The Warlocks has had nineteen different band members over the course of the band’s existence. In fact, there’re eight people in there right now. Wow. So it must be somewhere in the midst of all that shuffling-the comings and goings of long hair, emotional baggage, and creative torment; somewhere deep down inside all the pushings and pullings of eight different people pouring their guts into one cathartic thing. Yeah, somewhere smack dab in the middle of all that must be where the rare beauty glows. A cornucopia of drugs, as well as weird neo-psychedelic bands like The Brian Jonestown Massacre, are certain influences-its obvious to anyone who cares to listen. Honestly, Surgery is like a furnace-warm, dark, with glowing embers slowly burning away at the core.-Jennifer Sherowski
The Family Myth
This punchy uproar of a garage-rock band features ex-Guided By Voices band-member Jon McCann on drums and a couple Canadian lads at the roots of the operation. It’s all sorts of high-voltage guitar/drums/keyboards stuff, with moments of full-bore attack countered by echo-tastic base drum breakdowns. “A Hundred Million Feathers” is one kick-ass song-but buy that damn record and pick your own fave. I mean, you don’t always have to do what I do, you know. I’m sick of you copying me. F-k, get a life! Just kidding. Bye.-J.S.
When I was eight, my mom and I drove across the country from New York to Yellowstone National Park for a summer vacation. I remember being in K-Mart getting snacks and soda the day before we left and being allowed to pick out one tape-I chose Metallica’s Master Of Puppets. That next week heading west with my mom was probably one of the biggest preadolescent life changes I would experience. With Master Of Puppets pumping in my walkman-which never left my little hand-I couldn’t even hear her yelling at me to get my finger out of my nose. At a truck stop in Laramie, Wyoming, a waitress from New York recognized my mom’s accent and invited us to stay with her and her sixteen-year-old son for the night. Lo and behold, her son had Metallica posters and tapestries all over his walls and ceiling, along with other albums. I was so psyched. Early Man reminds me of that summer. Thanks.-Andy Forgash
Brain Lozenge is a little slice of heaven right here in the Sounds column. Sometimes we review old stuff, sometimes new-maybe a CD, a DVD, or, what the hell, even a book. Whatever it is, it’s guaranteed to soothe your mind … thus, the name.-Chris Coyle
It seems like all the hippies were so whacked out on pot by 1968 that they forgot who invented the very rock and roll they were listening to: Bo Diddley, Little Richard, Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters, and about a hundred other blues musicians who have or will die penniless. Anyway, trying to get his foot back in the door around that time (which seems to me like building a house and then having to sleep in the yard), Muddy hooked up with a bunch of “psychedelic” musicians to try and court some hippie dollars. The result is one filthy track after another. From “I Wanna Make Love To You,” which The Rolling Stones covered, to “Hoochie Coochie Man,” one of Hendrix’s favorite songs to perform live, it’s nonstop blues-driven rock and roll.
If the wah-wah effect in the beginning of “Tom Cat” were a smell, it would be hot garbage. It makes you wanna recoil, grimace, and say, “God damn, that’s some stankin’ shit!” One listen through on this record and you’ll get totally pissed that to this day, tens of thousands of people pay to see the toilet that Elvis’ fat, bloated ass died on-and they don’t even know that Muddy Waters exists.
Danny Kass’ “Songs To Listen To Over And Over And Over” Playlist
1. Metallica, “Fade To Black”
2. The Misfits, “Bullet”
3. Ray Chharles, “Hit The Road Jack”
4. Retard Riot, “Program”
5. The Animals, “House Of The Rising Sun”
6. Screeching Weasel, “My Right”
7. Ween, “Piss Up A Rope”
8. Guns N’ Roses, “One In A Million”
9. The Dead Milkmen, “Friday Night”
10. The Doors, “Five To One”
Photo: Frode Sandbech