
Electric Eel Shock at 502 in San Antonio, TX After a show at Death By Audio earlier this month, Japan's Electric Eel Shock are returning from a trek down to SXSW with Peelander-Z . Their first trek in the US in six years is almost complete, but they have a few shows left on their itinerary with Hot Cha Cha that include a final show at Cake Shop on March 25th with [...]

Band'its At Ten O'clock is another 101 release that came out the same year as Live Letters . Unlike that album, this record is a collection of studio cuts and not live records. But it's equally, if not more so, impressive and well worth the listen today. The Scene All People Go Mad You like mod music? These guys sure did. This album came out in 1980, but this song sounds like it was ripped straight out of the late-60s. Great stuff, very [...]
Click here to view the embedded video. I know a good deal of you like to watch PBS because you crave culture. You still perhaps participate in violent assualts, indian food, property damages, Earth day, consensual sex, drug abuse, reading, recycling, sleeping 8 hours a week, profanity, drinking 10 cups of water, and other pro-social beviour.. Some of you don't but would like to identify with an element of rebellion and the transmission of genuine human activity. Well, if you like PBS you should go see the Styrenes. Basically doods were already in proto punk Cleveland bands like the Electric Eels [...]
Entire island ecosystems arise, corrupt, decay and disappear within the generous lifespan of Yo La Tengo, the New Jersey three-piece who reinvent endlessly what an independent American rock band is supposed to do—play Flamin’ Groovies songs in heaven, for instance. Guitarist/singer Ira Kaplan speaks very early in the morning. This interview by Chris Ziegler.
big muff big muff bug muff! no not a typed ode to the joys of fuzzy oral pleasure. but another about-fucking-time psychey garagey protopunky resissue. and further proof that nothing bad came come of a band indulging in the big muff. born of that weirdy scene in seventies cleveland ohio that also threw up rocket from [...]
so farrah fucking fawcett to give her her full name pops her clogs, then jacko comes along and hogs that particular corpse limelight, steals her deceased thunder and it takes me till now to find out that swells has bitten the goddam dust. he was the only only only good thing ever to appear in [...]
Condo Fucks - Accident This "business card" video cured my cold. Seriously. Its powers are vast and beyond all comprehension. As for the Condo Fucks/Yo La Tengo "Accident" cover, here's what ran through my mind: 1. You know what would be great? If I posted a killer song to match this Youtube video's hyper-masculine delivery. 2. Hey, I should get around to hearing that Condo Fucks album. 3. WHAT?...THE BAND COVERED "ACCIDENT" BY ELECTRIC EELS? No way! 4. James (the bassist) is singing on this? [...]

In this week's paper, I interviewed Robert Griffin of Prisonshake , which is releasing its first album in fifteen years, Dirty Moons , this Tuesday, August 26. (Read my entire story HERE .) The album is coming out on Scat Records , a label Griffin has run for nearly twenty years. Started when Prisonshake was still in Cleveland, Scat is probably best-known for releasing seminal albums from Dayton, Ohio's Guided By Voices , including Bee Thousand ("Hardcore UFOs," "I Am A Scientist"), [...]

I was looking for some mustard, but instead discovered a profound ontological dilemma wedged in behind a rusty head of lettuce. The electric eels - Refrigerator (from God Says Fuck You , 1992) - Raw, ragged proto-punk out of early 1970's Cleveland. The song kept repeating in my head as I was cleaning the fridge this morning (see how sparkly it is inside!), thus spawning this exercise in inspired laziness.
Today’s post is about immortality, of a sort. When my mother was a teenager she dug up a clump of the little blue wildflowers that grew on nearby Bucky’s Hill and transplanted them at the edge on my grandparents’ yard. My mother is gone, a victim of an untied shoelace and the balance-inhibiting affects of port wine. Bucky’s Hill is gone, a victim of real estate developers who bulldozed the land flat and filled in the neighboring peat bog in order to drop down a rather prison-like condo complex on the site. The little [...]