Your Cleveland Concert Calendar for November
Saturday, November 1st: Beachland Halloween with "Duran Duran," "Belly," "Tom Waits," "Kings of Leon," "James Gang," and "Credence Clearwater ...
The Rockometer: Slow Release by Yes I’m Leaving
Slow Release, the latest long player by the Sydney band, Yes I'm Leaving, is a record you can judge by its cover, its back cover to be more precise. Let's read over these song titles. Side one starts with "One," and leads to "Puncher," "Fear," "Alchemy," "Timer" and "Salt." Side two reads "Care Less," " Manic," "Funny," "Secret," and "Husk."
The Rockometer: The Best Day by Thurston Moore
I'm not terribly interested in Thurston Moore's personal life. As a Sonic Youth fan, it sucks that indie rock super couple, Moore and Kim Gordon split. But, I'm not going to get into the blame game, labeling Moore a misogynist pig for ditching Gordon for a younger model. Breakups aren't easy. Breakups are rarely clean. And when a break up involves one of the most admired underground rock bands in history, it only serves to reason that some with no skin in the game will all of a sudden take a personal interest in Moore and Gordon's personal matters. Sonic Youth was a fucking institution for three fucking decades. Yet, to hear Moore tell it, Sonic Youth had started to run its course, too.
The Rockometer: 77 by Nude Beach
While the album title, 77, may suggest the golden era of punk rock, Nude Beach's behemoth, 18 song, 70+ minute effort actually pays homage to a different Rock 'N' Roll tradition -- That of the American bar rock band. That old practice of men working for the weekend and then ringing it in with beers and blasting guitars may wax and wane, but never completely goes out of style. Depending on your vantage point, the trio of Chuck Betz, Ryan Naideau, and Jim Shelton may remind you of Tom Petty in the '70s, The Replacements in the '80s, Wilco's early output in the '90s, or contemporary rabble-rousers like The Men.
Play Me: “Bury Our Friends” by Sleater-Kinney
Beloved, Washington rock trio, Sleater-Kinney are back, and, hot damn, are they back in a big way. First there's the matter of the career-spanning box set out tomorrow. Then, we found that career-spanning box set contained a mystery 45. The mystery 45 was confirmed to be from a new album, No Cities to Love (out 1.20 on Sub Pop). And, finally, that new album is leading to a world-wide reunion tour. Not a bad weekend for Sleater-Kinney fans, huh?
A Jam Packed Thursday with Nothing, Cult of Youth, Mr Gnome, Twerps, and Parkay Quartz
When the book is closed on 2014, or a month from now when music pubs start pushing their end of the year round-ups, a surprising release will likely top my list -- Nothing's Guilty of Everything. Upon it's release, I found it more diverse and more engaging than most modern shoegazer albums (your best comparison may be '90s alt-rockers Hum, a band who weren't afraid to go full metal during their atmospheric rock jams), yet, I also felt emptiness upon my initial listens. Here was a band fronted by an ex-punk, ex-con and I wanted more of the story to come through in the lyrics. Turns out, Nothing wasn't lacking. My patience was lacking. The title track kills me to this day.
The Rockometer: Life/Thrills by Lower Plenty
That bit about friends from other bands in town gathering around a kitchen table to write and record music describes Lower Plenty to a tee. The ten, largely acoustic numbers collected on Life/Thrills are spontaneous and endearingly unpolished: The percussion often sounds like washboards or bottles and cans; the guitars are loosely strummed and tuned to good enough; and, the lyrics are often conversational in nature, gathered from bits overheard about town or supplied as the answer to the simple question, "What did you do today?"
Play Me: “Hollywood High” By Mike Hudson and the Pagans
Any Cleveland rocker worth their salt knows about the town's importance in the birth of American punk rock. Names like Pere Ubu, Rocket From the Tombs, and The Dead Boys are passed down from generation to generation with the type of reverence conservative politicians pay to our nation's founding fathers. Dig deeper, and you'll quickly find there's more to Cleveland's punk legacy than the big three. electric eels, Mirrors, and The Pagans should all be required listening, too.