The Single Life - 7" of Fun featuring, The Banquets, Montagna and the Mouth to Mouth, Aaron Zimmer and Starfucker

The Banquets – This is Our Concern, Dude

What started out as a lark, a fun project by a group of friends with a “The Big Lebowsky” fetish, took roots, sprouted wings, and emerged from it’s “joke” beginnings into one helluva full on melodic punk band.  And I mean, one HELLUVA band.  Just listen to the chiming guitars, that thick and steady bass line, the confident smash of snare, tom and cymbal, and you’ll find nothing amateurish about their playing.  More impressive, dig the confidence in their song writing.  Guitars sneak in and exit just as quickly. Songs build to tension with a genuine feeling.  There’s nothing contrived here.  Just heart-felt passion and some damn fine songs.

And what songs would those be?  How about the beautiful jangly guitar intro leading into the stampeding melodic punk that is “Lyndon B. Magic Johnson.”   Then there’s the anthemic call and response chorus of “Eleanor I Need a Garden.”  Both songs chock-full of singable choruses, captivating hooks, and impassioned singing.  “Eleanor,” even hints at a touch of Oi Punk with its “Ooooh ooooh” vocal hook.   Great stuff.

But things don’t end there.  To give you even more bang for your money, this slice of midnight blue vinyl adds two more tuneful rockers on side B.  “What a Bunch of Aaron Burrs,” up the dissonant punk attitude, dropping in some serious guitar chops amongst it’s ringing guitars and crashing cymbals.  “I Wish I was a little More Lou Diamond,” bursts out on a wail of choppy guitar chords, building in some steamroller bass, and all of it leading into a workout of energy and melody.  

Don’t know what the dudes’s obsession is with people’s names in their song titles, but I don’t really care.  Put out by Black Numbers, this is one of the best 7” debut’s I’ve heard all year.  The Dude abides.

www.banquetsamerica.com/



Montagna and the Mouth to Mouth - Ultrapolyamorous b/w At Full Speed

Here at the Ripple, we’re blessed to be contacted by some seriously cool record labels and PR firms, and one of two of my favorites are Chuck and Will over at Bear Trap PR.  Now, it’s true I don’t necessarily fall for every disc the guys send over, but when I do fall, I tend to fall hard.  I think over the years, the Bear Trap men have learned what sounds I tend to gravitate towards, which is usually more on the melodic or straight up punk end of the spectrum.  And over the years, they’ve sent us some great bands, like Balance and Composure and The Cold Beat.

Now here comes Montagna and the Mouth to Mouth.  The brainchild of singer/songwriter Jason Montagna, the Mouth to Mouth released their debut album “L’avenir” in 2009, and now come roaring back with a tasty 7” slice of licorice pizza, Ultrapolyamorous b/w At Full Speed.  And I do mean roaring.  A different sound from the majority of the emo-oriented punk I associate with Bear Trap, Montagna and the Mouth to Mouth fuse shoegazer beats, indie rock, and punk attitude to create a full on blast of noise pop unlike any I’ve ever heard before.  Guitars crash, sounds build, voice hail, bass thuds and the whole thing just keeps coming at me, wrapping me up in some heady vortex of sound as if I was caught in the middle of a punk tornado.  Of the two, I think I like “At Full Speed” better, there’s just something completely endearing about the garage rock three-chord intro and the baby doll female vocals.  But both songs are totally intoxicating in their psychedelic, dizzy haze.  Never before has noise sounded so sweet. 

 www.myspace.com/themouthtomouth



Aaron Zimmer – Honey, Give Me a Hand

It was last year sometime that we at the Ripple fell under the spell of earnest singer/songwriter Aaron Zimmer, and his full throttle pop.  Now after spending a year playing in the NY area, Aaron comes back with his first new song since his debut, Live Wires.  Playing it a bit looser and rootsier than most of the debut album, “Honey, Give Me a Hand,” is a knock out of a follow up.  Aaron seems to relax a bit on this song, aiming for a heart-felt song of love’s redemption, and loosens the reigns on the production.  The whole song feels giddy with spontaneity and the energy of a band banging this out in the living room of a good friend’s home.  That’s not to say it’s sloppy.  Heck no.  I don’t think Aaron could do anything sloppy, he’s too much of a perfectionist.  Let’s just call it easy.

Easy, and terrific.  Just as he did with Live Wires, Aaron has crafted a song of indy rock perfection.  As with all Aaron’s songs, the melody is right in the forefront, bringing me in, letting me know I’m in good hands.  The casual rush of the song sweeps over me in a moment of shear pop delight.

The song is available on iTunes and Amazon as a download, but really it’s a predecessor for the upcoming album.  I’m already standing in line.

www.aaronzimmer.com


Starfucker – Julius b/w Helium Muffin

Not at all what I was expecting from Polyvinyl Records, the home of such guitar-based indy bands as Joan of Arc and the M’sStarfucker are a bursting supernova of cosmic electronic techno indy pop that soars into the stratosphere like a tranced up rocketship of ecstasy disciples.   This is heady, trippy techno disco for the post-rave generation, and damn if it doesn’t do it well.  "Julius" is a bouncy, swirling quasi-shoegazing/ambient techno delight. Synths percolate like early am coffee while the vocals and textures swirl in a dizzying whirl like cosmic dust behind a comet.

"Helium Muffin" is about as ethereal as the name suggests.  A hypnotic blend of spacey synths and throbbing dance rhythms.  Sure to please fans of upbeat dance pop and still interesting enough for the rest of us.  Get the party started, keep it started.


www.myspace.com/strfkrmusic

--Racer

Ripple News - Prophecy Artist, Dornenreich announces 2011 Tour

Dornenreich: Flammentriebe tour 2011

In the 15th year of their existence Dornenreich present their seventh studio-album Flammentriebe via a unique live-show: a double-set including everything from acoustic intimacy to passionate ecstasy. Both the metallic as well as the acoustic side of Dornenreich will be combined for these concerts. Dornenreich will be joined by their special guests Agrypnie which rose from the the ashes of the German Avantgarde-Black-Metal-Ensemble Nocte Obducta.

FLAMMENTRIEBE TOUR 2011
presented by ORKUS, LEGACY & METAL.DE

10.02.2011 DE - München / Backstage
11.02.2011 AT - Klagenfurt / Volxhaus
12.02.2011 AT - Wien / Szene
13.02.2011 DE - Nürnberg / Z-Bau
14.02.2011 DE - Dresden / Puschkin Club
15.02.2011 DE - Berlin / K17
16.02.2011 DE - Essen / Turock
17.02.2011 DE - Trier / ExHaus
18.02.2011 DE - Stuttgart / Haus 11
19.02.2011 CH - Uster / Rock City

Project Armageddon – Departure


Project Armageddon has mastered the science of quantum physics, and here’s my reasoning behind said assessment. You put on their record, Departure, and you suddenly find yourself at the end of it. No, no. It’s not a glitch with my system . . . the disc doesn’t just magically skip over the content and pick up with the final droning notes. No . . . I’ve heard every note on this album several times, so I know the content is there. Time simply gets lost when this sucker is spinning in its tray. Project Armageddon has managed to make forty-five minutes of music feel like five. The good thing about this? I always want to hear more!

This Houston, Texas trio delivers a pummeling brand of doom metal, at times reminding me of Black Sabbath, especially when they take the more psychedelic roads with the music. These guys do a great job of balancing the all out destructive and cutting guitar tones with the more ambient and ethereal moments. Departure is the kind of album that works best with no external distractions. Lock yourself in a darkened room with a few candles or a lava lamp . . . maybe a black light . . . get comfy in your bean bag chair and take a few leisurely rips from your four foot bong. As the music swirls around you like the smoke from your bong, notice the intricate weave of tones and notes that Project Armageddon layer across your mind. Close your eyes and just follow the music. Let it teleport you to a land far, far away from your daily concerns.

The opening salvo from Departure is a tune called “Plague For Shattered Man” and the guitars are of that sludge-y, stoner variety . . . akin to Deliverance-era C.O.C. and just as devastating. With a riff this heavy, one might expect the rest of the band to drop in and carry the tune in high energy fashion, full tilt rock n’ boogie . . . but nay, Project Armageddon take the tune in a slower direction, almost plodding. Interestingly enough, though, the song doesn’t lack in energy due to the snail crawling through molasses tempo. This song is balls and the musicianship is freaking killer, specifically in the way of the guitars. Love the tones, love the Middle Eastern vibe to the solo, love the drums, love the bass. Seriously, there’s nothing to not like on this song. The vocals may be a bit difficult for some to digest as they tend to be sung in a higher register than would seem natural for the detuned sludgery of the music, but y’know . . . Ozzy got away with it for all that time with Sabbath, so get past it, folks.

Speaking of Sabbath, “Psyko-Sonic” reminds me of that classic Sabbath sound . . . a little bit of “Planet Caravan,” some parts of “Electric Funeral,” maybe some portions of “Black Sabbath.” Just cool and surreal sounding stuff, the kind of music that you can lose yourself in, and the BAM! The guys drop in with fully amplified, fully distorted guitars, and shake you back to your senses. The one aspect I keep keying into on this track is the clean guitars in the droned out mellow portions and how this subtlest of applications gives the mesmerizing portions that extra special texture. It’s the nuance, baby! Music with the subtle twists and turns are always the most interesting listens.

The band then go on a prog-tastic adventure in doom-y musicianship and dedicate the next twenty minutes and four songs to the story of a Nazi bred superhuman race called The Sonnekonige, which was part of the story line to a James Rollins novel called The Black Order (fun read if you get the chance . . . in fact, the whole series is pretty good escapist fun.) The piece opens with an acoustic guitar led, rhythmic track entitled “The Reckoning of Ages, Pt.1,” and acts as the lead into, you guessed it, “The Reckoning of Ages, Pt. 2.” The second chapter of the saga builds and builds and builds in classic sludge-y fashion, droning power chords over sporadic drum and cymbal crashes, before the grooving stoner riffery of “Steward of Shame” kicks in. This third chapter is where we first hear vocals about the tale of the superhuman Sonnekonige, but in truth, the music tells the tale just as well. The thundering stomp of the rhythm almost gives the impression of a legion of soldiers marching towards the world’s destruction. The tones of the guitars are massive and it feels like the weight of all existence is planted squarely on our shoulders.

The title tracks wraps up the album and opens with a classic riff coming straight from the vaults of Sabbath. Check this bad boy out . . . I’m loving their use of breaks to highlight the various instruments. A little bass lick here, a little guitar fill there, and the whole song comes together real well. Despite these short musical breaks, the song has a great flow to it and always feels like it’s moving forward. It also benefits from having a bit of a more up tempo feel than most of the other tracks. Point that spotlight over to the bassist as he drops in a pretty cool solo over that ever so cool guitar riff. Great way to put the close on a bitchin’ disc!

Project Armageddon will appeal to, obviously, the Black Sabbath fans out there, but also to the new generation of doom metal fans . . . people who dig Venomin James or Ogre should pay close attention to these guys. Departure is quite simply a brutally heavy album that touches on some of the fantastic elements of “What if . . . ?” The Sonnekonige epic is a perfect example of the imagination running wild with the concept of a specially bred superhuman, designed solely to do it’s masters bidding. Then, as always happens, the master loses control of his subject and all hell breaks loose. I dig it! Let the music take your mind places that it doesn’t normally go! Laced within all of the fantastic concepts are the warnings of what could be if we give a party absolute power. The collapse of social order, the loss of life, the destruction of our host organism, Mother Earth . . . when the fantasy stands on the brink of reality, the scenarios become horrifying. Thanks for the mind fuck, guys . . . Project Armageddon, ladies and gentlemen!  

--  Pope









The Kings of Frog Island - III

This sounds like the album I’ve always wanted Queens Of The Stone Age to make. And that means it sounds like Wishbone Ash and The Groundhogs playing a festival on the island where the 1973 movie The Wicker Man takes place. The Kings of Frog Island are a collaboration between guitarist and producer Mark Buteux, R. "Doj" Watson and Mat Bethancourt, of the awesome band Josiah (R.I.P.). III is the third and final installment in a trilogy that began in 2005. I never heard the first two records but am now motivated to investigate them further.

I can just imagine Christopher Lee prancing around as Lord Summerisle to the opening song “In Memoriam” as tribal drums pound and a list of the deceased is read. Britt Ekland could also do her lascivious fertility dance to tempt the inspector to this song, too. “Glebe Street Whores” is in complete contrast to the opener with a Groundhogs boogie jam and distorted vocals. Nice one-two punch to start this thing.

“Bride Of Suicide” and “The Keeper Of…” are more in the Queens Of The Stone Age vein but a bit more psychedelic. Nice fuzzed out tones and swirly backwards guitar parts are held down to earth by hypnotic bass lines. “Dark On You” and “Ode To Baby Jane” are doomy but not Sabbathy. Depressing is probably a better description.

There’s probably a storyline here that I haven’t been able to figure out. Maybe if I get the first 2 volumes I’ll put the effort into figuring it all out but for right now I’m too busy blasting this one. I’m just glad The Ripple Boss gave me this one because this sounds like the type of thing that Pope and Racer would play at dawn on one of their epic California road trips. What do you say you fly me out west and we give it a test spin together?

-- Woody


Buy here: Kings

http://www.myspace.com/thekingsoffrogisland

Murdocks - Distortionist


In 2010, a crack commando unit of three elite musicians was sent to prison by a civilian court for a crime they didn’t commit.  Their crime?  Not rocking.  These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Austin underground.  Today, still wanted by major labels, they survive as musical soldiers of fortune.  If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire…Murdocks.

I was in a whole heap of trouble.  Someone had dropped a dime on my whereabouts to the local junta dictator in exchange for what I hope was a hefty reward.  Being alert at all times paid off once again as I noticed some suspicious characters loitering around the restaurant where I was eating lunch.  Knowing I had less than a minute to make my escape I laid some money on the table for my unfinished meal (always do the right thing, kids) and ducked out the restaurant’s side entrance.  Pursuers were not far behind.  Just as I rounded the corner of the building I heard shouts coupled with the side door being viciously kicked open.  After chasing me for several blocks, the enemy forces had me holed up in an abandoned warehouse.  The warehouse was quickly surrounded, leaving me with no way out.  It was time to call for help from Ripple HQ.

While I can’t recount the short conversation that occurred thanks to my prolific use of profanities, I can politely summarize what was actually communicated.  Commanding Generals Racer and Pope, both of whom received my call for assistance, informed me that there was no need for panic.  Although I thought it to be quite grim, the situation was well at hand.  A GPS tracker on my person told them exactly where I was located, and they had just dispatched an emergency response crew specially trained for just this type of mission.  When I asked how long it would take for this super crew to arrive, the Commanding Generals laughed in unison.  Not three seconds later a jet black van exploded through one of the side walls of the warehouse and skidded to a halt about ten feet from where I stood.


Immediately the windowless side panel door facing me slid open, and the man in the back told me to get in.  I followed orders and jumped into the van.  Before I was seated the man slammed the door shut behind me, yelled at the driver to go, go, go, and we were off.  The van rapidly accelerated pinning me in my seat.  Thank goodness the walls of this warehouse were not reinforced, because the driver chose to ram through the other side wall instead of going out through the hole previously created.  It did work in our favor as the enemy troops merely stood there with mouths agape as the van blew past them in our drive for safety.  Quick introductions followed.  I learned that the three men who rescued me made up the band Murdocks.  The man giving orders was frontman/guitar player Franklin Morris.  Driving the van was drummer David T. Jones, and riding shotgun was bassist Kyle Robarge.

Morris handed me a CD player with a copy of their new album Distortionist and some noise cancelling headphones.  He instructed me to listen to the album while he and Robarge took care of the two jeeps chasing us.  Weapons proficiency had always evaded me, so this seemed like a good idea.  With rapidity I put the CD in the player, activated the noise cancellation, and hit play.  The first song of the album is titled “OMG”, and I would quickly learn that it is characteristic of the entire experience.  It begins innocently enough with a simple drumbeat and plaintive singing laid on top of a delicate guitar line.  Fifteen seconds in the ambush is triggered.  The band hits the nitrous button on all facets of the music pumping the volume level from modest to maximum, instantly escalating the tempo, marking the arrival of the bass with a generous boom, and surprising the listener with unexpected intensity in the vocals.  And that was just the beginning.

My mind was reeling.  Not from the sight of the cart wheeling/exploding jeeps that were formerly closing in on our van, but from the excellence of the music being pumped into my ears.  Frankly, I had a hard time trying to categorize this wonderful music.  Had I heard a band that sounded like this before?  Not really.  Don’t get me wrong, I was certainly able to identify elements that made up this collage of sound.  There were clearly heaping helpings of garage rock, pop punk, vintage pop, and alternative rock swirling around these compositions.  I just had not heard these styles combined in this particular manner before.  The music was certainly aggressive most of the time, but it never sacrificed any melodic sensibility in an effort to pummel the listener.  No, as the album progressed I was amazed to discover that each and every song offered up colossal vocal and musical hooks that needed no time at all to lodge themselves in the deepest recesses of my brain.

Favorite songs were terribly hard to pick out thanks to the whole package being so uniformly excellent.  Early on there is the oft stampeding melancholy of “Bloodsicle”.  A little later the lyrically scathing “Die Together” paints a vivid picture of societal disgust.  “Danger Goat” is an unrelenting punk fueled rave up.  “Sleepy Queen and Charlie Brown” is probably my overall favorite.  In a kind of nostalgic pop perfection the choruses of this song mimic the Monkees’ classic “Daydream Believer”, with the cherry on top being provided afterwards by some heavy downbeat riffing that brings the listener right back to the present.  Drawing the album to a close the Murdocks effectively sum up the musical journey with the track “Widower”.  Several beautiful moments draw to mind classic doo-wop songs (at least to my ears).  Unlike those classic songs that generally dealt with devotion however, the Murdocks’ version instead tells the tale of a man whose heart was cruelly wrenched out of his chest by someone he loved.  Brutal.  On a side note although the lyrical content of the album predominantly conveyed anger about one thing or another, the music itself never left me feeling anything other than glee or happiness.

Twenty minutes later the van pulled into a private airstrip where a plane waited on the runway to airlift me out of the country.  The album concluded just as Morris opened the side door to let me out.  I looked directly into his eyes and told him that while I was tremendously appreciative of the rescue, the music was coming with me.  He chuckled knowingly, shook his head, and replied, “You’re welcome.”  Once I was out of the van the panel door slid shut and it took off for parts unknown.  I watched it depart for the first few seconds and then climbed the stairs into the plane.  The pilot asked if I was ready to leave.  I nodded to him, sat in one of the cabin seats, and hit the play button on the CD player.  The way I figured it, I could listen to Distortionist twice more before we landed and I had to be debriefed.  Sweet!

P.S.:  Go listen to the full album yourself on the band’s website www.the-murdocks.com

-- Penfold

Buy here:  Distortionist
mp3: Distortionist



Robben Ford & The Blue Line - Handful Of Blues


He’s one of the 100 greatest guitarists of the 20th Century, now playing in the 21st Century.  Don’t take my word for it.  That statement was made by Musician Magazine.  Don’t take Musician Magazine’s word for it. Listen to Robben Ford on his 1995 release Handful Of Blues.

This is the ultimate blues rocker album. Ford, with his then band “the Blue Line” (bassist Roscoe Beck and drummer Tom Brechtlein) provide a master lesson in rock guitar blues.  Ford blazes through classic Chicago-style ("When I Leave Here"), jump blues ("The Miller's Son"), jazz-blues balladry ("Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood"), and Texas shuffle ("Tired of Talkin'") with such mastery that, at the time of release Cleveland Plain Dealer music critic David Sowd thought Ford would rise to replace the deceased Stevie Ray Vaughan as the ”undisputed hero to the white-boy blues-picker throne.”  However, Ford’s musical interests go far beyond the blues.

Ford has jazz chops as well as blues chops.  He played guitar for Jimmy Witherspoon from 1972 to 1974, before joining Tom Scott & the L.A. Express as the band’s guitarist  for Joni Mitchell’s 1974  Court and Spark tour.  At the end of the tour he joined George Harrison for Harrison’s 1974 Dark Horse tour.  In the 1980’s he toured with Michael MacDonald and Miles Davis.  But it was Ford’s childhood roots in the blues that captured his imagination in the late 1980’s through the mid-1990’s that led him to produce some of the greatest blues guitar music of the last decade of the 20th Century once he got his shot to record as a solo artist.

After Handful Of Blues was recorded Ford disbanded “the Blue Line.”  He said on his website, "I felt like I was holding back on the guitar side in order to present a band. I played out my commitment with the Blue Line and then decided to take some time off and find some new inspiration."  Yet, nothing Ford has done since Handful Of Blues is nearly as good, as distinctive or as powerful.  With “the Blue Line” disbanded Ford’s interests meandered toward jazz-infused R&B with a heavy urban influence.  While much of his later work is excellent, such as his 2003 release “Keep On Running” on which he plays with Edgar Winter, Ivan Neville and Mavis Staples, it lacks the raw beauty of his work with the Blue Line.  He only produced three albums with the Blue Line and Handful Of Blues is, by far, the best of the three.

Ford fills out the sound on Handful Of Blues by adding Yellowjackets’ keyboardist Russell Ferrante, pianist Henry Butler, Ford's brother Mark on the harmonica and organist Ricky Peterson.  In addition to producing the album LA studio guitarist Danny Kortchmar (who played on several classic James Taylor and Jackson Browne albums) occasionally plays rhythm guitar.  As a result Ford’s sound is more akin to the 1960’s British blues invasion sound than it is to the jazz and R&B tones that permeate his later work.  Yet, even this album contains a modicum of the jazz and R&B that was to come, mostly on Ford’s originals which are some of his best jazz and R&B to date.

The opening track “Rugged Road”  is a fast-paced Ford blues original that Ford follows with a classic rendition of Taj Mahal’s “Chevrolet” which, in the day, received significant airplay. Ford also provides a smooth version of “Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood.”  One of the best album tracks is an original called “Top Of The Hill” on which Ford’s musicianship shines, especially in the short guitar solo.  Another wonderful track is Ford’s rendition of Willie Dixon’s “I Just Want To Make Love To You.”  While it may not have the grit of Dixon’s vocals it features some of the best instrumental performances by Ford and his sidemen found on the album.  Ford also amazes in the longest album track “Good Thing” which has a tonality that harkens back to Ford’s L.A. Express days.

Ford is still out there playing and he will usually include a cut or two from Handful Of Blues in his shows. He will play with jazz guitarist extraordinaire John Scofield at the Blue Note in New York City, NY December 1 through 5, 2010. 

Those on the West Coast will get the opportunity to see him with his band, Renegade Creation that consists of Ford, guitarist Michael Landau (who has played with Boz Skaggs, Pink Floyd, Miles Davis, Joni Mitchell, B.B. King, James Taylor, Ray Charles and Rod Stewart just to name a few) left-handed bassist Jimmy Haslip (who has played with the Yellowjackets, Bruce Hornsby, Rita Coolidge, Gino Vannelli, KISS, Tommy Bolin, Allan Holdsworth, Marilyn Scott, Chaka Khan, Al Jarreau, Donald Fagen and Anita Baker) and drummer Gary Novak (who has played with Joe Williams, Milt Hinton, Kenny Burrell, Barney Kessel, Louis Bellson, Michael MacDonald, Lee Ritenour, Anita Baker, George Benson and Alanis Morrisette), at Yoshi’s in Oakland, CA  December 16 through 19, 2010. 

Best of all at Yoshi’s they will play a Sunday matinee where adults can get in for $18 if they bring a kid ($5 per kid).  This is a great opportunity to be a hero to the neighborhood’s budding guitarists.

- Old School

Buy here:  Handful of Blues
mp3: Handful Of BluesMik



MOVING AND MALWARE

Double hit for me attm.

Firstly a vicious piece of malware - Antiviral2010 - got into my laptop and having tried isolating it and failing, I am now having to reboot the entire damn thing - not happy.

Secondly, we have moved so have no broadband for, oh, at least two weeks. Apparently, in this world of instant information and mass computer technology, I cannot simply have an exchange push a button. Nope! And I am not allowed to put the wi-fi box in myself either, Nope! No, I have to wait at least 15 days and have an engineer come round. Why? I have no idea.

Still, makes me nolstalgic for the days when the post office would deliver your phone and install it...not.

Poobah - Let Me In


One of the first things that attracted me to the Ripple Effect freaks is their deep love and understanding of the ultra obscure heavy bands from the 1970’s that they feature on the “Proto Metal Report.” Anyone who takes time out of their lives to champion Dust, Sir Lord Baltimore, Toad, JPT Scare Band, Jerusalem, etc is someone I want to know. Nobler than just talking about it, they are putting their time and money into bringing some of these lost artifacts back into existence again on their Ripple Music label. They’ve already unleashed a great collection of unreleased JPT Scare Band recordings and now they’ve done us all a huge favor by reissuing Poobah’s Let Me In.

I bought my copy just to support the label but didn’t know what to expect. Turns out this is right up my alley. Vintage Alice Cooper, Black Sabbath, Jimi Hendrix, Johnny Winter, Grand Funk Railroad is some of my favorite rock and Let Me In is a killer mix of all of ‘em. Grand Poobah, guitarist, singer, songwriter, Jim Gustafson is an awesome player and burns up the fretboard like a muther. It reminded me a lot of the first time I heard the Truth & Janey band – kick ass American power trio rock from the Midwest with lots of heart and soul.

Recorded back in the glory days of 1972, the original LP of Let Me In featured 6 killer jams and a great album cover. “Mr. Destroyer” starts off with a very funny spoken intro, somewhere in between Cheech & Chong and the voice on the early Ohio Players song “Funky Worm” before an almost “War Pigs” style riff. Jim peels off some great solos and they rhythm section of bassist Phil Jones and drummer Glenn Wiseman is very tight and grooves hard. Jim’s playing brings to mind both Ron Asheton and Tony Iommi at the same time. “Enjoy What You Have” is a mellower song that should replace Boston’s worn out “More Than A Feeling” on the playlist for all classic rock radio stations. It’s followed up with the killer mid tempo boogie of “Live To Work.” Even though Poobah is from Ohio, this is pure Texas boogie that would make Johnny Winter take notice.

Side two of the original LP kicks off with probably my favorite song “Bowleen.” It’s got a great tribal drum beat similar to Alice Coooper’s “Black Juju” and Jim adds some spooky organ on top of his creepy guitar riff. “Rock N Roll” is the type of song that my older brothers used to love to torture my mother with back in the 70’s. It’s loud and obnoxious with lyrics about how great rock is and of course getting high! I can practically hear her screaming to “TURN IT DOWN” during the guitar breaks. “Let Me In” is a 6 and a half minute epic that has everything you could possibly want – great riffs, lyrics about brotherhood and a drum solo.

In addition to this great album, there are TWELVE bonus tracks! You get everything from what was probably their intro tape (“Here’s The Band”) to unreleased gems like “Going To Rock City” and “Walk Of The Bug” to live rehearsals and radio edits. No expense has been spared on this package. Audio restoration and mastering was handled by none other than Tony Dallas Reed of STONE AXE. This guy knows a little bit about how classic rock should sound, so you know the fidelity is top notch. The CD is almost 80 minutes and the double LP is a thing of beauty. The colored wax is a tripped out marble and the inside spine awaits your seeds!

--Woody

Buy here: Let Me In



Ripple News - History Repeats Itself: Poobah and JPT Scare Band Together Again on the Same Record Label and on the Air at WFMU

In the early 1990’s a small record label broke out of San Antonio, Monster Records, specializing in limited release/collector’s vinyl from underground 1970’s hard rock bands.  For several years, Monster churned out an impressive array of steaming protometal, adding such bands as Poobah, JPT Scare Band, Truth and Janey, Hawkwind, and Manilla Road to their roster.  But as so often happens in the music business, time passed, tastes changed and Monster Records ceased to exist.

Fast forward 20 years, and the sands of the hourglass churn backwards in time.  Suddenly metal legends, Youngstown Ohio’s Poobah, and Kansas City’s JPT Scare Band, find themselves as popular as ever and stunningly, back on the same record label.  This time it’s Ripple Music filling the void, providing the world with the tasty underground protometal that they crave.

Within a span of two months, both JPT Scare Band and Poobah released classic works with Ripple Music, JPT Scare Band’s Acid Blues is the White Man’s Burden, and Poobah’s 1972 seminal debut, Let Me In.  Both releases hit the world in eye-opening, two-tone double LP packages with gatefold covers as well as CD formats.  Both packed with rare pictures, notes, and bonus tracks.

Jim Gustafson, the mastermind behind Poobah, sums it up. “It’s cool that Poobah ended up with JPT again on the same label, only better this time. I saved these tapes for decades, looking for the right time and place to do this, and now it has happened.”

And 40 years after originally forming, both bands find themselves cranking out their music to a legion of fans new and old.  WFMU in New York has both bands on frequent rotation, spreading the protometal, acid rock gospel to hungry, waiting ears.

“It’s a wonderful bit of synchronicity,” says JPT Scare Band drummer, Jeff Littrell, “that when we finally get back on a label again, the moguls at Ripple Music have also signed our old label mates, Poobah.  Déjà vu all over again!  JPT Scare Band and Poobah ripping faces off on the same label in the 21st Century.”

Ripple Music plans to keep bringing on the ballsy retro-metal with future releases by Scottish protometal icons, Iron Claw, as well as modern purveyors following the raw, sonic blueprint, Stone Axe, Mos Generator, Grifter, Mighty High, and Venomin James.

As Ripple founders Todd Severin and John Rancik say, “Ripple Music exists to bring the guts back to rock and roll!”

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