Philadelphia punkers Dirty Tactics are officially the band I overlooked last year. In a day and age where punk rock music is taking all sorts of diversions into different genres, sometimes I am just hesitant of checking out newer acts.
Maybe it’s the old man in me telling me to hold back as I sadly think I have heard it all or perhaps I’ve just grown tired of band after band sounding alike. Whatever the reason is, I am glad I took a moment to pop in It Is What It Is, the bands sophomore album on Say-10 Records.
From the very start of the CD I was into it. It was not because the band exploded into a infectious jam (that was later), it was because of a certain dated excerpt of an interview that opened the album. Where as I can not pinpoint who the actual band is that is being interviewed, someone who sounds an awful like Mick Jones of the Clash says “it’s just like, there just has to be new groups and that’s just what you got,” when asked where punk rock started. Without time to agree with that statement, Dirty Tactics jumped into “When You Wake Up” a dirty DIY sounding catchy-ass song.
“Baltimore” followed the opening track continuing with an infectious pop-punky (see, I told you that happened later) song that won me over mostly thanks to the use of the organ throughout. Begging to be sung along to was “The Process”, a pop-punk heavy track wit a dab of clapping to keep that good feeling going.
“Secret Lives” had an interesting prelude to an amazing track. “Train Song” proved it is ok to play organ in a punk rock song and have fun doing so. All I could think to myself is how amazingly talented these guys were and I was only halfway thought the album.
“Arkansas” was unlike any other song previously heard and perhaps my favorite. Upright piano, almost whispering gruff singing, and distant percussion brought together this quick gem of a track that begged to be listened to over and over again.
The shift in sound also applied to the final track “Blind Man”, a trippy track that sounded almost as if Jeffrey Lewis wrote it. Even if it was out of the norm I loved it and especially appreciated the repeat of “it’s what you got” taken from the opening sample at the songs end.
Dirty Tactics are group of talented and hardworking musicians that make punk, well…punk. They recorded the It Is What It Is themselves, work their day jobs when home, and tour when the time is right. I only hope to catch this band live one day.
It Is What It Is just isn’t just an album that I’ll be listening to a couple of times and forget about…and yes I mean that. I am pretty sure they will remain in regular rotation for me for quite some time. If you have not heard of Dirty Tactics yet make sure you put that on your to do list.
Just when you think you have heard it all, along comes something new, something that I just have to talk about. Every once in a while, a band drops an album good and so different that once it hits my ears, all I can do is play it over and over. Recently, rather this past summer, I was introduced to a band that had me going crazy for more. The band I speak of is J. Roddy Walston & The Business. If you have not heard of this band already you are missing out (I may say that a lot, but in this one instance I mean it).
So who do they sound like? Imagine the Beatles, the Kinks, Queen, Cheap Trick, Led Zeppelin, and throw in some Jerry Lee Lewis. There are far more comparisons to be used, but the previously mentioned bands were first to come to my mind. From beginning to end the band’s self-titled sophomore album on Vagrant Records, J. Roddy Walston & The Business does not let up. It’s a bare-boned non-overproduced album that leaves any listener hungry for more.
J. Roddy Walston? More like J. Roddy Awesome…
The moment the piano started on “Don’t Break The Needle”, I knew I was in for something good. The hoot-hollering track full of dark references of addiction carries on with laughter in the singing, pounding piano playing, and guitar playing that’ll easily peer pressure the listener into wanting more.
“Used To Did” simply rocks. With lyrics like “I got this gun girl, it don’t miss, it makes babies,” how could you not agree? From J. Roddy’s broken-record lyricism to the heavy shedding guitar playing, this track is all about not caring and Rock ‘n Roll. Just watch out for that gun.
My favorite track on the album hands down was “Brave Man’s Death”. Happy as it may seem while listening to, the song itself tells of a selfish dysfunctional life lesson no one should ever be subject to. Still, I have found myself on more than one occasion screaming the chorus at the top of my lungs alone and with friends. It is a refreshing song when the moral of the story catches up with you, but until you get there you will be lost.
Easily an instant classic, “I Don’t Wanna Hear It” has everything included in a track to be liked by anyone who fathoms themselves a music lover – a southern rock jam, group vocals, and a bad ass attitude. Continuing with that feeling was the closing track “Use Your Language” a twangy track that made me want to clap my hands, stomp my foot, and sing along.
I really should have had this review done months and months ago, but all excuses aside, this Baltimore foursome (originally hailing from Cleveland, TN) has been in regular daily rotation since the day the album hit my hands over the summer. J. Roddy Walston & The Business has become an instant Rock ‘n Roll album that I will spin for years to come.
Having only caught one live song by them this past Fall when they opened for Shooter Jennings (I literally arrived just as the band played their set-ending song) I can tell you this: The band rocks on so many levels. The excitement that that foursome bled onto the crowd made me smile. I am sure that hardly any of the crowd knew who J. Roddy Walston & The Business was when they entered the Beachland Ballroom that rainy October night, but I know they left with something that tasted ever so good to their ears. I was there, I know they liked it…
Bars Of Gold (BoG), a new project including former Bear vs. Shark (BvS) members Marc Paffi and Brandon Moss, recently released their debut album entitled Of Gold through Friction Records. Moving from the post-hardcore sound the band carries a more punk rock / indie rock sound. BoG may not necessary cater to many BvS fans out there on this release, but after just one listen, I am a fan.
A Nintendo-y opener, properly titled “Boss Level” started off the album with me scratching my head wondering what the rest of the album would entail. Not that there is anything wrong with a little 8-bit-core, it was just unexpected.
“Heaven Has A Heater” focused more towards an indie sound with a punk singing style that really sounded amazing. This is definitely a track that needs to be checked out. While I am talking about tracks that needed to be checked out, listen to “Birds” as well. The sound was like what might happen if Modest Mouse and Talking Heads decided to collaborate. It was catchy and bizarre all at once.
“The Hustle” was unlike any other track on the album and by far the most entertaining to my ears. The banjo almost hypnotized me throughout the wild folk-heavy track with Paffi’s vocals howling all over the place. Dare I say Hot Water Music vocals meets Travis guitar playing? Yes, I just said that.
The melodic “………….” was a nice, chill track to listen to at the start but soon had a little group vocals going on in the background leading up to Paffi taking over. The song reminded me of Cursive track in a good way.
“Cannibals” was a great track to sit back to and just enjoy. In the true spirit of indie rock, this song kicked ass and I loved how the beginning crept up around you and then just turned into a mad frenzy of insanity.
It’s nice to see musicians move on in differnet directions without sounding like they are trying too hard. Bars Of Gold have a good sound going for them and I am loving what they have created. I am sure there are BvS fanatics out there wondering what happened and it is expected, but I have the feeling that once a few of them make way through this album they will grow to appreciate all that it is.
2010 is coming to an end and I think I have found my favorite indie-ish rock album of the year. Check it out for yourself:
I am the type of person that wishes I could do everything every time – specifically I speak of concerts. I go to plenty, but not all of them. Sadly there are certain factors I need to look at when I go to a show:
When is the show? Do I have work or class the next day? Where is the show? Can I afford to drive hours away to see said show and then drive home without staying at a hotel?
Yeah, not the greatest criteria for figuring out if I can hit up a show or now, but it is the truth. I can not jeopardize my job (even though I am writing this at work) or school by missing a day or being too tired to for that matter. I am an adult now and even though I do not want to act like one – sometimes I have to.
Case in point: Screeching Weasel recently made a couple stops near Ohio (but not IN Ohio…). I could not afford the trip down to Covington or over to Detroit and I knew it well in advance. A handful of my friends were however able to take in a show.
Jerks.
So being curious to hear how the show went I asked begged my best pals from Columbus, Pete and Mary Alice who went to the Covington show, to write up a little something something about their trip to see the one and only Screeching Weasel.
Take it away Pete (and thank you).
Salad Days
My beautiful wife and I ventured down to Cincinnati/Covington, KY’s Madison Theater for an evening with one of our favorite bands ever, the newly reformed (sans Jughead who had a falling out with you know who) Screeching Weasel. Much like our recent trip to see NOFX with Brian and Kolb, we stayed at a hotel, choosing the Radisson for our accommodations. That’s us up there, in our room, happy as clams.
No story of the Yuppie Punx would be complete without a full description of our fantabulous surroundings. Well, you’re kind of not going to get it here, because the rotating restaurant at the top of the hotel left something to desired. I mean, my salad was good and all, but the rest of it wasn’t that great. Not a lot of vegetarian options. The worst part of the experience was that the restaurant employees acted like it was some amazing and luxurious place. (“Special Occasion?” You CAN’T be serious, dah-ling).
I got a picture of this family who were sitting behind Mary Alice. They were hilarious. Blond wife, blond kids, Dad with a sleazeball ponytail – bigger yuppies than us!
Look out behind you!
But anyway, the show. This is the second time we’ve gotten to see Screeching Weasel, the first time being at last year’s Riot Fest in Chicago. Now I do have some mixed feelings about seeing the band without Jughead, but Mary Alice couldn’t care less. Ben Weasel could be standing alone flinging feces at the audience, and she would still pass out from the excitement of seeing “Ben”(Cue girly sighing noise). But Juggy’s absence is not enough to keep me from seeing the band, disappointing as it is.
We got to the Madison about halfway through the second of three bands. We still can’t get out of the local-show-starts-late mode of Columbus. But whatevs, we were in plenty of time to see the Weas.
The venue wasn’t as packed as when we saw NOFX, but it was a good crowd. For some reason, we were able to smoke inside this time(?). We decided that perhaps Fat Mike insisted on non-smoking when his band played; I’d believe it. As I mentioned before, we didn’t have to wait long for Weas to go on, so we got a couple of drinks and scurried to get a front stage spot on the second level behind the pit. After the second band finished (Shot Baker from Chicago), we waited for about 25-30 minutes for the headliners. They walked out on stage, made a few inaudible comments, then good ol’ Dan Vapid belted, “CINDY’S ON METHADONE, 1-2-3-4!!!!,” and the band proceeded to launch into the tune from their classic LP My Brain Hurts.
Ben Weasel flanked by Dan Vapid on guitar
Now, I’m not one of those “write down the set list” guys, but this set list from Chicagofrom an earlier show this year is pretty darn close. Mary Alice enjoyed snapping many pics of her beloved Ben, and we shouted happily to all the songs we know from over 15 years of faithful listening. We only didn’t know one song, entitled “Vacation” (the title being take off of the Ramones song “Endless Vacation”), which apparently will be on an upcoming new album. Oh boy!
Ben seemed to be in his regular grumpy mood, as opposed to a reallygrumpy mood like he was in Chicago. He paced back and forth on the stage, while the rest of the band happily plowed through an hour’s worth of music, including my personal favorite (“Teenage Freakshow”) and Mary Alice’s personal favorite (“Peter Brady”). We got thrown a little curve when Ben walked off the stage while the band performed the instrumental “Talk to me Summer,” which was a better move than staying on stage to rock out with no instrument. Ben didn’t talk to the crowd too much, shy Dan didn’t talk at all. My favorite spoken moment was Ben’s intro to “Cool Kids,” in which he reassured the crowd that Screeching Weasel never had exclusive parties back stage, but instead would just hang around after the show being sweaty and tired. It was cool, because they didn’t claim to be overly devoted to their fans, just normal guys who want to go home after the gig ends.
Ben Surrounded By 2 Random Guys
I wouldn’t say the crowd was insane, as so much were the bouncers. They were pulling people from the crowd at an unbelievable rate, just to jettison them from the venue stage left. While I couldn’t see all that was going on in the pit, I had a hard time believing that there could be that many people throwing punches. Sometimes when I see a bouncer rough someone up, I wonder if they did anything to deserve it. That’s totally punk of me to think that.
While Mary Alice and I both agree that Screeching Weasel is not the greatest live band in the world, we would gladly see one of the greatest bands in the world perform an average live show any time. It was a great night with a great band. Pure and simple greatness personified. Greatly.
A Great Band
After the show, we went back to hotel and drank liquor out of these minuscule glasses. We also watched the Good Morning Miss Bliss! (later renamed Saved By the Bell) ORIGINAL Pilot on YouTube. They had none of the classic SBTB characters, and they had an old weird guy playing Mr. Belding. Then we topped off the night with the order from the new and improved Domino’s Pizza. I don’t know what exactly Domino’s is claiming they do differently now, because the pizza still sucks.
Anyone who was smart enough to go to the Bad Religion / Bouncing Souls show last night can agree with me on one thing – Best Show Ever.
A trio of punk rock bands with a 20 year gap in age difference treated all the fans to one hell of a show in tropical Cleveland, OH last night at the House Of Blues. Honestly it was one of the highlight shows of the year for me and I left the venue last night beyond satisfied. More on that in a second…
30 years ago, a punk rock band by the name of Bad Religion formed. Seeing how I was only three years old, I had no idea who they were and pretty much had no idea who they were until I was about 12 or 13. I can tell you this, the first time I heard them I became a fan instantly. Intelligent and powerful punk rock was exactly what I was looking for at a young age. I remember I used to take the cassette inserts and read the lyrics and look up the words I could not understand in dictionaries and encyclopedias. I was a punk rock dork.
Just a little over 15 years ago I saw my first Bad Religion show and immediately knew I would love this band for the rest of my life. Seeing them take the stage was one of the most important events in my life as a young punker.
I’ve grown up with this band and I have seen them well over a dozen times. Ask me what my top 5 bands are of all time and Bad Religion will be one of them, if not number one. I guess you would be correct in saying that I kind of like these guys.
Any fan of Bad Religion can agree, they are that amazing.
When Bad Religion posted that they were coming to Cleveland once again I was just as excited as I when I was granted permission by my folks to see them in the mid-nineties. Add Bouncing Souls and Off With Their Heads to the bill, and I was even more pumped to be at the show.
When I arrived to the House Of Blues, the place was already crowded and Off With Their Heads were already rocking through their set. From what I heard, they sounded good. The crowd was getting a kick out of them too as they just pushed through their 30 minute set.
New Jersey heroes The Bouncing Souls took the stage to their adoring fans and blew threw a fun set including old and new tunes. The foursome was impressed with Cleveland on a Tuesday night and did their best to keep the excitement overflowing. They sounded better live this time as they played “True Believer”, “Lean on Sheena”, “Gasoline” and a hilarious screw up of “East Coast! Fuck You!” that had lead singer Greg Attontio on his knees laughing his ass off while the crowd took over vocal duties for him.
The band was all smiles on stage and I would have to assume much more excited to not be playing a Warped Tour. Having seen them earlier this summer at the 100 degree nightmare of a festival, not only did the band look more comfortable this round, but there was also twice as many fans packed at the venue to see them.
Finally the punk rock godfathers most had gathered to see, Bad Religion, took their rightful place on stage to what looked like an almost sold out crowd. Pacing the stage, the band took in their well deserved applauds from their fans of all ages. Without hesitation the band ripped into “Do What You Want” and the place went insane.
Rather than focusing on their recently released album The Dissent Of Man, the band played select tracks from their 30 year catalog including “Only Gonna Die”, “Conquer The World”, and “A Walk”. They sounded better than ever to my ears and seemed focused on only one thing – playing the best show that they could for their fans.
In between a couple of songs Greg Graffin talked about their 30 year career and at one time said “when you’ve been in a band for 30 years, every night could be our last show.” Graffin also recalled the first time Bad Religion played Cleveland in the 80’s at some place called Peabody’s.
It was evident that the band was aging, well not Greg Hetson, but the others showed signs of aging. Graffin wore a more “dad-like” outfit while Jay Bentley’s beard was more salt and pepper. The band though did not let age play a part in their performance. In all the times I have ever seen Bad Religion, this was my favorite show.
I was not in the pit this time thrashing around screaming lyrics I held so close to my heart. I sure as hell was not crowd surfing. Instead I perched myself to the side of the stage anticipating which song the band would play next while gently rocking my head throughout.
The continued their set with “Suffer”, “Atomic Garden”, “Wrong Way Kids”, and two of my all time favorites back to back: “You” and “Fuck Armageddon”. They finished their set with “American Jesus” and exited the stage.
The crowd knew an encore was going to happen and no one moved. Instead, they cheered as loudly as possible letting the band know they wanted more. Not even a minute, Bad Religion was back on the stage and Graffin joked “how’d you know we were going to play an encore?”
The encore consisted of three more tracks including two more of my favorite songs, “Infected” and “Sorrow”. Everyone packed in the venue sang as loudly as possible through each song with arms raised high in the air.
It was an amazing night of punk rock goodness. This show was one of the better shows I have seen in my time and I am thrilled to have been a part of it. Punk’s not dead at all. Trust me, I know this.
Bad Religion Set List:
Do What You Want
Sinister
Only Gonna Die
Recipe For Hate
Flat Earth
Before You Die
The Resist-Stance
Conquer The World
Digital Boy
New Dark Ages
The Devil In Stitches
Requiem For Dissent
A Walk
No Control
No Direction
Avalon
Suffer
Atomic Garden
Wrong Way Kids
Meeting Of The Minds
You
Fuck Armageddon
Generator
American Jesus Encore:
Infected
Los Angeles Is Burning
Sorrow
Philadelphia punkers Dirty Tactics are officially the band I overlooked last year. In a day and age where punk rock music is taking all sorts of diversions into different genres, sometimes I am just hesitant of checking out newer acts.
