Aww shit, would you look at that — two installments of Party & Bullshit in one week! I must love you guys. Or I happen to have an inordinate amount of free time this week. Which I guess means I really do love you, if I'm spending my impromptu sorta-vacation rounding up the latest in Nashville hip-hop for ya. I mean, I've got half a series of Star Trek: The Next Generation left, and that shit ain't gonna watch it self. I also have half a bottle of Prichards' Lincoln County Lightning that's calling my name. But I'm here, 'cuz I love you. No, for reals, it's not just pillow talk. Plus, I didn't mention the new Yelawolf record Radioactive yesterday, and it's a record that needs to be talked about.
For starters, our buddies over at Concrete Magazine have a really extensive interview with Yela, plus video from the shoot for this month's cover and interviews with Rittz and Struggle. As always, this is some solid work from the Concrete crew. Next, there's the actual record, Radioactive, which is really fucking good. So good, in fact, that I actually enjoy the Kid Rock and Lil Jon features — yes, I'll be turning in my hipster-cred card later this afternoon — and I'll even admit enjoying them in a public forum. It's definitely Yela's most accessible work to date — radio-friendly and pop-leaning, but not in a way that screams “sellout.”
Remember July? The good thing about July in Tennessee is that, unlike November in Tennessee, you can wake up on a July morning knowing what the weather is going to be like: It's going to be, as my mother would say, "hot as
balls blue blazes." Anyway, July is on my brain because that's the last time Atlanta's Coathangers passed through town. They played The Basement with Denney and the Jets, and I wrote a Critic's Pick about it. Since, in the grand scheme, that was pretty recent, I'm going to go ahead and repurpose the aforementioned pick. Here it goes:
Some years ago — probably about three, if I had to guess — Atlanta’s all-girl party-punk quartet The Coathangers were scheduled to play Nashville’s Springwater Supper Club and Lounge. A couple of my more lecherous friends decided they’d go — primarily, they admitted, so they could ogle The Coathangers and maybe even ask a couple of them out. I, having given the ’Hangers a listen and decided that tunes like “Nestle in My Boobies” and “Parcheesi” weren’t exactly my speed, decided to sit it out. (By the way, my buddies either struck out or — more likely — didn’t even take a swing.) But with the release of
last month’sJune's Larceny and Old Lace, The Coathangers have taken a step in a surprisingly impressive direction. While they’re still very much students of The Slits’ sloppy, imprecise but outstanding punk rock, they’ve grown leaps and bounds as performers and as songwriters, penning fleshed-out rock tunes that are dark and sneering. Not to mention that there’s a sweet pop tune or two in there as well (“Go Away,” for instance), indicating that these young ladies have even more potential … and my creepo friends probably still have crushes on them. —D. PATRICK RODGERS
This go-round, the lovely Hanger ladies will be accompanied by Thelma and the Sleaze (makers of, in their own words, "loud, solid, blues-infused heavy bitch rock") along with cackling tongue-in-cheek folk duo Birdcloud (who slaughtered renditions of Caitlin Rose, Little Bandit and Natural Child songs at Steve Cross' birthday show on Sunday night ... in the best possible way) and glitter-punk lasses Fancytramp. If you're a complete misogynist, you may notice that, out of about a dozen performers, there doesn't appear to be a single male on the entire bill. Me, I'm gender-blind, so I hadn't noticed at all. Showtime is 9 p.m., and $6 will get you in. And while we're at it, let's watch The Coathangers' video for "Trailer Park Boneyard" after the jump.
Let’s not be candid in our talk of “Enlightenment” or “getting it.” For I have a friend, weary in spirit, suffering bouts of omniscient grooviness from which he has no control. Touched by an angel at an early age, my friend revisits his malady at each full moon: he is the Awarewolf, painfully transforming from man into pure energy beneath the pale moon light, simultaneously aware of everything, everywhere: A weeping Internet of the Spirit tragically lacking divine capacity to order, to ingest, to fathom, to search itself as “I or Everything?”: He is drunken, paralyzed, electrified by full-spectrum knowledge and stimulation; becoming one with the electric chair: His nails turn to prismatic laser, his hair doth shine like a color changing Christmas tree: uber-fiber optically, as light rips from his back, beginning to vibrate so furiously, humming like a proton-pack, he shines a light, from inside-out, into being just as the ether surrounds. For every full moon, he retreats to the 5th floor of the Sunsphere, the sole attendee to his malady’s reception, dancing harder, and harder, until electrolytes electrify, and light he becomes, self-contained by his own reflection, finding truly for himself, “a place in the sun.”
You know what's fun? Lighting stuff on fire. Specifically, lighting furniture on fire. It's big, it burns well, it satisfies the pyromaniacal urge, and it'll keep your hobo camp warm for hours. You know what else is fun? Kickin' shit over. And skateboarding. And wearing flannel. OK, that last one might not be "fun" per say, but it sure is warm, and warm is more fun than cold, I guess. I dunno know where I'm gong with this ... oh wait, I do know where I'm going with this: Local garage-rocking goon squad Bad Cop premiered their new video — directed by the Scene's crash-test-dummy-in-chief Seth Graves — via Impose Magazine today, and (you guessed it) it's fun!
Maybe this shitty weather just has me yearnin' for some kicks, but I wouldn't mind lighting things on fire and wearing flannel. Maybe I'll do that after I right this blog post. Anyway, I'm feeling the "100 %" vibe of the video, and I'm actually looking forward to this li'l six-pack thingy, which comes out tomorrow wherever thingies are sold. You know you love to buy thingies, you thingy-buying fools.
* UK-based roots/country/folk blog For Folk's Sake will officially release a Christmas compilation by the name of For Folk's Sake It's Christmas on Nov. 28. You can pre-order and preview the whole thing via the FFS Bandcamp page, and you'll notice that the comp features a rendition of "You Never Come Home for Christmas" by Nashvillians Caitlin Rose and Keegan DeWitt. A beautiful little duet to get you in the holiday spirit. Hear that one after the jump as well.
* And finally, Nashville's smoothest electro-pop braniacs, Jensen Sportag, recently remixed French outfit Francois and the Atlas Mountains' tune "Piscine." The remix was released via Domino Records and is sultry and poppy and dancy and everything you'd hope from the 'Tag bros. Hear that one via Sportag's Soundcloud page or — guess where! — after the jump.
Waddup, everybody?! Yeah yeah, I know I've been slacking and haven't hooked up a Party & Bullsh*t column in a couple of weeks, but even I have to put aside the party and the bullshit and make some of that filthy, filthy lucre. (I had to write about pop country. During CMA week. It was rough. I spent a few days twitching in a corner after it was done.) Needless to say, it's nice to be back in the hip-hop trenches. First off, peep the new video from King Duck — P&B regular Ducko McFli's new project with Chris King. All I'm gonna say is "Rio on the hook" and leave it at that. Oh, and props to Xclusive Access Media for making that empty lot at the corner of 12th and Demonbreun look cool as hell. I've always asked myself, "Why is that spot still empty?" Turns out the answer was, "So they can make a dope fucking video." Works for for me.
Now it's time to get this party rollin' and the bullshit flowin'...
Buckle in, because we're about to start our three-day work week in style. The lead-off tune from sometime Nashvillian Jonny Corndawg's critically acclaimed Down on the Bikini Line is "Chevy Beretta," and it's a tune about all the things that matter: small towns, loud music, telling your manager to "fuck off" at the grocery store and running up the down escalator at the mall. The video for "Beretta" — which happens to be Corndawg's first-ever official music video — was directed by Sean Dunne and edited by Kathy Gatto, and I have to say, some of the video's editing is absolutely brilliant. What pairs up with honky-tonk pickin' better'n glaringly dated photos and video of white-trash buffoonery? Also, you might recognize Dunne as the guy who directed Stray Dawg, the genuinely captivating short film about Corndawg's participation in the Surf City USA Marathon.
By the way, Corndawg now has a Tumblr, which he's stocking with all sorts of insightful and peculiar things. And seriously, if you still haven't listened to Bikini Line — which features playing and singing from locals including Ben Martin, Caitlin Rose, Loney Hutchins, Joshua Hedley, Jordan Caress, Tristen, Buddy Hughen and more — do it right now. It's one of the more impressive local releases of the year, and certainly the funniest.
Friday night was not good to us. Well, more accurately, we were not good to ourselves on Friday night. We checked out The Greater Good's EP release at The 5 Spot, and — best we can recall — it was a good time. But Saturday mostly consisted of us nursing our whopper of a hangover. We weren't going to miss Queen of Rockabilly Wanda Jackson at the brand-new Marathon Music Works on Saturday night, however, so we got as much fluids and self-pity respectively in and out of our system as possible by 8 p.m. and headed that way.
In this modern-ass era of JEFF-mania, PUJOLpalooza and Third Man’s weekly instant headlines, some of us damn near forgot about local Bohemian bookworm-pop outfit Umbrella Tree. That is, until they resurfaced this week with a spankin’ fresh vid for ”N-N-N-N-N-N-N” — which, contrary to its theme, proves the band is not dead. It also marks the official debut of the band’s fourth member, previous collaborator and current bass player Ryan LeFave.
The track is from their upcoming Kickstarter-funded To the Memory of a Once Great Man, which — as we mentioned a couple weeks ago — can be pre-ordered exclusively on the aforementioned fund-raising platform.
It's a tough choice this year, with a slew of great candidates: everything from Hula-Hoopers and Nashville Rollergirls to clowns, coffee shops and cloudy days. Naturally, we can't tell you which photo is in the lead right now, but we can tell you that it's going to be a neck-and-neck race down to the wire, so every vote counts. We've seen the lead change hands a few times already.
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