Friday, July 26, 2024

Vintage Review: Jet Black Factory’s House Blessing (1990)

Jet Black Factory’s House Blessing

Nobody was watching, even though it should have come as no surprise. While everyone was involved with, and enthralled by, a dozen and one other bands, Nashville’s Jet Black Factory quietly became one of the more creative forces to be found in the city. On the heels of two successful and widely acclaimed EPs, House Blessing is Jet Black Factory’s first full-length album and their most mature and engaging creative effort to date.

Dave Willie’s voice has grown into a magnificent instrument; dark, haunting vocals caressing the somber, oblique poetry that is the band’s lyrical forte. Bob German’s six string work perfectly compliments the material while the remainder of the band skillfully manipulates the texture and tone of the material. Treading a stylistic ground which owes as much to the Velvet Underground as it does Joy Division or R.E.M., Jet Black Factory has delivered a debut LP, of sorts, which is sure to make the coastal trend-setters sit up and take notice. (391 Records, released 1990)

Review originally published by The Metro, April 1990  

Jet Black Factory House Blessing album ad


Monday, July 22, 2024

Vintage Review: Jet Black Factory’s duality (1988)

Don’t ask me why I like this band. I can’t figure it out. I hate this kind of stuff: the dark vocals of those suicidal Goth-rockers, the jangly guitars of every band south of the Mason-Dixon line who bought their local R.E.M. franchise. It’s all too bloody serious. Just give me some Chuck Berry riffs and a couple of “na-na’s” and I’ll go home, thank you.

But these guys are different. Dave Willie’s hoarse, brooding vocals have an energy that keeps them from getting mired in Goth-muck. Bob German’s guitar vocabulary isn’t limited to wimpoid jingle-jangles. He is perfectly capable of snarling, and knows when nothing short of a wall of sound will do. Jim Dye and Dave Jones form a taut and understated rhythm section. Though there’s nothing here with the driving force of “Water’s Edge,” from JBF’s last effort, songs like “Interstate and Speed” present dreamlike images in a swirling vortex of guitars and urgent vocals.

Producer Mike Poole deserves mention, for this six-song EP is as well-crafted as anything the big boys put out. Somebody ought to give him a zillion dollars so he can get about the business of saving rock & roll from itself. So roll over, Chuck Berry, and tell NRBQ the news, ‘cause this one’s going to be on my turntable for a while. (391 Records, released 1988)

Review originally published by The Metro, 1988



Friday, July 19, 2024

Vintage Review: Steve Earle & the Dukes’ The Hard Way (1990)

Steve Earle & the Dukes’ The Hard Way
With Springsteen on hiatus, Seger over the hill, and Mellencamp off making movies, Steve Earle seems to have taken up the mantle of the “working man’s” champion with a vengeance. Earle’s songwriting skills have never been sharper than here on The Hard Way, his brilliant follow-up to the impressive Copperhead Road album.

Earle’s lyrics are tougher and leaner and sharper than ever before, his music tight, dark, and rocking. Earle has peopled this album with characters as disturbing, troubled, and real as Springsteen’s Nebraska, documenting their trials and tears on record with a skill and grace the equal of any songwriter. If John Hiatt is the South’s poet laureate of song, then Earle must surely be his darker counterpart, the troubled troubadour, romantic at heart, forever destined to walk down the other side of the tracks and chronicle the life he sees there. (MCA Records, released July 1st, 1990)

Review originally published by The Metro, September 1990

Monday, July 15, 2024

Zines: House O' Pain photo gallery

If House O’ Pain wasn’t Nashville’s first ‘punkzine’, well, it was certainly the Music City’s best and most widely-distributing. Published by Donnie and April Kendall and friends – who also promoted the trailblazing “Migraine Matinee” shows at local clubs, bringing invaluable experience and exposure to Nashville’s rock underground – House O’ Pain expanded into a record label, releasing a number of great singles throughout the 1990s.

I long ago donated my copies of House O’ Pain to the music archives at Bowling Green State University in Ohio, one of the largest such collections in the world. But I kept scanned copies of a number of issues, enough to take a look back at the zine with this photo gallery…

 
Nashville's House O' Pain zine, issue #8
 
Nashville's House O' Pain zine, issue #9

Nashville's House O' Pain zine, issue #10

Nashville's House O' Pain record label ad

Friday, July 12, 2024

Vintage Review: Los Straitjackets’ The Utterly Fantastic and Totally Believable Sound of Los Straitjackets (1995)

Los Straitjackets’ The Utterly Fantastic and Totally Believable Sound of Los Straitjackets
Oh boy, did the movie Pulp Fiction really start something, as a hundred and one surf guitar-oriented instrumental bands have begun to litter the musical landscape with commercial and critical expectations. None of these wanna-be pretenders, however, can hold a candle to the awesome flame that is Nashville’s very own Los Straitjackets.

Los Straitjackets – the fantastic foursome of Danny Amis, Eddie Angel, E. Scott Esbeck, and L.J. Lester, mysteriously clad in colorful Mexican wrestler's masks – kick out a fresh, hard-rocking, toe-tapping collection of fourteen guitar-driven instrumentals on The Utterly Fantastic and Totally Believable Sound of Los Straitjackets. The guys throw everything into the pot, with musical influences as diverse as Dick Dale-inspired surf guitar and cheesy seventies-styled mondo movie soundtracks to jazzy lounge music and fifties retro-rockabilly.

The resulting effort is showcased on cuts like the dark, foreboding “G-Man,” the rollicking chaos of “Rampage,” or the bumble-bee, machine-gun staccato of “Tailspin.” If you're looking for something new, get your kicks with The Utterly Fantastic and Totally Believable Sound of Los Straitjackets. You'll be glad that you did! (Upstart Records, released March 1995)

Monday, July 8, 2024

Vintage Review: Robert Jetton’s Rockin’ Ranchero (1988)

Robert Jetton & the Rockin' Rancheros

Take Robert Jetton’s Rockin’ Ranchero f’instance…if what you crave is well-produced, spirited rock & roll (with a heavy dose o’ country funk tossed in for good measure), then this is the recording for you, bunkie. Opening up with an excellent cover of Lowell George’s Little Feat classic, “Easy To Slip,” Jetton smoothly moves into a tasty Tim Krekel tune, “It’s Only Love,” delivering it with appropriately bittersweet vocals and pleasantly subdued instrumentation. A guitar-heavy, Creedence-inspired rocker, “Little Troublemaker,” kicks in, adding a bit of balance; rolling into the grand finale, a Jetton original titled “Once In Love,” a rockabilly-tinged honky-tonker that’ll get the adrenalin flowing an’ those toes-a-tappin’. An artist mining a rich and diverse talent, Jetton is a fellow to keep your eyes (and ears) on in the future. (New Bohemian Records)

Review originally published by The Metro, 1988

Robert Jetton & the Rockin Rancheros show poster

 

Friday, July 5, 2024

Mark Germino Remembered

Mark Germino's Rank & File
Singer, songwriter, and poet Mark Germino passed away this week after a tragic accident. As an artist, he released four critically-acclaimed solo albums circa 1986-95 as well as an acclaimed 1991 album recorded with Nashville rockers the Sluggers. Germino pursued a sound that was part folk, part country, and part rock n’ roll, and although his smallish catalog of music never found a wider audience, he was a well-respected Nashville wordsmith, with songs recorded by artists like Vince Gill, Johnny Cash, Loretta Lynn, John Anderson, and Kenny Chesney, among others.

I didn’t know Mark all that well, but we hung out a bit in Nashville in the early ‘90s. Introduced to Germino by the late, great Jack Emerson of Praxis International (Jack managed Jason & the Scorchers and Webb Wilder, among other artists), I saw him perform a couple of times and was suitably impressed. Germino’s handful of albums are criminally underrated, and a recent campaign towards “rediscovery” of this worthy had begun before his death. Below are comments from Mark’s entry in my 2012 book The Other Side of Nashville, a history of the Music City rock scene (in italics) along with current reflections on the artist.

Mark Germino – The Other Side of Nashville


Mark Germino moved to Nashville from North Carolina around 1974 and quickly fell in with the street poetry/alt-songwriter crowd that included talents like Steve Earle, Kevin Welch, John Allingham, Dave Olney, and Tom House. Germino began turning his carefully-constructed and verbose poetry into carefully-constructed and verbose songs, and began playing clubs at night while driving a truck during the day.

Germino scored a publishing deal in 1980 and while few mainstream Music Row hacks had the cajónes to actually record a Germino song, a few visionaries like Johnny Cash, Emmylou Harris, and Vince Gill did so. Germino landed his label deal mid-decade after Earle had opened the door for the first wave of alt-country artists.


Germino’s deal with RCA Records resulted in the release of a pair of pretty decent albums – 1986’s London Moon & Barnyard Remedies and the following year’s Caught In the Act of Being Ourselves. Neither album gained any traction with country radio, mostly because Germino was too original, too eccentric, and too wordy to pen three-minute chart hits. Shunned by Music Row, Germino hooked up with some guys from similar poet Tim Krekel’s band, the Sluggers, and delivered the stunning 1991 album Radartown…  

Radartown is the culmination of Germino’s better than 15 years of hard work, struggle, and flirtations with stardom, a near-perfect collection of working-class blues backed by one of Nashville’s best band of veteran rockers. The original “Rex Bob Lowenstein” from 1987 had earned Germino a European following and a short-lived chart position in the U.K. Here the song takes on a brilliant anarchic quality that appeals to the outlaw mentality, while tunes like “Radartown” and “Unionville” are blue collar odes to hard times. Germino’s smart story-songs, like “Leroy and Bo’s Totalitarian Showdown” display both his talent and wry sense of humor. Altogether, Radartown is one of the best rock ‘n’ roll albums to ever come from the mean streets of the Music City.

Sadly, Radartown fell on deaf ears as major label A&R drones were then hovering over Seattle and the Pacific Northwest looking for the next Nirvana or Soundgarden, not a scrappy pugilist poet from Nashville, of all places. Tom Petty may have written about “The Last DJ,” but Germino’s “Rex Bob Lowenstein” is a more powerful expression of the same theme, something that Mark must have agreed with as he recorded three different versions of the song, all excellent! When Radartown failed to find a greater audience, Germino went back to his roots and recorded 1995’s acoustic Rank & File for Nashville indie label Winter Harvest, part of an impressive roster of artists that included Steve Earle, Mickey Newbury, Mac Gayden, Jonell Mosser, and John Kay (Steppenwolf).  

In between the release of his final RCA album, Caught In the Act of Being Ourselves in ‘87 and the release of the indie label gem Rank & File in 1995, Germino hooked up for a few years with the Sluggers for an album of real poop-punting rock ‘n’ roll music. This one is a fine acoustic set with Germino’s typically well-written, intelligent, and erudite songs that evince more humor than a stage full o’ drunken stand-up comedians. The album also has the third – count ‘em! – third version of Germino’s wonderful “Rex Bob Lowenstein.” After this one, Germino disappeared for over six years, turning his back on music, and writing three novels. He has since come back and is touring with his unique country/rock/folk sound.

Germino returned to the studio in 2021 to record Midnight Carnival for Red Parlor Records, an Americana label which has released wonderful albums by artists like Carla Olson, Dave Olney, Chris Whitley, Charlie Karp, and Eric Lindell, among others. Germino was enlisted by some old friends like guitarist Kenny Vaughan, bassist Tom Comet from the Sluggers, drummer Rick Lonow, and multi-instrumentalist Michael Webb to come down to Southern Grand Studios in Nashville to record Midnight Carnival, and the album is every bit as good as the contributors’ pedigrees suggest it would be.

There’s a long-lost Mark Germino album, recorded sometime during the ‘90s and distributed by the artist to his friends. Credited to “Mark Germino and the Grenade Angels,” the studio line-up included talents like guitarists Will Kimbrough and Rick Plant, bassist Todd Ellsworth, drummers Craig Wright and Willis Bailey (from the Sluggers), and the aforementioned Michael Webb, who co-produced the album with Germino. The resulting album – Atomic Candlestick – never received official release, ‘though there’s still hope as it seems that copies of the long out-of-print Rank & File are being bootlegged and available online.

Mark Germino was a unique and exceptionally gifted songwriter and performer in a vein similar to John Prine and Ray Wylie Hubbard, and although he provided songs and inspiration to a number of country artists in the 1990s and 2000s, he never got the industry attention and accolades he deserved.     

Find out more about Mark Germino & his music at:
https://www.markgermino.com/

Vintage Review: Mark Germino & the Sluggers' Radartown (1991)

Mark Germino & the Sluggers' Radartown
Here is a perfect example of the whole being much more than the parts. I always found the Sluggers to be a solid band; the addition of rock poet Germino, however, creates something else entirely: a critical and commercial contender. Germino’s songwriting skills are the equal of any high-priced wordsmith in the Music City, his entertaining and thought-provoking story-songs drawing on the country and folk storytelling traditions to build a true rock ‘n’ roll legacy.

The Sluggers rock harder here than I’ve ever heard them. Radartown would appeal to fans of the Springsteen/Petty/Mellencamp school while holding its own with the brash young guitar bands of the college radio circuit. (P.S. The CD gives you a bonus, the hilariously funny, biting satire of “Rex Bob Lowenstein,” the best song about the airwaves since “Radio Radio”…check it out!) (review originally published by Radical Pizza zine, 1991)

Monday, July 1, 2024

Memories: Lollapalooza Festival 1993

Lollapalooza 1993

The World Wide Web was just in its infancy in 1993, so venues for online publishing were limited for a cheeky bastard such as myself. My R.A.D! (Review and Discussion of Rock 'n' Roll) was one of the first online music zines, published in Usenet news groups like alt.zines and alt.music.alternative and downloaded through FTP sites like the University of Michigan. Digging into my archives, I found this "review" of the 1993 Lollapalooza Festival in Nashville:

"Well, the infamous Lollapalooza tour hit the "Music City" yesterday (June 6th) and, like most things here in Nashville, the "Bible Belt" mentality caused trouble...

Before the show began, officers of the Metro Nashville Police Dept. messed with the Cannabis Action Network booth (located in the Village), forcing them to all but shut down. Claiming that the C.A.N. folks were distributing "materials" which promoted drug use (what kind of materials? their flyers? of course, Metro cops have never heard of the 1st amendment!), making them remove unnamed items from their booth...

Later, one of the vendors in the Village was displaying a sticker which said "Fuck The D.E.A.!" which Starwood Amphitheatre claimed was obscene and made the vendor remove from his booth. After he replaced it, Starwood security evidently got a little "stern" with the guy, claiming that the word "fuck" wasn't in line with Starwood's "image" as a family kinda place (this coming from a 15,000 seat open-air arena which schedules drunken redneck orgies every summer with Hank, Jr. and Jimmy Buffett shows...and a year or two ago, a drunken redneck killed his wife in the parking lot after a Judas Priest show!).

The result was that a lot of people were buying the guy's stickers and giving them away, while others were sticking them to their bodies and dancing around the venue. The other Village vendors got upset about the treatment given the two booths and also got up in arms, which caused Starwood security to loosen up a bit and let the fans actually have a good time (Starwood is notorious for messing with concert goers).

The show came off without a hitch, with Arrested Development, Fishbone and Dinosaur Jr. being the crowd's favorite acts for the night. My own personal faves were Babes In Toyland and Arrested Development...

It's business per usual in Nashville when a large "counter culture" event like Lollapalooza (and I won't argue that statement here) is harassed by the local militia. Only in the Bible Belt... "