Over the past decade, the Wood Brothers
(which also features Jano Rix on a variety of instruments) have recorded
two live albums, an EP and five studio records, including last year’s
acclaimed The Muse.
When you come on the scene as a young man
who performs Dancehall Reggae mixed with Rap and other genres, and do
it as a bearded, Orthodox Hasidic Jew who touts his spirituality in his
grooves, you will be noticed by believers and non-believers alike.
“Drive-By Buddy,” the opening track on the Black Lips’ recently minted Underneath the Rainbow,
sounds like Faces by way of The Monkees, its Honky-Tonk guitar riff and
galloping beat leavened by the quartet’s usual assortment of lyrical
goofiness: “Well brother, what’s the matter/Do you hate the life you’ve
chose/Well I hope it doesn’t flatter, when you’re bathing with a
hose/But as long as your butt’s clean, then it’s all good.”
Did anyone believe that the decadent clan known as The Dandy Warhols would be around two decades after their formation in Portland, Ore.? Frontman Courtney Taylor-Taylor will be the first to say, "No way."
So great and vast was the singer-songwriter revolution of the 1960s that we take for granted the long, steadily productive careers of many of its practitioners. That is the case with Chris Smither, who has put out 16 studio-recorded albums since 1970’s I’m a Stranger Too!
The Jam/Style Council frontman had a potent run with his former bands before going the solo route with his jazzy eponymous 1992 album, and his subsequent 20-plus-year stint under his own name has been illustrious in its own right, both critically and commercially.
MOTR Pub, in addition to bringing in up-and-coming musicians, has presented a fair number of beloved veteran cult figures (some pretty eccentric) to town. Jon Langford, Tav Falco, Kid Congo Powers, Charlie Parr come immediately to mind. Now comes the fairest of all — Jad Fair.
Guitarist/vocalist Becky Black plays with
my-fist-your-face intensity and sings with a Rock-blackened rasp that
reinforces her physical swagger, while drummer Maya Miller keeps the
frenetic beat with the unhinged energy of an amphetamine-soaked octopus.