See ya later Creepscanner

Not that anyone reads this anymore, but I figure I should probably just let those people who e-mail me asking for reups down easy by just cancelling this whole business.  Yes, it was fun laughing at my patheticness and listening to some good tunes, but I honestly haven't downloaded an album in over a year.  I don't care about music blogs anymore.  I'd rather just play my old records and try to avoid any new, horrible shit that's getting the hype these days.  So instead (since I'm not teaching over the summer and need something to do), I've decided to focus my attention on dreams.  Not my dreams (whichever ones of those aren't utterly crushed at this point), but your dreams, as I predict...Your Future Dreams.  Basically, I will spend five minutes a day predicting what you will dream about that night and then crudely render that dream in an illustrated form.  You may find this hard to believe, but I have not drawn a single image since high school (and that was decades ago).  So behold as I reveal the dreams that lie in store for you.  And thanks to those you actually used to read this thing.  I'm sure I'll never hear from you again.

J.O.

Not dead yet...just biding my time

I'll be back once google fiber is connected in my place and I don't have to fuck around with this Time-Warner business anymore.  It's looking like a few weeks and then I'll be 100 times faster than the rest of the globe when it comes to all things internet.  Then I'll fill you in on how I got mugged, then fell in love, and bought an amazing headboard.  And if that list doesn't moisten your panties I'll also post a whole lot more music, assuming that this whole fiber business is as good as it claims to be. 

Until then,
J.O.

Pete Cosey-Thank Your Motherfucking Ass

Hey thanks Viles,  It's nice to know that when a brother is down there's always someone there to kick him  in the dick with some info that he just doesn't want to hear.  Kidding aside, it wasn't until our dear fellow reader shared this news that I was aware of this guitar master's passing.  Typically, I'd avoid any sort of sentimental bullshit, but this dude was legit.  Shredding all over the place like a true motherfucker.  But always with some beatific refined cool that everyone else seemed to lack.  Extra points goes from being a Chicago fella too (and look at how rad he was in the above pic), but seriously, this guy laid down some essential sounds.  This will probably be one of the only write ups I do of dead people.  I actually cried like a baby when Alex Chilton died and didn't write shit.  Maybe that should clue you in to how important Pete was.

Cardiac Arrest-A Bus for a Bus on the Bus 7"

I'm still knee deep in the reup process and figure at this rate it'll take a month or so to get it all back on mediafire.  Shit's slow.  So I figure I might as well post something new in the mean time since I'm sure there's several people being kept alive by the mere chance that they might get to bathe their eyes one last time with some choicely selected words by yours truly.  And I don't want to be responsible for any dead grandparents or suicides.  But speaking of shit, how's your day been?  If it's anything like mine then it's barely worth getting out of bed for.  All of that positive change and goodness I was attempting to force myself into believing I could actually achieve...well, you can forget that shit.  I'm not sure who I'm fooling (some girls and some dummies I suppose (me being the biggest dummy)).  It's kinda like this post.  You probably know them as the Cardiacs.  If you don't know them as the Cardiacs then you need to do some boning up.  So between being Cardiac Arrest and the Cardiacs they continued to be equally as great.  But they didn't try to pull some wholesale change of the formula.  The certainly refined it through later releases but they didn't forget what made them them.  I think that was my mistake.  I know I'm a crabby person that people don't get along with.  My parents are even surprised that I have friends (thanks mom & dad), so why would I believe that I can instantly become this good person?  I think it's a little to late in the game for that whole shell game switch.  But it's not to late for you to get hip to this band and eventually (when they're reuped) check back on all of their other things I've posted.  They've always been some of the most downloaded albums on this site.  And just look at how beautiful and intelligent this audience is, could they possibly be wrong?

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Reups are to commence...now leave me the fuck alone

Yes folks, the title reads correctly.  I am in the process of trying to repost links to all my dead posts.  It feels enough like a graveyard around here so I might as well try to add what people are actually here for (what, you mean you don't like hearing me complain about everything that can possibly be cpomplained about?).  This should amuse the people who pester me daily to repost things even though  I keep saying I am not going to.  But now that I got dumped (big surprise) I've got a lot of time on my hands.  Aside from riding my bike this blog and my cat are about the only things I'm taking any interest in at the moment.  So my loss is your gain.  I suppose that beats sending drunken come on text messages to my boss (yes, I did that too (serious moment of weakness )).  I've already had one of my new posts yanked so don't be an idiot and sit on things like they are somehow permanent.  Most likely, this account will be deleted and I'll have to start once again (hmm...apt metaphor for my life), but until it's finally time to open up my veins I might as well command this shit heap for a while longer.  Reposts will start from the newest dead links (February or January of 2011) and work their way backwards.  And don't be an impatient ass.  I know the album you actually wanted to hear was posted 2 years ago, but this shit takes time.  You should have grabbed it then.  And I'm also planning on slipping in some new posts too.  In the mean time, I wrote up a little thing on Wreck & Reference for this collective web zine thing I'm loosely affiliated with.  Can't say I understand that much of how it works, but it seems like they've got a decent attitude and clearly sophisticated taste demonstrated by them approaching me to write for them.  Check it out here:  http://amour-discipline.org/zine/wreck-reference-3/  I kinda like their little blurb about me too.

John Buck Wilkin-In Search of Food, Clothing, and Sex

If you read the title of this album you know that this guy knew about all that is vital to living.  Is there anything else to add?  Of course not.

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The Triffids-Peel Sessions

I think it might have been in Mojo that I read these guys described as looking like you neighbors but sounding like psychos.  Check the mugs then listen to the tunes and it makes sense.  Really, "Life of Crime" is impossibly essential if you're anything like me and have an aching romantic streak to go on a blunderbuss of violence and lust.  Jeez, how the hell did my favorite song type become the songs of killing sprees and intolerable love?  Am I the only person out there who finds this shit just too romantic and the perfect escape from the tedium of it all?  Hmm...I used to wonder why I was single, I think I have my answer. All that aside, it's a fucking perfect song.  Don't let my own psychotic fantasies ruin it for you.

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Mary Lou Williams-Black Christ of the Andes

Call it jazz, call it spiritual paeans, call it what you will.  This is a must listen if you haven't heard it before and I have zero believe in anything holy or whatnot.  It's all mumbo jumbo to me, yet that doesn't prevent me from giving this a ringing endorsement as a straight up weird record that draws from all the aforementioned types of musics but exists on a plane all by itself.  I'm a little concerned that this will get my mediafire account shut down once again because I see that folkw*ys has a connection here and I know they can be pretty serious about their money grubbing.  So get it while the gettin' is good.  Here's hoping I don't get another mediafire wipe.  But rest assured little one, no matter how many deletions I have to go through Old Uncle Jerry will keep posting things no one wants to hear.  Just don't pester me about the reups.  They're coming in time.

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Thirteen Moons-Origins

Never heard this until recently though it's been around for a long time.  But sometimes I'm snail like when it comes to tracking down music that doesn't necessarily fall into my lap.  Thankfully, I happened upon this band by a chance which I can't even remember how it occurred.  One of those rare fortuitous moments I suppose where change actually doesn't lead to a serious fucking over (but that's my life...).  Sam and other people looking for more good period Talk Talk now have a new band to champion because these Swedes bring jazzy anti-rock depressives that just ooze melancholy in all the best ways.  A million post rock bands didn't hear these guys and somehow made shit that drew from it but then added all these dumb explosions and crashes when none of them were needed at all.  But these guys knew that years before it ever happened.

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De Brassers-En Toen Was Er Niets Meer 7"

Belgium has more to offer than waffles even though that's probably the thing I crave most from that nation.  Sometimes though I crave some really really primitive and emotional (is cathartic the critics' word for that type of thing) music.  These guys provide the goods when that's the mood I'm in.  This cover completely rules and functions as a pretty decent indicator of the type of sounds you're going to here.  For those afternoon daymares and nail biting sessions that leave you with bloody fingers.  I think you know those days, righty frowny?

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Bergen White-For Women Only

If you have a penis, stop reading this post because Ol' Bergen clearly had a specific market in mind when he was recording this platter and it didn't include you.  I'm almost afraid to post this here seeing as how I am one of the lesser sex.  The only problem is that this spot ain't exactly all that happening with the ladies, barring one or two (hi Holly & Rachel).  Okay, I guess some of us more effete dudes can get down with this too since it's actually quite a good album.  Another dollar find that definitely is worth far more than the hundred pennies spent on it.  Maybe us macs can use this is some trumped up seduction scenario.  I just expect a lot of laughs from you special lady when you start pumping this through your stereo.  It really should be titled "For Sad Aging Bastards Only," being as that's the only people who will probably give a shit about it anymore.

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Stomu Yamash'ta-Red Buddha

Here's one for everyone.  If you have spent any time digging through dusty records I'm sure you've seen this guy's name at some point.  Most of the time it's attached to crap and that has unfortunately led this album to become supremely neglected.  As far as I can recall (not going to look it up though) this was a solo affair where Yamash'ta plays a mountain of percussive and electronic instruments.  That might not sound like your slice of pie, but I'll tell ya this one works for many moods.  It's honestly that good.  Not sure what genre obsessives class this as.  Maybe it's new age (don't be scared) or psych or world music.  I really don't care.  Neither should you.

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Th'Inbred-A Family Affair

Believe me.  I lived in West By God Virginia long enough to see plenty of inbreeders.  It might sound like I'm perpetuating a stereotype here but tell me how many time you see 600 lbs plus people?  How many of those fatties have flipper arms and/or other missing limbs?  I think you're starting to see the people I would see.  I'll tell you this, it's a pretty state but the people are far from it.  There was a reason I barely slept with anyone from that state.  You think this picture might be an exaggeration and you'd probably feel correct, however this house (with the same satellite dish) litter the beautiful landscape.  And even with all those uggos giving off their face pollution I still get nostalgic at times.  So here's some of the best punk that state offered.  Can't say they were really knowing for that genre, but this is still a good 'un.  I think I some of these guys are still around Morgantown but I never really cared even though this is a good album.  Oh well.

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We Got a Fuzzbox and We're Gonna Use it-Bostin' Steve Austin

Oh me, oh my...how did this lovely end up in the overly neglected dollar bin?  Maybe this isn't your cuppa, but I'll cop to my fetish for 80s ladies.  Why did they just seem so much more fun?  When did girls just become so dour?  Just look at the photo and tell me when you see girls like this anymore.  You don't.  The again, if you read this blog it's unlikely that you see any girls aside from your mom and porn.  At the risk of sounding like a misogynist, there's tons of girl bands out there now that really wish they could be this good, but, unfortunately they are shit.  To this day, I wonder what  ever became of these ladies.  It's my debilitating laziness that prevents me from typing in the band into google and actually find out.  Some things are better kept as memories.

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Foreign Press-Downpour 12" & Climbing 7"

Back to back double posts?  Yes, something is a bit off with me.  I suppose my recent generosity can all be blamed on a young lass who is attempting to make me a better person.  And why do I roll over and become the little lamb that I now am?  Perhaps it's all because I'm a grey haired fool and meeting a girl weird enough to put up with my shit (she collects unicorns and old nintendo games) makes me willing to get my heart broken again.  So here's one more two fer for yez.  This is another one to file in that category of bands everyone now is trying to sound like but just can't (because they are all shite).  These guys gained some popularity later and even have a New Order connection, but theses are the two to listen to.  Now let's see if I'll be able to give up smoking and my intense road rage.

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Violent Students-S/T & Street Banger E.P.

You might think that from the band name that these are field recordings I made of my students, but it honestly isn't.  Yet, there is definitely a sense of chaos and the threat of physical harm when you listen to these albums that definitely reminds me of walking the halls of my school.  The only difference really is when this shit is bashing your head in there's not a circle of twenty kids surrounding you and filming it all on their cell phones.  There's a Clockcleaner connection here and I think the lady from Blues Control plays on the E.P. (might be, and probably am, wrong about that) so there's some names for ya.  Brainbombs, Butthole Surfers, Drunks with Guns, really trashed 80s weird punk all seem to be the primary influences for this lot.  But then again it might as well be 40 cases of Hamm's and a few ball punches instead.  It's kinda newish (keep in my mind anything music wise that was recorded post mid-90s seems new to me) but that should scare off fellow old creepers.

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Toiling Midgets-Sea of Unrest

I have a bit of an unhealthy obsession with the late Ricky Williams so it's natural that this album will always receive ten gold stars when I hand out the grades.  If you dug the previous posted (and now deleted (thanks mediafire)) Sleepers album I see no reason why this isn't something that you're not gonna pounce on.  I think maybe these guys lost some cool points for lasting more than an album or for some other stupid reason (as stupids are apt to do) but not in my book. I'll still shout to whoever might listen that this is one American band that everyone should know but probably never will.  Pity how people will always choose the chaff before the wheat, but what do you really expect.

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Tax Free

People seemed to dig the Outsiders post from some weeks back.  In its description I mentioned this solo joint Wally Tax made at some point and I figured some people who aren't yet hip to it might want to give it a listen.  And listen you should.  Definitely not as freaked as the Outsiders' work, but nevertheless an album of high quality.  Being back in Chicago for the week, I've been going through my record collection trying to figure out how much shit I want to pull out of storage and haul all the way back to KC.  This was one of the first to go in the take away crates.  Now that I have my vintage stereo set up this will be one of the first records to be given a spin.  And as I mentioned before John Cale was involved with this record.  That might be enough for some of yous to nab this.

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Zippo Zetterlink-In the Poor Sun

Hard to find Krautrock gem that laid hidden under the detritus for far too long.  Typically, archeological digs of this sort turn up petrified shit, yet those fossil feces always seem to get a reissue and a buncha hype.  I cannot even list how many “lost classics” are just garbage that settled on the bottom and should have been left there. Just because it’s old doesn’t mean it’s good.  It just means that it’s better than the crap that currently exists.  When looking at that “long lost” ratio it’s obviously that you’re looking at something akin to a batting average of a hitter with two broken wrists.  Good think this album is actually worth the effort.  Zooed out heavy vibes that seem to seep out of a dank Hamburg cellar.  Naturlich, this was self-released effort.

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Zal Yanovsky-Alive and Well in Argentina

I do truly love the Lovin’ Spoonful, but I’ll admit that hearing that fucking “Welcome Back Kotter” theme song really makes me never want to listen to John Sebastian again.  But I never really thought he was what the Spoonful was about anyways because the band was full of so much talent.  Here’s just one example of someone branching out from the group but not really getting the credit he deserves.  It’s a musically diverse affair to which Yanovsky brings his typically great guitar playing and oddball sense of whimsy and humor.  For some reason this also seems kind of hard for me to locate when searching for copies.  What gives?  I thought this would be clogging the dollar bins with all the other Spoonful stuff.  And unless you’re a dummy you’ve already bought all of those.  Add this to the collection as well.  And mail me copies of a sealed original.

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X-Live at the Civic '79

Years ago before this blog was long in the tooth, I asked an old buddy if there was anything he thought I should post.  Seeing as I had no clue about what the kids are into (still don’t care really), I thought it might be useful to talk to someone, unlike me, who talks to other things besides his cat.  And this was one of his suggestions.  I’m guessing that the rise of that current crop of Aussie bands makes this a seminal document (I’m only starting to discover all these newish bands that are actually worth listening to and feel stupid for having ignored them for so long).  The Saints, the Birthday Party, Lubricated Goat, the Scientists, Radio Birdman, etc. probably all get a bit more press than these fellas but they are just as essential.  Good call Ryan.

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Wolfie-Awful Mess Mystery

Might catch some shit for this one, but I could give a fig.  I loved this when it came out and I still stand by it.  Sure it’s cutesy and the vocals can be cloying but it is a fun summer record that’s the perfect length (probably less than half an hour).  I have this dreadful feeling that this summer will be unbearably hot (anything about 75 is too hot for me) so I figure I might as well roll out the summer tunes before it starts to really blaze.  I hate to be so superficial and give bonus points for cute band members and all, but I seem to recall their keyboard player/co-singer as being quite a doll.  Shit, I’m shallow.  Anyways, this is for the people in the mood for good pop.  And there ain’t nutthin’ wrong with that.

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Larry Wallis-Polic Car b/w On Parole 7"

One of the all-time coolest, hands down.  Shagrat, Pink Fairies, Blodwyn Pig, UFO, Motorhead—all names you should know and love.  Later period work with the Redbyrds and solo are equally as vital, so don’t let some idiot tell you otherwise.  Just about anything this guy’s guitar has graced is worth owning.  Psych, punk, metal and everything in between all fall under this guy’s purview.  One of the most important guitarists in the last fifty years.  You should know this man.  If not, time to wise up boyo.

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Thug-Electric Woolly Mammoth

I see thugs every day.  Like my students who get “misunderstood” tattooed on their forearm.  Or “laugh now, cry later” on their biceps.  And you have to love the ubiquitous angel tattoo on the neck (with someone’s birth/death dates, of course).  These are my students.  I don’t judge.  I have tattoos too.  But I know some of these kids live the real thug life.  Hell, I’ve even had a few offer to beat people up for me or get me some stolen goods.  This isn’t that type of thug, although there is a certain sense of brutality to some of their sounds.  It’s another Australian gem.  Everything I’ve read about this band (which is not all that much) seems to mention the same three bands as points of comparison.  Let’s just say that seem extra Lay Zee.  And I should know since I’m quite a lazy sod these days.  If you want to know who those three bands are I suppose you can let your fingers do the walking and find out on your own.  I think it’s better even yet to just give it a listen.  And I don’t really think any of those comparisons are that accurate anyways.  People, how many things actually sound like Captain Beefheart?

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Television

Old bands reuniting are always a dicey endeavor.  I’m sure that nearly everyone has been burned by the dream reunion of that band you were a little too young to see at the time and have fetishized to the point that you even considered getting a tattoo of their logo somewhere on your person.  Then you see the show.  You see how they look like a bunch of balding dads.  You rejoice that you didn’t get that tattoo while simultaneously wondering if your favorite group had been replaced by team pinch hitting from the geriatrics ward.  This happens far too often as bands never seem to learn that reunions are undoubtedly a risky move that often fails to deliver.  Unless you’re talking about delivering some grimaces, which, in that case, some of these bands are hauling a truckload.  So what does this all say about this reunion disc.  Can it possibly live up to the accolades bestowed upon their landmark Marquee Moon?  Can it capture all their intensity of those early bootlegs?  No.  No to both.  But that doesn’t mean that this album, which too often gets sneered at, doesn’t have its attractive qualities.  It might be a bit sere and academic at times.  I’ll grant the complainers that much, but when considering how badly this could have gone we should just be thankful that we have one more Television album to add to their slim catalog.

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