Category: Songs (Page 26 of 96)

Seen Your Video: Midnight Juggernauts, “Road to Recovery”

This is what Duran Duran’s Red Carpet Massacre should have sounded like.

For those who don’t know the back story, Duran Duran solicited the help of hip hop overlord Timbaland and his protégé Nate “Danja” Hills to oversee their last album. This idea was sixteen different flavors of bad, because Tim and Nate demand that they be the stars of their work, not the bands singing and playing the songs in question. Duran Duran were reduced to co-stars on their own album. Tragic.

The Midnight Juggernauts right every wrong that Duran made. The drum tracks are positively huge, second only to Daft Punk. The bass lines are fluid and rubbery – nothing on Red Carpet Massacre comes close to the bass line on “Shadows” – and the keyboards are layered without smothering everything around them. And here’s the best part: they’re a trio. That’s right, there are only three guys making all this sound, which I guess makes them the equal and opposite reaction to Wolfmother, and the dance doppelganger of Muse.

Their album Dystopia doesn’t land on US shores until May 27, but it already has a spot on my Best of ’08 list. I haven’t been this excited about a band since, well, Muse. Make sure and check out the clips for “Tombstone,” “Shadows” and “Into the Galaxy” as well.

It’s Alive! – The Highwaymen

Last night, I was fortunate enough to catch Willie Nelson in concert at The NorVa, in Norfolk, VA. It was the second time I’d seen him there, and although it wasn’t quite as long a performance as the last time he came ’round, it was still just as good a time. There were, however, a few bittersweet moments, such as when he broke out “Good Hearted Woman,” introducing it with the words, “Let’s do one for Waylon!” Ah, the late Mr. Jennings: how he’s missed. And the absence of Johnny Cash is felt even more strongly. As such, I thought I’d go ahead and offer up an artifact from the past that never fails to make me smile: Willie, Waylon, Johnny, and their ol’ buddy Kris Kristofferson teaming up to sing their version of Jimmy Webb’s “The Highwayman.” Just listen to that crowd scream as each gentleman takes the mike for their respective verse…

Less Talk, More Music: Manic Street Preachers on “Friday Night with Jonathan Ross”

The Manic Street Preachers are kinda the alt-rock version of Status Quo, given that they’re an institution in the UK but barely cause Americans to raise an eyebrow, but as a dedicated reader of Q Magazine in the ’90s, I’ve followed them since the beginning of their career, back when Richie Edwards was carving slogans into his flesh and trying to be his generation’s Sid Vicious. As it turned out, he was a bit closer to being his generation’s Amelia Earhart, given that he vanished into thin and and is presumed dead, but that’s beside the point. The band’s music is arguably more powerful now than it was when Edwards was in the band, probably because they’re a decidedly less self-destructive unit without him in their ranks, but their debut album, 1992’s Generation Terrorists, nonetheless captured lightning in a bottle, combining the best bits of The Clash and Guns ‘N’ Roses and making them into one of the classic records of the decade. This performance of the epic “Motorcycle Emptiness” is actually from the ’00s, so it’s without Edwards, but a decade on, the song itself remains just as powerful.

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