Category: Americana (Page 17 of 23)

Various Artists: Where The Action Is! Los Angeles Nuggets 1965-1968


RIYL: Byrds, Beach Boys, Love

One would think that it wouldn’t have taken six volumes before the renowned Nuggets series finally got around to the fertile music scene that dominated Los Angeles in the mid ‘60s. With ample sets devoted to London and San Francisco, and extensive treatment given New York and the Northeast, cynics might perceive Where the Action Is! almost as an afterthought, coming, as it does, this late in the Nuggets progression. Nevertheless, it’s a welcome addition to the canon, given that the ‘60s were practically defined by the folk rock, psychedelia and experimental sounds that echoed through the Southern California canyons, its sprawling suburbs, white, sunny beaches, and the haunts and hangouts on the Sunset Strip. And while the roll call of musicians birthed in those environs encompasses some of the more formidable figures of modern rock and pop, the L.A. scene was also responsible for would-be innovators who etched only a momentary foothold in that innovative era.

This, of course, is where Nuggets has always served its purpose, to bring to light the obscure and unlikely artists that have slipped through the cracks, both the one-hit wonders and early permutations of bands that would ultimately achieve stardom under some later aegis. And in the case of Where The Action Is!, that mission has never been better served. The obvious examples from that era are, of course, well-represented, from Captain Beefheart and the Byrds to the Beach Boys and Buffalo Springfield, while bands like Love, the Seeds and the Turtles, transient teen idols Dino, Desi & Billy, Kim Fowley and Keith Allison, and preposterous pretenders such as Peter Fonda and Noel Harrison also find a good fit. As befitting those heady, innocent days, there are plenty of band brands that give cause for chuckles, given that the psychedelic ‘60s propagated groups with names like the Everpresent Fullness, London Phogg, Farpardokly, Limey & the Yanks, Ken & the Fourth Dimension, the W.C. Fields Memorial Electric String Band and, of course, the Peanut Butter Conspiracy.

Happily, though, beyond a few laughable attempts to keep up with the times – note Rick Nelson’s attempts to get all druggy and descriptive with “Marshmallow Skies” and the Monkees’ psychedelic “Daily Nightly” – most of the music is surprisingly engaging. To the producers’ credit, less obvious entries from the better-known bands are tapped for inclusion, even to the extent of providing a rare alternate take of “Heroes and Villains” that differs dramatically from the final version. The real mother lode comes in the form of an early, heretofore undiscovered recording of “Sit Down I Think I Love You,” recorded by ex Au Go-Go Singers Steve Stills and Richie Furay prior to their later union in Buffalo Springfield.

Likewise, early works by Taj Mahal, Warren Zevon, Randy Newman, Nilsson and Little Feat’s Lowell George also serve historical interest and add value to a set that seems worthy enough – given its four discs, over a hundred songs and an extensive chronicle – to substantiate its $64.98 suggested retail price. An excellent compendium from a Day-Glo period, this may be the nicest Nuggets of all. (Rhino 2009)

Mark Stuart and the Bastard Sons: Bend in the Road

There’s something comforting about hearing the voice of one of your favorite singers, and Mark Stuart’s familiar husky, twangy vocals might be just that if you favor his brand of Americana. Of course, Stuart, former front man for Bastard Sons of Johnny Cash, has jaunted off on his own, calling his new project Mark Stuart and the Bastard Sons. The debut album of this project, Bend in the Road, is much more in the vein of traditional alt-country than Bastard Sons of Johnny Cash, a band whose sound at times bordered on alternative rock. Bend In the Road even starts with a cover, Billy Joe Shaver’s “I’m Just an Old Chunk of Coal,” but then features eleven of Stuart’s own songs, beginning with “Restless Ramblin’ Man,” a twang-fest if there ever was one, with its banjo and fiddle and slick three-part harmonies. There are moments that are pop/rock-tinged, like on “When Love Comes a Callin’” or “Way Down the Road,” as well as the blistering honky-tonk of “Miles to Memphis.” Stuart even turns down the volume nicely on “Carolina,” which also has some really nice pedal steel play. Depending on why you became a fan of Stuart or BSOJC, you’re either going to love this record or feel a bit cheated, but there is no question the guy can write solid Americana, and his voice is as strong as ever. (Texacali 2009)

Mark Stuart and the Bastard Sons MySpace Page

Joe Pernice: It Feels So Good When I Stop

Keeping tabs on Joe Pernice’s career has occasionally proven something of a challenge. His first band, an Americana outfit dubbed the Scud Mountain Boys, eventually morphed into the more pop-pronounced Pernice Brothers. Still, Pernice’s ambitions didn’t stop there, and a solo outing released under the moniker of Big Tobacco found him spinning off his surplus material and garnering good reviews in the process. While the Pernice Brothers have remained an ongoing entity, Joe’s recently expanded into the literary world, penning an autobiographical novel titled “It Feels So Good When I Stop” and recording an accompanying “novel soundtrack” that takes the same backward glance.

Although it’s not formally billed as such, the new effort is strictly a covers album featuring songs that helped shape Pernice’s musical palette. “I always thought Del Shannon was right down there with Pat Boone,” he remarks during a spoken word segment that precedes a harmonious “I Fall to Pieces.” “Why? Because I didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about.” He’s less critical in his approach to the material itself, rendering Steve Wynn’s “Tell Me When It’s Over” with a chiming Byrds-like shimmer, “I’m Your Puppet” as a lush serenade, and a surprise pick, the Mary Poppins lynchpin “Chim Cheree,” with delicate but purposeful grace. The only time the mood turns melancholy is when he prefaces a darkly confessional take on “Hello It’s Me” with a tirade against Todd for stirring up his teenage emotions. It’s then, and only then, that the album title offers truth in advertising. (Ashmont Records 2009)

Joe Pernice website

Chris Knight: Trailer II

A lot of country singers don’t know squat about horses, trailer parks, and rural life – but they can sound like they do, thanks to the songs written for them by guys like Chris Knight. A former coalmine inspector from a speck on the map in Kentucky, Knight is one of those plucked-from-obscurity successes whose story sounds like it was dreamed up in a Beverly Hills bungalow for a crappy movie script, but he’s the real deal – and though he’s never enjoyed a ton of success as a recording artist, he’s written plenty of cuts for more established acts: Montgomery Gentry, John Anderson, Ty Herndon, and Gary Allan are just a few of the performers who have covered his songs. Trailer II, as you might have already gleaned from its title, is a collection of demos taped in a trailer, and a sequel to 2007’s well-received The Trailer Tapes. Recorded over a decade ago, when Knight was still years away from making his major label debut, these performances offer a grippingly intimate snapshot of an artist with little more than a guitar and a dream. Unlike The Trailer Tapes, the songs that make up Trailer II will be familiar to Knight’s fans, but hearing them here, in all their stripped-down majesty, provides a more direct emotional connection to the material. He’s been described as “John Prine and Steve Earle rolled into one,” and despite the hyperbole of the comparison, that’s as apt a way as any to describe what you’ll hear here. Forgive the somewhat dodgy fidelity and bask in the sweltering heat of a bona fide Americana talent. (Drifter’s Church 2009)

Chris Knight MySpace page

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