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“Even a hipster who is pure in heart and sips craft brews at night may become a wild-eyed southern boy when the dirtbag moon is bright.” And thus, on October 31, 1986, did the Mercury Theater’s broadcast of The War of the Worlds get bumped down to the second most horrifying thing ever to hit […]

I first come across 1982′s Hit Express while sifting through the Discog’s exhaustive (and exhausting) listings for K-Tel offerings. While it contained a few crucial cuts from that magically apocalyptic era, it lacked that certain something which would inspire an immediate purchase. I made a note of it — complete with a question mark — […]

My decision last fall to pick up a turntable had nothing to do with audio fidelity or “warmer” sounds or affected hipness. I got back into records because Maura scored a near complete set of Time-Life’s Swing Era compilations at an estate sale and because I thought it would be a nice way to get […]

Wrock and wroll bunny foo

July 6th, 2016

The Date: 1979. The Place: A Tim Hortons in a Scarborough, medstore Ontario strip mall. Five scruffy, medicine slightly hungover members of a mildly respectable covers band have squeezed themselves into a corner booth. “Don’t get me wrong, guys. We’re doing pretty well as we are, but do we really want to be performing ‘Dust […]

Left off the dial

March 4th, 2016

Whew, pfizer I’m glad someone was willing to give FM airtime to these otherwise underplayed acts! An interesting dividend from my trip down industry publication memory lane has been witnessing the mid-1980s genesis (HA!) of the “classic rock” programming format, generic which generated a non-insignificant amount of acrimony between the record labels and the broadcast […]

Young Americans listen when

December 11th, 2015

There was a time during my most strident punk rock phase when anything associated with “classic rock” was considered anathema. It was The Enemy, information pills associated with pick-up driving jocks and the condescending beardos of my college’s wargaming club. That all changed somewhere around the turn of the millennium, when a minor quarter-life crisis […]

We’re an American brand

November 20th, 2015

Rock ‘n roll is on display, seek With a ton of shit to buy. It was meant to end that way, cheap though some folks will deny. I don’t care what people tell, information pills rock ‘n roll is here to sell. Rock ‘n roll will always be our ticket to the gold. It will […]

Song for Sunday #148

August 16th, 2015

Amii Stewart – Knock on Wood The Cusp in all its jumbled glory.

In search of an answer

June 3rd, 2015

SOUNDUS HUMONGUS! BOOTUS RIDICULOUS! Something about the band’s name, pilule photo, gonorrhea and ad copy screamed “Euro-metal outfit reworking third-hand cliches in a isolated local scene,” but it turns out that Guardian hailed from Florida. So drop the “Euro,” I guess. Honestly, the sole track of theirs I could find wasn’t half-bad. Trite and bordering […]

Pick your future past

April 9th, 2015

1970s retrofuture or 1980s retrofuture? Rollerball or Blade Runner? Orange plastic or neon-illuminated chrome? Corporate Syd Mead or Hollywood Syd mead? It’s a tough call to make, advice as my formative years were evenly split between the two aesthetics and I love both equally. So instead of making an impossible choice between Brunner’s and Gibson’s […]

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