When the
Buzzcocks (specifically the songwriting nucleus of
Steve Diggle and the recently departed
Pete Shelley) reconnected in 1989 after a nine year-long breakup, the band already boasted roughly 50 songs from their initial 1976-80 run. And not just
any 50 tunes, but some of the most distinctive, nervy and enduring in the history of British punk and power pop, including "What Do I Get," "Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn't 've)," and "Harmony in My Head," among copious others. If three near-perfect albums from this era (
Love Bites, Another Music in a Different Kitchen and
A Different Kind of Tension) alone weren't enough, The Buzzcock's legendary first blush of 45s were of such caliber and consistency the compilation they were assembled into (1979's
Singles Going Steady) is often referenced/revered more than their proper LPs. In short, when they resumed doing live gigs in '89 (upon adopting a new rhythm section) they could have sold out rooms and concert halls for years and decades to come strictly on the strength of their back catalog. And to large extent, Buzzcocks concerts from this era forward contained numerous, highly in-demand standards from yesteryear. However, between 1993 and 2014 they managed to pump out
six brand new studio records, literally tripling their album discography in the process. To boot, almost all of them produced accompanying singles. Cherry Red's leave-no-stone-unturned eight disk
Sell You Everything box collects all half-a-dozen of these later records, along with every single, solitary b-side, plus outtakes and some surprisingly intimate home demos from the Diggle/Shelley archives.
With a new lineup cemented in place by 1992 entailing new bass-wrangler
Tony Barber and drummer
Phil Barker, the band's much belated fourth record
Trade Test Transmissions followed a year later. Before I delve into that one, I should point out the Buzzcocks began recording in earnest in late 1990, namely at Drome Studios in their native Manchester, where they laid down over a dozen demos. Online bootlegs of these tracks have been circulating for ages, but on
Sell You Everything, Cherry Red prefaces the band's proper mach II albums with
The 1991 Demo Album (also
available separately on vinyl). Perhaps not as rambunctious or even as sassy as their first incarnation, the Buzzcocks were still plenty spry with a more expansive sonic aptitude to boot. A handful of songs from the 1991 sessions were soon re-cut for an ep,
Alive Tonight, that followed later in '91, while others would be-recorded for future albums, but there's approximately half a dozen tunes from the Drone Studios sessions that were accounted for exclusively here, including the groove-laden, proto Brit-pop experiment "Tranquilizer," and Steve Diggle's immensely melodic "Searching for Your Love." The bonus portion of the disk is comprised of the aforementioned
Alive Tonight ep, and some preview demos for
Trade Test.
The Drone Studio sessions weren't as representative of the Buzzcocks' comeback LP,
Trade Test Transmissions as one might expect. Instead, the plenty-good and almost return-to-form reunion album slots the band ever so close to their distinctive chainsaw-pop aesthetic of yore, wherein the quartet is rarely encouraged to pump the brakes. Swift slammers like "Energy," "Innocent" and "Last to Know" have the telltale tincture of classic Buzzcocks, and Diggle's comparatively subdued "Isolation" and lusciously catchy "When Love Turns Around" work wonders amidst the band's slightly modified doctrine.
TTT is one of those rare reunion ventures that's actually worth the decade-and-a-half long wait. As if fifteen album tracks weren't enough, this reissue tacks on all the contemporary b-sides, and some wholly unreleased titles courtesy of Steve Diggle's clutch of home demos.
All Set followed a comparatively mere three years later in '96, and didn't futz much with the prior album's overarching tenets. True, Shelley's prose isn't as biting or provocative as it was in say, 1978, but the energy quotient remains sufficiently intact on "Totally From the Heart" and "Your Love," while "Kiss 'n Tell" makes some subtle but gradual concessions to '90s sonic proprieties without encroaching into anything grungy. 1999's
Modern on the other hand, if not an entirely different kind of
tension was a certainly a different kind of
album, wherein the Buzzcocks cautiously partook in some experimentation. They vaguely channel their inner Gary Numan on the synth-tweaked "Soul On a Rock" and "Stranger in Your Town." Despite demonstrating they're ready to graduate to the twenty-first century there's still your daily allotment of power chords to be imbibed on Modern - just don't expect anything as inspired as the band's two preceding records. A fairly straightforward spin on the Small Faces "Here Comes the Nice," and a chilled out acoustic piece, "Autumn Stone" (the latter credited to
Steve's Buzz, are bonus-ized.
I'm not sure if it was in response to mixed reactions to
Modern or if the band was try to compete with all the competition they had spawned over the ensuing decades, but 2003's
self-titled effort is the most obvious attempt the Buzzcocks ever made to sound
punk, save perhaps for the band's initial 1976 recordings (
Spiral Scratch anyone?) when original co-frontman
Howard Devoto was still part and parcel of the lineup. Vigorous isn't merely a watchword here's it's the band's full throated modus operandi on the positively rampaging "Jerk," and "Driving You Insane," among others. Speaking of Mr. Devoto, a song he co-wrote with Pete Shelley way back when, "Lester Sands" is revisited to appropriate effect here (you can hear the original version on the Buzzcock's
Time's Up compilation of pre-record deal demos. As with
Modern, only a handful of bonus tracks on this one, the most revelatory being a live version of
...Tension's spunky "Paradise," an exceedingly scarce song to crop up on the band's setlists despite it being one of their finest.
full-bore
As is frequently the case with bands who've enjoyed a lengthier than expected reunion, even veteran punk bands can sound a bit routine going into their eighth record. Not that the Buzzcocks overstayed their welcome, but by 2006's
Flat-Pack Philosophy a bit of a holding pattern had set. No histrionic highs or crashing lows, just another steady and sturdy pallet of Shelley/Diggle compositions that were a welcome listen to fans of their more recent albums - but not exactly a godsend either. There was a disproportionately generous portion of
FPP b-sides, all eight of which are graciously appended.
When
A Different Compilation came out, I automatically mistook it for yet another best-of collection. While it
is chock full of hits, this 2011 double LP length release was the Buzzcocks covering...themselves - and to outstanding effect. They certainly weren't the first band to play this sometime cliched card, but their new paint job applied far more grit than polish. With raw passion and renewed energy they bowl through all the standards you'd expect them to - "Fast Cars," "What Do I Get," "Whatever Happened To?," "I Don't Know What to Do With My Life," and naturally, the immortal "Orgasm Addict." And they don't just do justice to the classics, but also inspired and more recent material like "Alive Tonight" and "When Love Turns Around You."
...Compilation caps off with an extra deep-cut off of
Love Bites, "Love is Lies" than even I almost forgot about.
When the band recorded their ninth studio LP,
The Way, I'm not sure if they intended for it to be their last, but in all likelihood it is (though from what I understand Steve Diggle is carrying on under the Buzzcocks banner for the time being). The crowd-sourced album in question came a good 35 years after the last album with their original lineup,
A Different Kind of Tension, was recorded, so naturally the guys didn't sound quite the way longtime adherents remember them. A little more grizzled, and not quite as sardonic, the crew still has teeth, and occasionally turn in a gem or three. "In the Back" features another phenomenal Diggle chorus hook, proving once again he was the Townsend to Pete Shelley's Daltrey. And speaking of Pete, his most gratifying contribution here is technically a bonus cut, the true-to-form "Disappointment." Not a bad way to go out, which sadly for him and the rest of the world was quite suddenly on December 6, 2018. Rest in peace and pop.
Housed in a sturdy and handsome cardboard case,
Sell You Everything is available exclusively on CD from
Cherry Red Records, or in the States and elsewhere on
Amazon plus the usual spate of online retailers for a remarkably reasonable price. Buzzcocks die-hards may have a good 80% of this already, but the supplemental material and sharp packaging should accelerate this collection to the top of your want-lists.
From 1989. A relatively common one this week. Then again, this quartet's prior album was so lackluster and uninspired, many of you likely gave up on them. Hope this will be new to some of you, because this "comeback" record was fairly on par with their first three.
I can't profess to know what a "Glory Box" precisely is, but if someone were to place this record in a carton of some sort and hand it off to me I'd say, "Yeah, this is pretty damn glorious." I wasn't necessarily opining that about the lead-in track, "Cut" which starts Donkey's proceedings a tad on the slow side, but this five songer (created by five guys, ironically) quickly gains steam thereafter showcasing this Aussie unit's penchant for serrated and mildly droney indie guitar rock that happens to remind me of their UK counterparts the Family Cat, and to a much lesser extent the Straitjacket Fits. Donkey reveals itself to be more stimulating with each succeeding song, a rare phenomenon in itself. So much so that by the time you hit "Regrets" and "Aarr"occupying side two you'll find yourself craving more...but five tunes are all we're allotted. A full length, Fudgeland followed in 1991, and a generous spate of singles and EPs surrounded it as well.
This isn't the first Spoon related post I've done, but it could be the last considering there isn't a whole lot to plunder that's not available through commercial means (iTunes, Amazon, etc). At any rate this one is a curiosity, albeit a very inconsistent one at that. Drake Tungsten was an assumed recording (and possibly performing) alias for Spoon money-shot Britt Daniel. The cassette-only Clocking Out... is a 17 cut mish-mash of lo-fi recordings, with the only element keeping the whole thing from completely careening off the rails is the fact that there are discernible track separations. The finest moment we're offered is one which quite a few Spoon fans have abundant familiarity with, namely a well rehearsed demo for "All the Negatives Have Been Destroyed," which is the only thing here that wound it's way onto Spoon's primo Telephono debut LP. "I Could Be Underground" was eventually recorded as a b-side, and the version here isn't exactly striking. There are some meagerly pieced together covers including Wing's "Let Me Roll It," The Pixies "Do the Manta Ray," and a hushed reading of The Cure's "Secrets." The dynamic "Dismember" is one of the more notable originals here, while the remainder of the tape veers between tolerable and sheer dross. You have been warned. I don't own an original copy of this, so a hearty thanks to whomever digitized it for us.
I just missed the fifteen year anniversary of this one by a couple weeks, darn it. Anyway, this may have been my favorite album of 2005, and possibly in my top five for the decade.
When the Buzzcocks (specifically the songwriting nucleus of Steve Diggle and the recently departed Pete Shelley) reconnected in 1989 after a nine year-long breakup, the band already boasted roughly 50 songs from their initial 1976-80 run. And not just any 50 tunes, but some of the most distinctive, nervy and enduring in the history of British punk and power pop, including "What Do I Get," "Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn't 've)," and "Harmony in My Head," among copious others. If three near-perfect albums from this era (Love Bites, Another Music in a Different Kitchen and A Different Kind of Tension) alone weren't enough, The Buzzcock's legendary first blush of 45s were of such caliber and consistency the compilation they were assembled into (1979's Singles Going Steady) is often referenced/revered more than their proper LPs. In short, when they resumed doing live gigs in '89 (upon adopting a new rhythm section) they could have sold out rooms and concert halls for years and decades to come strictly on the strength of their back catalog. And to large extent, Buzzcocks concerts from this era forward contained numerous, highly in-demand standards from yesteryear. However, between 1993 and 2014 they managed to pump out six brand new studio records, literally tripling their album discography in the process. To boot, almost all of them produced accompanying singles. Cherry Red's leave-no-stone-unturned eight disk Sell You Everything box collects all half-a-dozen of these later records, along with every single, solitary b-side, plus outtakes and some surprisingly intimate home demos from the Diggle/Shelley archives. 
Besides token entries on Discogs and YouTube, I'm pretty certain another music blog (now likely defunct) shared files of this one. Evidently I was impressed enough to seek out a copy of my own, a sealed one at that. The Lifers were one of many San Francisco treats from the Reagan-era that I've parceled out cyberspace to in recent years, but this is one of the ones I'm proudest to present. Why? Because this is downright, red smokin' hot post-punk just the way I love it. Sweet, clangy guitars a la Comsat Angels and Pylon mingling with Clay Smiths urgent spoken/sung vocals make This House a more then welcoming musical abode. The Lifers overarching sonic mystique coincidentally resembled a couple of contemporary bands that would advance a similar sound to at least modestly more substantial highs - Middle Class and Rifle Sport. I'm finding satisfaction wherever the needle lands on this one, chilly and insular as it often tends to reveal itself. A wonderful find.
Yet another gem of a disk that I had zero awareness of when it initially hit the racks. Not that it caught fire, or to my knowledge was even released in the States. In fact Clive Langer's stature in his native UK wasn't know primarily on the basis of his namesake, rather his involvement in more renown acts Big in Japan and Deaf School. For the five song I Want the Whole World Langer wasn't one to dig in his "punk" or "wave" heels, but instead opted for a more natural approach. In his case, "natural" was loosely akin to what the Kinks were dispensing around the same time (coincidentally, Langer's vocal aplomb wasn't dissimilar to Ray Davies). Deftly crafted tunes like "Lovely Evening" and "I Know I" are pleasingly sophisticated without resorting to anything pretentious, and are ample proof that the man and his accompanying Boxes boasted considerable talent. A follow-up LP, Splash, surfaced a year later. 
The "myth" of the Beach Boys once long-unreleased SMiLE album loomed larger than the music enshrined in it's grooves, if only because the album wasn't issued in it's entirety until a solid 45 years after the sessions were abandoned in 1967. In fairness however, a good chunk of SMiLE's most crucial selections accumulated a half-hour in the band's career spanning Good Vibrations box in 1993. The Beach Boys main collaborator for the should've been follow-up to Pet Sounds was Van Dyke Parks, a composer/producer by trade for a variety of big and small screen shows. In his role as co-conspirator on the SMiLE sessions, he was also a key songwriter alongside Beach Boy's prime mover and creative backbone Brian Wilson. Stories as to why the album was never fully completed (at least under the Beach Boys banner) are long and legion, but I'll let you investigate that on your own. Roughly thirty years later, in 1995, Wilson and Parks reunited for an album that would be fully realized, Orange Crate Art, which is seeing a thoughtfully padded reissue on it's 25th anniversary.
Before the weekend is over, I'm going to try to get something resembling a full length up, but here's a loooong belated followup to Nyack's 11 Track Player I shared over a decade ago! Almost forgot I had this accompanying ep, featuring "I'm Your Star," one of the highlights from the LP, and three otherwise unavailable b-sides. And b-sides appropriately enough they are given they're the chilled out in yin to 11 Track's distortion soaked power pop yang. While nothing here is particularly revelatory, the reaction to Nyack's aforementioned album (and two EPs from the group's earlier guise, Aenone) were so well received I didn't want to deprive you any longer.
Hey folks. Not much time for a write-up tonight, but for those of you who've been visiting these pages for a spell know that I'm a fairly hardcore acolyte of Dumptruck. The band's first three albums of serrated indie rock with a mild Americana jones were the stuff of near-flawlessness. This concert finds the band supporting their third, and in my opinion most gratifying record, '87s For the Country. At this phase of their career Kirk Swan had departed, leaving Dumptruck with only one principle songwriter, Seth Tiven. Kevin Salem soon filled Swan's stead. This exemplary audience recording of a gig at Chicago's Cabaret Metro in late '87 finds the reconstituted lineup playing a confident, substantive set, placing the emphasis on Dumptruck's most recent two records, the aforementioned For the Country and Positively. A pair of surprise covers, Dylan's "Can You Please Crawl Out of Your Window?" and The Embarrassment's "Sex Drive" nicely accent the band's already capable and charismatic originals. I'm making this available in MP3 and FLAC. A hearty thanks to whomever archived this gig to tape, and furthermore set us up with some artwork.
Yet another blind purchase that proved to be a far different animal than what I anticipated. There's virtually not a "pop" lick to be located on Kill The Messenger's lone and very unremarked about Detail LP. In fact, I'm not even sure where this quartet hailed from, but the locale of their record label, Suede Brain out of San Fran might be a good bet. Despite an engineering credit from the commercially viable Matt Wallace KtM were largely defiant of anything accessible, given Detail's unremitting art-damaged post-punk leanings. Tearing a page or three from the likes of Eyeless in Gaza, Savage Republic, Deception Bay, and occasionally Bauhaus, this quartet not only posed a noir, ominous stance, but specialized in dissonant sonic affectations aplenty, yielding an album that's outright creepy in spots. Though I can't accurately identify the drummer in the album credits, KtM emanate oodles of tribal, percussive angles, with unabashed employment of tom-toms. And if you crave music with texture, there's no deficiency of that here. If Kill's whole shtick impresses you as a little foreboding let it be known that there are just enough guardrails within Detail to cling to, so long as you're willing invest a few spins. 
If you go by Wiki's analysis Portland's coed Caveman Shoestore were "avant prog" specimens. Perhaps their full lengths (of which I have yet to hear) validated such an observation, but for better or worse all I have to go by is this 45. Judging by what I've heard I definitely reside in the better camp, 'cos this trio, commandeered by Elaine diFalco conjure up some dazzling sonic alchemy wherein busy arrangements are pocked with dexterous, post-punk smarts, not to mention the aforementioned singer's hypnotic prowess on the mic. I'm picking up trace elements of Siouxsie, Tsunami, and their lesser-known neighbors from Boise, The Dirt Fisherman. I desperately need to get my hands/ears on more Cavemen Shoestore in the very near future, belated as this discovery was.
From 2011. If mid-90s Guided By Voices was your thing (say, Alien Lanes) I think this one will be your bag too.
