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“Have You In My Wilderness”, released on 25th September 2015, is the fourth full length album by Los Angeles artist Julia Holter and her most intimate album yet.

Recorded in her hometown over the last year and once again crafted with Grammy-winning producer and engineer Cole Greif-Neill, the album follows 2013’s Loud City Song and two much-lauded previous titles – Ekstasis and Tragedy. Album opener, ‘Feel You’, is the first single also released on 25th September 2015.

Have You in My Wilderness was written from the heart – warm, dark and raw – and explores love, trust, and power in human relationships. While love songs are familiar in pop music, Holter manages to stay fascinatingly oblique and enigmatic, with some of the most sublime and transcendent music she has ever written.

Like Holter’s previous albums, Have You in My Wilderness is multi-layered and texturally rich, featuring an array of electronic and acoustic instruments played by an ensemble of gifted Los Angeles musicians.

Have You in My Wilderness is also Holter’s most sonically intimate album, with her vocals front and centre in the mix, lifted out of the layers of smeared, hazy effects. The result is striking: clear and vivid, but disarmingly personal.

Previously, Loud City Songs arrived an album of enormous ambition taking inspiration from Collette’s 1944 novella Gigi and using it as a prism through which to explore her relationship with her hometown of Los Angeles and modern life universally, taking cues from the work of Joni Mitchell and the poetry of Frank O’Hara but forging those touch-points into something resolutely unique.

“Sea Calls Me Home” isn’t really a new Julia Holter song: It first appeared on 2010’s Live Recordings (released through NNA Tapes), where its evident magic was buried beneath waves of burbling hiss. Holter floods the L.A. artist’s extraordinary vocals in piercing light, foregrounding her songwriterly qualities—and all the better to evoke her infectious wonder at the ocean’s clarity. Every syllable of the chorus—”I can’t swim! Its lucidity! So clear!”—is a perfect swan dive. Every strand of the accompanying harpsichord trill glimmers like a dewy frond articulated by the breeze, recalling the baroque sparkle of Holter’s sea-gazing California forebears the Beach Boys circa Smile. As a recording, it’s completely ravishing.

So much of Holter’s recent work—“Feel You”, much of 2013’s Loud City Songtakes place in the city, a place of pursuit, missed appointments, and surveillance, where one’s identity must be constantly navigated like unfamiliar streets. “Sea Calls Me Home” is a moment of escape, of casting off social expectations and submitting to the water’s easy, joyful oblivion. Holter captures the familiar relief that every coastal-born person feels when they see the water, of embrace rather than chilly shock: “Wear the fog, I’ll forget the rules I’ve known/ Look in cloud’s mirror/ When the sea calls me home.” Just in case the shore wasn’t far enough in the distance, a wild saxophone blows in to clear it from memory. That boisterous blare aligns it with the avant-garde tag that tends to follow Holter, but there’s no mistaking it: “Sea Calls Me Home” is a miniature pop symphony.

Smoke Season

Smoke Season is the up and coming band that you wish you were in. Jason Rosen is the guitarist that pop music is desperately looking for and Gabrielle Wortman is the sexy front woman that is helping to bring soul back to the forefront of mainstream airwaves and playlists. The band recently performed at Rough Trade in Brooklyn coming all the way from L.A. for the night to give the NYC music scene a little boost on how it’s done, even if it was just for one night. Having steadily released material since their formation in 2012, the duo joined by a drummer took their unique sound to the next level giving a solidly crowded Rough Trade a fantastic show on a Tuesday night. Gabrielle’s vocal power and extremely sexual performance of her style of pop and soul drew everyone’s eyes and ears with her incredible pipes that carry power and range . Her abilities balance perfectly with Rosen’s hazy but diversified style and sound on his guitar that makes up the Smoke Season machine.

 

“You could call this song one of our OG songs” Wortman said with a smirk before going into “Opaque” early on in the set. They proceeded to go into the slow and sexy R&B-based jam “When The Smoke Clears.” The band’s new single “Bees” and “Simmer Down” off their 2014 EP Hot Coals Cold Souls was also on the set list.

One can certainly appreciate their songs, which run a little longer into the four or five minute marks, letting the songs evolve and take their own performance paths rather than rush and make sure they’re fitted for FM pop airplay .

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Today, Los Angeles’s unruly rap-punk twosome Ho99o9 unleash their sophomore EP Horrors of 1999 into the world (via Family). Ho99o9 are hip-hop for people who don’t normally listen to much hip-hop – Gucci Mane fans should probably keep on driving. No, they’re designed more for a rock crowd, not least because their hip-hop rocks. If you’re into hardcore, thrash, speed metal or any kind of coagulation of noise and vocal venom/expectorations of directionless loathing fuelled by guitars and machines, then you shouldn’t be too alienated by Ho99o9’s aggro punk rap. If you’re old and remember any of the “B” boys from the 80s – Black Flag, Big Black, Bad Brains – then you’ll probably feel quite at home in the crowd at a Ho99o9 (pronounced “horror”) gig, even if a Ho99o9 gig does look pretty intimidating and involves flailing limbs and colliding bodies. They have tracks with titles such as Da Blue Nigga from Hellboy, all grumbling electronics and asphyxiated growls.  Their music doesn’t have the hammer-blow effect of DG or the creepy menace of OF, notwithstanding the video accompanying Da Blue Nigga … featuring eyes being gouged out and priests copulating with skeletons. It isn’t quite the crushed collision of beats and electronics offered by Clipping. These self-styled “mutant freax” are a bit more hammy, more Grand Guignol garish and ghastly, more camply “obvious” in their morbid theatricality, with lyrics that rhyme “fuck your politics!” with “apocalypse”.A 6-track run of static riffs, electronic screech, and throaty raps, the raucous project comes with a set of directions. “Play loud and kill yourself thanks to no-fuckin’-body but us,” Turn up the volume and listen and then watch the video for Track 2—”Day Of Vengeance”—if you dare.

Death Valley Girls – “Gettin’ Hard” Live in West Hollywood, CA at the Filth Mart, The name makes you wonder what you might be getting into by playing their music or heading to one of their live show. The simple answer is that you’d better be prepared — to have a good time!

Death Valley Girls aren’t from Death Valley, but being based in Los Angeles they are close enough. And although they are female-fronted, the Girls also counts a couple dudes among their members. Between them they whip up a firestorm of slightly psychedelic, ’60s-leaning, fuzz guitar-laden garage rock, just the kind of thing you’d want to soundtrack a trek through the desert when you’re out of your mind on mescaline. Or just out of your mind with anticipation as you head to the rock club on a Saturday night.

Bonnie Bloomgarden, the lead singer for Death Valley Girls, has a voice that can sound sweet and innocent when she wants it to and while none of the band’s music is rough, it still has a quality about it that conjures up images of girls gone bad, like there’s a stiletto lurking somewhere in those fish net stockings. For sure the music of Death Valley Girls, as exemplified by that found on their current album Street Venom, will hold you at musical knife point. And you won’t mind a bit.

This is the official video of “Crybaby Demon” by Crocodiles taken from their new album BOYS. It’s pretty fitting that Crocodiles decamped to Mexico City for their fifth album Boys,  The entire album sews the dark, synthy Crocodiles themes everybody knows and loves into a colorful quilt of salsa-punk inspired tracks with a whole lot of funky bass. Songs like “Crybaby Demon” and “The Boy Is A Tramp” paint a picture of the fruitful direction the band has decided to take sonically—using salsa and sometimes gypsy-psych elements. The boys do still hold true to their dark roots though, with songs like “Do The Void,” which has the same throbbing drum, night-time-driving-track feel that 2010’s Sleep Forever is known for. According to the band, Boys is “an album for boys and for girls and for boy-girls and mutants, back-alley poets, thieves, space cadets and alien babes, righteous tricksters, sonic deviants, and everything in between.

For some bands music is an imperative, an act of urgency. It’s guttural, primal. Not just in their sound, but in their actions and instincts. And in the true Garage Rock spirit that so infused bands like The Stooges, the Death Valley Girls are all about their actions right down to their most base instincts.

What sounds like their musical ethos, summed up to perfection, actually has nothing to do with music at all. It almost seems as if the band somehow see something of themselves in the skateboarders they have just been watching, and are excitedly telling us about. Even if they don’t realise it themselves. Kindred spirits. And this is a band searching for like minds.  their love for other bands, they talk with utter passion and excitement about bands they have worked with and toured with. Their generosity of spirit, and genuine passion for these artists is compelling and infectious. Other bands would not miss an opportunity like this to self publicise, but for the Death Valley Girls when asked about music, they can’t help do anything except be honest.

Check out their recent single “Electric High”, they drive straight through you, right to where the excitement is.

They are working as hard as any band out there. Touring constantly and releasing single after single. Coming straight to SXSW from a tour with their favourite band of the moment, Wand. And leaving SXSW to release and single and go almost straight back on the road with Australian duo Palmer Gooch. It seems like an old fashioned approach to making music,

 

Death Valley Girls

 

MR.ELEVATOR & THE BRAIN HOTEL – Nico from Nico & Her Psychedelic Subconscious

 

 

 

 

Stones Play ‘Sticky Fingers’ In Full

The Rolling Stones performed the entire “Sticky Fingers” album in a surprise show last night (Wednesday) at the Fonda Theatre in Los Angeles. The performance came just ahead of the band’s opening night this Sunday (24th) on the 15-city ‘ZIP CODE’ tour of North America, at Petco Park in San Diego, and the June 8/9 reissue of the classic 1971 album. Very few bands have a better opening number than “Start Me Up” and yet the Rolling Stones do not always open with it, which is probably why it sounds so great when they do. ‘When The Whip Comes Down’ and ‘All Down the Line’ follow in quick succession. What becomes clear very early is that Ronnie Wood is on fire, especially with his slide and blues feel for the songs. As the atmosphere builds it is time for what everyone in the audience is waiting for a classic album played in full “Sticky Fingers” in its entirety.

 

Fonda Theater
Now, given that the album opens with ‘Brown Sugar’ it would perhaps be foolish to play it at this point in the set. The Stones have always been masters in pacing a show and tonight was no exception. Mick later joked that they were playing the album in the running order of the original 8-track cartridge tape; they were not, but no one cared. They begin instead with ‘Sway’, a song that has only been performed live in the 21st century. It’s followed by ‘Dead Flowers’ which has been in and out of Stones set lists since 1970, and it was totally in the groove. While not played as often on tour as ‘Dead Flowers’, ‘Wild Horses’ has often been included in the set in recent times and it was another wonderful performance of a genuine Stones classic. It’s the subtle lighter songs like ‘Dead Flowers’ and ‘Wild Horses’ that take on epic proportions and the same can be said for ‘Sister Morphine’.

‘Sister Morphine’ debuted on the Bridges to Babylon tour but has not been played since and it was another highlight, a song that no other band could do justice to…light and shade is what the Stones are about these days, and this is the very embodiment of that notion. Even more so, their cover of Mississippi Fred McDowell’s ‘You Gotta Move’. With Keith on 12-string this is quintessential Rolling Stones, reminding everyone that it’s the blues from whence they came and if any band has earned the right to play the blues then it’s the Stones. It was stunning!

‘Bitch’ had Keith wringing every last ounce of magic from one of his most underrated riffs. It’s followed by yet another riff par excellence, ‘Can’t You Hear Me Knocking,’ which was improvised on the original recording and the Stones duly obliged again last night. ‘I Got the Blues’ was one of the ‘growers’ on “Sticky Fingers”, and in the context of last night’s gig this soul classic, redolent of Stax at its best, worked big time; it’s been called a hidden gem, and it is. The original album’s closer was ‘Moonlight Mile and it was the penultimate track of the Sticky Fingers section of the show and Mick captured the feeling of the original perfectly.

And then it was time for ‘Brown Sugar’, a song that has rarely been absent from a Stones’ live gig since it was recorded in December 1969 at Muscle Shoals. It is what the Stones are all about – riffs, brilliant lyrics, and the ability to conjure up atmosphere in a way that makes you think this is a relatively new song being played with all the enthusiasm that new songs seem to bring forth. The Rolling Stones are rock royalty, they are the greatest rock and roll band in the world, and last night they once again proved why – because you need to be passionate about what you do to be believable and no other band can conjure forth the mixture of passion laced with 50 years of experience like they can.

The encore has a few surprises with a doff of the hat to the late great BB King with ‘Rock Me Baby’ before finishing with ‘Jumpin’ Jack Flash’ and a barnstorming ending to the night with Otis Redding’s ‘Can’t Turn Me Loose’.

Last night, the Rolling Stones played a special surprise show at the Fonda Theatre in Los Angeles, with a one-time only set featuring the original “Sticky Fingers” album in its entirety with added  additional Rolling Stones hits.The intimate performance was a celebration of the June 9th re-issue of the “Sticky Fingers” album, one of the most revered albums in the band’s storied catalog, the 1971 classic features timeless tracks such as ‘Brown Sugar,’ ‘Wild Horses,’ ‘Bitch,’ ‘Sister Morphine’ and ‘Dead Flowers’. The Rolling Stones will kick off their 15-city North American ZIP CODE Tour at Petco Park in San Diego on Sunday, May 24.

SET LIST

Start Me Up,
When The Whip Comes Down,
All Down The Line,
Sway,
Dead Flowers,
Wild Horses,
Sister Morphine,
You Gotta Move,
Bitch,
Can’t You Hear Me Knocking,
I Got The Blues,
Moonlight Mile,
Brown Sugar,
ENCORE
Rock Me Baby,
Jumpin’ Jack Flash,
Can’t Turn You Loose.

Set list

The audience of just 750 for the LA show featured a stellar array of Stones fans and friends, including Jack Nicholson, Bruce Willis, Harry Styles, Kesha, Andy Garcia, Dave Stewart, Joe Pesci, Ben Harper, Leonard Cohen, Patricia Arquette, Eric Idle, Steven Van Zandt, Don Was, Brian Grazer, Lady Gaga, Miley Cyrus and Georgia May Jagger. It’s one of those nights that people will claim to have attended for many years to come and a worthy addition to the ‘I wish I was there’ list of gigs. What next for the Stones? Mick promised ‘Satanic Majesties’ in jest or perhaps a reality statement…only time will tell.

After San Diego, the ‘ZIP CODE’ tour moves to Columbus, Ohio on May 30, then the Stones play in Minneapolis, Dallas, Atlanta, Orlando, Nashville, Pittsburgh, Milwaukee, Kansas City, Raleigh, Indianapolis, Detroit and Buffalo, and then finishes on July 15 in Quebec.

Rolling Stones “Brown Sugar”…Sticky Fingers Sessions...Outtakes

 

 

“Dirty distorted country, Haunted surf rock, road trip blues and 60’s-sounding psychedelia Imagine Kim Deal influenced by Nirvana rather than the other way around this Los Angeles based band with Images of the Gun Club ‘Fire Of Love’ era and early X Recalls the early ragged glory of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club or the Black Angels”

“Scuzzy dark country minimalism… ghostly lo-fi vocals and Black Angels-sounding psychedelia.

 

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Los Angeles-based bad girl trio L.A. Witch released a new single today, “Kill My Baby Tonight,” off their forthcoming album, to be released later this year. They’re also embarking on a semi National tour, aptly named the Kill My Baby Tour 2015. I am all for a “kill my baby” reference. It reminds me of Bonnie and Clyde gone bad, love overdoses in the Badlands, and rounds of Russian roulette over tears and bottles of bourbon.

Which is kind of what they sound like.

L.A. Witch, consisting of Sade Sanchez on vox/guitar, Irita Pai on bass, and Ellie English on drums, got off to a tricky start. Their original drummer up and left, but that didn’t dissuade them. Once English enrolled in their cool school, the band played any show that would have them (including a show at What Youth last summer that still haunts our halls in the best way), fine-tuning their now undeniable aesthetic, complete with leather jackets and reverb-drenched chords.

Their sound is a combination of culty surf in the vein of Link Wray, with Sanchez’s riffs slow and steady until that breakdown knocks you off your chair, mixed with drugged-out cowboy twangs and that speckle of rock and roll to keep it all fuzzy and lo-fi. And “Kill My Baby Tonight” is right on that track, which makes me real thirsty for that debut LP – the band released a mini three-track EP last March listen above here.

These chicks know how to play music, especially English, who is one of the best female drummers I’ve heard or seen. She plays loud and fast and hard, harder than you’d think by looking at her sweet face. And Pai, with her miniskirt stance slapping her bass, keeps the rhythm section cinched like a gold chain. Sanchez’ vocals, sultry and powerful and gently gnarled like an emphysema patient, deliver the lyrics without pretense. In “Kill My Baby Tonight,” she pleads, “What am I to do / if I can’t be with you.” And fuck do I feel her.