Some things of note
Oct. 18th, 2004 02:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shermaramaHrm. I've got Sundays temporarily free again, most confusingly. Son of Nothing have gone on a short-term break while one member relocates cross-country. It makes sense, and probably isn't a bad thing, but I'm not going to know what day of the week it is in the meantime. When we return, however, we'll have a guitarist much closer allowing easier gigging, and the recordings will be in a useful state.
Meanwhile I got myself out of the slightly lost feeling of this weekend's Sunday by going out to see a couple of local bands. I finally saw the Chili Peppers in '99 and it was a waste of time. They are not, cannot be, the spunk-laden things they were when they started, when they recorded the albums I actually like. 95's One Hot Minute is already haunted by nostalgia and in everything since you've been able to see the slick patches where they're being careful not to let that show too much. Given that that set of young enthusiastic funk metallers are gone, there's worse things to do than go and see Grumpy Jack. They've got instrumental ability coming out at the earholes and a fine disrespect for the seriousness of that, putting out a chunk of MC Hammer and a cover of Pantera's Cowboys From Hell with equal good humour.
After that, though, you see, there was Toupe. I bought the CD but as ever it's the merest shadow of the live experience, dammit. The ideas and some of the fabulous sounds are there but I don't think there's an album in existence that set me dancing so reliably as certain live drummers can, and Toupe turn out to contain another drummer to add to the list. A six string bass being given a good workout and a four string with endless pedals and effects provide the bit riding on top of it, with lyrics full of urban myth and legend and dollops of foolishness. And a kazoo chorus on the one about a machine that makes everyone in the world shit in unison. Like Primus, in short, only with an unshakeable groove that Primus sometimes seem to lose a little, and here, in Brighton, on a small stage, getting us all to salute instead of applaud at the end of songs. Roll on the new album at the start of next year, and I've got to find out when they're playing again.
Meanwhile I got myself out of the slightly lost feeling of this weekend's Sunday by going out to see a couple of local bands. I finally saw the Chili Peppers in '99 and it was a waste of time. They are not, cannot be, the spunk-laden things they were when they started, when they recorded the albums I actually like. 95's One Hot Minute is already haunted by nostalgia and in everything since you've been able to see the slick patches where they're being careful not to let that show too much. Given that that set of young enthusiastic funk metallers are gone, there's worse things to do than go and see Grumpy Jack. They've got instrumental ability coming out at the earholes and a fine disrespect for the seriousness of that, putting out a chunk of MC Hammer and a cover of Pantera's Cowboys From Hell with equal good humour.
After that, though, you see, there was Toupe. I bought the CD but as ever it's the merest shadow of the live experience, dammit. The ideas and some of the fabulous sounds are there but I don't think there's an album in existence that set me dancing so reliably as certain live drummers can, and Toupe turn out to contain another drummer to add to the list. A six string bass being given a good workout and a four string with endless pedals and effects provide the bit riding on top of it, with lyrics full of urban myth and legend and dollops of foolishness. And a kazoo chorus on the one about a machine that makes everyone in the world shit in unison. Like Primus, in short, only with an unshakeable groove that Primus sometimes seem to lose a little, and here, in Brighton, on a small stage, getting us all to salute instead of applaud at the end of songs. Roll on the new album at the start of next year, and I've got to find out when they're playing again.