and DuPont heiresses. It’s a landscape of head-shaved, locked-door madness in which a thin white duke might spend six months grinding his jaw, whispering epic gibberish into a cheap microphone. Each song sounds gargled and twitchy, run through a filter of back-of-the-throat gak. And yet the choice here is Heroes, if only because it was recorded in Berlin, where Bowie and Iggy went to clean up, trading powder for midgets and sex clubs and random Prussian decadence. There the high was a tantalizing memory, and the resultant album even more amazing for its utterly bloodless inflections. Heroes is a nut-cutting, blue ice, deep Arctic void of an album. As well as totally brilliant.

 

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Pascal - Revy (2016)

 

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Serge Gainsbourg - Rock around the Bunker

Serge Gainsbourg – Rock Around The Bunker

This bizarre coke-fueled Nazi inflected rock drama is so drowning in weird intentions and barely understood metaphor that it’s like snorting a doomed line of Borax. Still, Gainsbourg’s smooth baritone and in-jokey French Asshole delivery totally delivers. One of the least scrutable albums ever recorded, the kind of thing that could only have made sense on the high wire of huit straight days of very, very expensive accelerants.

 

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Johnny Thunders - You Can't Put Your Arms Around a Memory

Johnny Thunders – So Alone
There are addicts, and then there are fiends. Johnny Thunders’ hero was Keith Richards, an emulation he took very seriously. Post-NY Dolls, his band the Heartbreakers were simultaneously a kickass rockabilly NY trash rock outfit as well as a traveling dimebag circus (add Jerry Nolan, minus Richard Hell, etc). And Johnny was the worst purveyor, both the lead-slinging hero and the stumbling shit-veined clown. So Alone features relatively crappy Ventures knockoffs (actually the Chantays) as well as Zappa-esque 50’s pop recreations and the reasonably affecting “You Can’t Put Your Arm Around a Memory.” This album is essentially a dried cotton ball, a clogged spike, a foul-smelling pair of leather pants left at the corner of Lexington and 53rd. His bizarre and relatively unexplained death in New Orleans only adds to the mystique of this excellent but reeking album.

 

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Harry Nilsson - Pussy Cats 1974

Harry Nilsson and John Lennon – Pussy Cats
Notorious for his epic appetites, and justly lauded for his first few albums, 1974 found Harry Nilsson in the studio with friend and fellow debauchee John Lennon. The two had caroused at length around LA, regularly being kicked out of clubs and restaurants for absurd behavior, finally deciding to cut an album together. Nilsson, whose beautiful and delicate vocals had highlighted earlier releases, got into a coke-fueled competition with Lennon about who could scream their parts louder and ruptured a vocal cord. His voice was never the same. This album is one blurry inside joke after another, with unusual and surreal arrangements of songs from Jimmy Cliff to Bob Dylan that is steeped in a fortnight of hard drugs and harder lessons.

 

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Love 666 - Hard Rock Amerika

Love 666 –American Revolution
Heirs to a sludgey vein of post-MC5 grind, and purveyors of your aunt’s stolen blood pressure medication hoarded with half a six-pack of Malt Liquor, this tower of indifferent noise and silo-echo epitomizes an 80’s droning nihilism that wants to hunker in fields of corn, but trades scabs at the corner of 6th and Q instead.

 

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Houndog- I'll Change My Style

Houndog – Houndog
A home-recorded slice of nothingness from Los Lobos’ David Hidalgo, this afterthought of a Latino blues side project is so utterly pot-drenched it smells like the carpet torn out of the back of a ’71 Ford Econoline, stored in Geezer Butler’s garage for twenty years, lent to Cyprus Hill to use as bong screens, and then sold to Jimmy Cliff’s niece for eighty bucks a square inch. It’s heavy, deep, brutally stoned, magnificently ruined.

 

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Royal Trux - Kool Down Wheels

Royal Trux – Twin Infinitives
A dirty junkie laundry pile of an album. Husband and wife heroin team. The 90’s stuffed through a cheesecloth of Star Wars effects and unintelligible monkey groans. This record is so astonishingly fucked up that it’s amazing it ever got released, let alone widely reviewed. It’s a map of where not to go, what not to play, notes not to sing, effects not to use, and debauchery not to engage in. It’s a black suckhole of cigarette butts and shitty Ohio street dope. Only a fool with a phase pedal could think this was brilliance, and yet it is, because it’s so amazingly high that it’s like an Alan Lomax expedition into 1690’s Guyana. It’s pre-language. Pre-historic. A mewly babyfood mess of an album so far beyond stupid it’s awesome.

 

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Pictish Trail - Future Echoes (2016)