In what promises to be ignored by the world at large, and quickly forgotten by myself, I’m bringing you the first of what hopes to be a weekly last fm playlist. Since last FM no longer allows for the embedding of playlists, click the photo above and be whisked away to musical bliss. Seriously, it’s like the sonic verison of Calgon.
Do yourself a big favor: Set aside a couple hours and start rummaging through www.ifyoumakeit.com This is a fantabulous music site with an easy to peruse layout, tons of show videos, short films and a home made live movie series. Plus it’s the only site I’ve ever come across that’s spot-checked Canada’s answer to Jawbreaker, M Blanket. Pardon the tangent for a second, but the M Blanket seven inch containing “Even the Score/Processing Yer” could be the best two songs ever committed to A-side wax. Okay, back to this site: Start with a slew of demos posted from bands like Get Bent (still the best thing I’ve heard all year), Sex and Hosses, Iron Chic and more. On top of that there are individual MP3’s posted.
There’s also short videos posted from a ton of live shows and short films. Haven’t waded much through them yet, except for the Ergs! Down in the Dumps and Lemuria so far. There’s well over 100 videos posted, and the few I’ve seen have very good audio and video.
The real gem of the site is the “Pink Couch” series where touring bands break out the instruments and bust out some music while seated on an overstuffed pink couch. Again, picture and sound quality is top notch. The best part of each video is the facial expressions of each musician suggesting that while they’re having a great time, they’re feeling awkward about being smooshed in on a couch. Perhaps there’s something sharp sticking out of the cushions, and it’s perilously close to the butt. Who knows? Videos are posted my Lemuria, Bomb the Music Industry, Defiance, Ohio, Bridge and Tunnel and others.
Overall, it’s a fantastic site to check out new music or hear your favorite bands in a completely different way. Definitely bookmark this site and kick it a few bucks via paypal.
It took a little while to edit it down and then figure out why it wouldn’t export, but at two am Monday morning, the fifth Pocket Full of Chump Change podcast is up and running. I even splurged and bought a USB microphone this time around, and the narration track sounds better than ever.
So what do we have in store for listeners? Glad you asked. You know those dreams you have where you go to class and completely forgot to wear clothes for “oral presentation day”? Imagine if instead of class you were performing standup comedy. Buck Naked. That’s what our guest, Andy Ofiesh does.He hosts and performs the Naked Comedy Showcase the first Wednesday of every month at the Improv Boston in Cambridge Mass (next show is this Wednesday, October 3rd). Andy is a funny guy with or without clothes. This interview was conducted in my living room, and all clothes were on in order to prevent sticking to the sofa.
We also have music from the Young Leaves, a fantastic indie band reminiscent of early Dinosaur Jr. and Husker Du. Combine that with an in-depth scene report and a ticket giveaway to the upcoming Reports/Perennials/Dead Mechanical/Sick Sick Birds.
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The Young Leaves are three kids from the mean streets of Brockton that have honed the art of producing guitar driven indie down to such a sweet science that even luminaries such as fellow Brockton-ite Marvelous Marvin Hagler have to give these guys props. Largely, the product of singer/guitarist Christopher Chaisson, “Big Old Me is a dozen smartly crafted pop tunes that pay large homage to the times when “alternative rock” was just starting to catch a foothold on the radio an you got to hear something new and exciting for maybe the first time, as opposed to the same old dreck.
“Backhanded compliment!” You say? Then you my friend, simply never had a between semesters summer job as an overnight newspaper delivery boy. You don’t remember those heady times where “Nevermind” kicked open some new doors and craptacular hair metal bands shuffled off to the bargain bin aisle of your local CD shop. When you’re driving a 1986 Honda Accord Hatchback with a busted tape deck and two and a half working speakers, and you’re out at four in the morning, making twelve cents a paper with no tips because you keep forgetting what clients want their paper on the third step and what ones want it in between the screen and front door, and when one of your clients has a pet sheep that head butts your car every morning then shits in the exact spot you need to step in to get back inside the car then you best make friends with the local overnight DJ because sometimes hearing “Web In Front” on the radio is the only thing that keeps you sane. So if that was your summer before junior year you just might damn well appreciate how awesome it was to hear Buffalo Tom Archers of Loaf, Superchunk and Sugar on the radio nearly every hour.
So the fact that these kids would have been at the age where you were more prone to sing along to ‘The Itsie Bitsie Spider” or ‘Hi My Name Is Joe I work in a button factory” as opposed to when “Hyper Enough” would have been on the airwaves is all the more amazing to me. The Young Leaves manage to translate post high school ennui with amps and sticks and create something pretty damn impressive. At time super polished indie pop that veers close to pop punk territory, at other times feedback drenched guitar nirvana worthy of early Husker Du, these guys have got my attention. The cut “Look Sharp, Die Young” is worthy of anything musically Superchunk would have put out in the early nineties, and Chaisson manages to toss off the lines “What if I didn’t speak anymore?/ Settled the score/I’d just end ups till bored“ while sounding like the slightly nasally cousin of a young Elvis Costello. ‘Big Me” is pop-rock reminiscent of Buffalo Tom until a minute and a half remains in the cut. At that point the drums and bass lay down a killer near-dub bass line that sets a fantastic groove, letting the guitar come in for a sweet little solo before ripping the whole thing to shreds in a cacophony of noisy feedback driven squalls. Then, just when you think the whole thing is back on track at the drop of a dime for some pop hooks to close it out. Seriously, if you loved J Masics early guitar work from the SST days, then hop on board with this band. “Big Old Me” has that late period aid back Braid feel to it. It’s growing on me, like, a lot.
So here’s the bummer. It looks like these guys are no more. After another fruitless two hour drive for a show, where they were turned away for not being twenty one, they’ve decided to pack it in. It’s really too bad, because these guys put on an awesomely powerful live show, with a “these amps on eleven” noise fest. If they were a few years older living in squalor in Allston, they could be the O’Briens bar house band instead of languishing in obscurity. I’m about two minutes away from asking if they’ll stay together if we can get five hundred people to send them pictures of their peen or boobs.