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Indie Rock Song of the Day

Song of the Day (The Chain): Dinosaur Jr – Little Fury Things

Day 2. Following on from Teen Age Riot by Sonic Youth, I’ve gone for a fairly obvious link in the chain for the first one. As mentioned yesterday, Teen Age Riot is a song about a parallel world where J Mascis is president. So for day 2, here’s J Mascis himself, with his amazing band, Dinosaur Jr.

Little Fury Things is the opening track from the bands third album (and my personal favourite) You’re Living All Over Me. Regarding that album title, I may be wrong, but I can’t help but think about the scene in 1991: The Year Punk Broke where Murph is telling Thurston Moore that he shaved his hair off because he had headlice & he was sick of them bouncing off the drumskins. Grim.

What is it?
Who is it?
Where is it?

A rabbit falls away from me, I guess I’ll crawl
A rabbit always smashes me, again I’ll crawl
Tried to think what’s over me, it makes me crawl
Then she runs away from me, faster than I crawl

I stopped to call, tried to feel it all
Stuck my hand and pulled real hard, got stretch in miles, not in yards
Then I read about all those who believe all of your lies
Sunlight brings the rage right in your eyes

A rabbit falls away from me, I guess I’ll crawl
A rabbit always smashes me, again I’ll crawl
Tried to think what’s over me, it makes me crawl
Then she runs away from me, faster than I crawl

A rabbit falls away from me, I guess I’ll crawl
A rabbit always smashes me, again I’ll crawl
Tried to think what’s over me, it makes me crawl
Then she runs away from me, faster than I crawl

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Song of the Day (The Chain) – Sonic Youth – Teen Age Riot

Okay, here we are at the beginning of a whole new series of Song of the Day. This time while trying to decide on a theme, I remembered a regular feature I liked on one of my favourite radio shows, Radcliffe & Maconie on 6Music. The feature is called The Chain & every hour of each show, listeners call in and suggest a song which is thematically linked in some way to the previous track. The link can be very obvious or very obscure, it doesn’t matter.

I have decided to adopt this idea for the Song of the Day series (& to name this series after it), so welcome to Day 1 of Song of the Day (The Chain).

To start with I have decided to go with one of my all time favourite songs, Teen Age Riot by Sonic Youth. Teen Age Riot, from Sonic Youth’s seminal Daydream Nation album, imagines an alternative reality where J Mascis (frontman of Alt Rock legends, Dinosaur Jr.) is the President of the USA.

You’re it
No, you’re it
Yeah, you’re really it
You’re it
No, I mean it, you’re it
Say it, don’t spray it
Spirit desire, face me
Spirit desire, don’t displace me
Spirit desire, we will fall
Miss me, don’t dismiss me
Spirit desire
Spirit desire, spirit desire
Spirit desire, we will fall
Spirit desire, we will fall
Spirit desire, spirit desire
Spirit desire, we will fall
Spirit desire, we will fall

Everybody’s talking ’bout the stormy weather
And what’s a man to do but work out whether it’s true
Looking for a man with a focus and a temper
Who can open up a map and see between one and two

Time to get it before you let it get to you
Here he comes now
Stick to your guns and let him through

Everybody’s coming from the winter vacation
Taking in the sun in a exaltation to you
You come running in on platform shoes
With Marshall stacks to at least just give us a clue
Ah, here it comes, I know it’s someone I knew

Teenage riot in a public station
Gonna fight and tear it up in a hypernation for you

Now I see it
I think I’ll leave it out of the way
Now I come near you
And it’s not clear why you fade away

Looking for a ride to your secret location
Where the kids are setting up a free-speed nation for you
Got a foghorn and a drum and a hammer that’s rocking
And a cord and a pedal and a lock, that’ll do me for now

It better work out
I hope it works out my way
‘Cause it’s getting kind of quiet in my city head
Takes a teen age riot to get me out of bed right now

You better look it, we’re gonna shake it up to him
He acts the hero, we paint a zero on his hand

We know it’s down
We know it’s bound too loose
Everybody’s sound is around it
Everybody wants to be proud to choose
So who’s to take the blame for the stormy weather
You’re never gonna stop all the teenage leather and booze

It’s time to go round
A one man showdown, teach us how to fail
We’re off the streets now, and back on the road on the riot trail

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Rock And Roll Song of the Day

Song of the Day (BLM): Little Richard –

Journalist to Paul McCartney: “Aren’t you just copying Little Richard?”

Paul McCartney: “Isn’t everybody?”

Day 20. I’ve saved the most important, to me at least, artist in this list until last. Little Richard, it is fairly well agreed upon, is the originator of what we think of today as Rock and Roll. Without Little Richard, the majority, if not totality, of the music discussed on this blog would simply not exist. Little Richard is Rock and Roll & Rock ad Roll is Little Richard.

I can’t speak to the authenticity of the Paul McCartney quote presented above, but even as an anecdote I believe it & agree with it.

Another reason I saved Little Richard until last is that he very recently passed away, on the 9th May, aged 87. May he rest in peace & may we be eternally grateful for the gifts he bestowed upon the world.

Wop bop a loo bop a lop bom bom!

Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Wop bop a loo bop a lop ba ba!

I got a gal, named Sue, she knows just what to do
I got a gal, named Sue, she knows just what to do
She rock to the East, she rock to the West
She is the gal that I love best

Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie, ooh
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Wop bop a loo bop a lop bom bom!

I got a gal, named Daisy, she almost drives me crazy
Got a gal, named Daisy, she almost drives me crazy
She knows how to love me, yes indeed
Boy you don’t know what she do to me

Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie, ooh
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Wop bop a loo bop!

Oh tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie, ooh
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Wop bop a loo bop a lop bom bom!

I got a gal, named Daisy, she almost drive me crazy
Got a gal, named Daisy, she almost drive me crazy
She knows how to love me, yes indeed,
Boy you don’t know what she do to me

Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Tutti frutti, oh rootie
Wop bop a loo bop a lop bam boom!

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Thurston Moore – Hashish

Thurston Moore unleashed this new single, Hashish, on Friday.

If you’ve been keeping up with his mainline solo material from the last several years (TMG & previosly, Chelsea Light Moving), then Hashish holds no surprises for you. It’s the same kind of oddly melodic, dissonant & atmospheric guitar music he’s been perfecting since 2013’s excellent Chelsea Light Moving. To me, this is a winning formula & each release seems to be incrementally better than the last as he, & his increasingly tight backing band, refine this winning formula.

Like his last album, Rock N Roll Consciousness, the lyrics for Hashish were written by Moore’s friend, the poet Radieux Radio. This is a fruitful relationship. Radio’s words seem to fit like a puzzle piece into Moore’s sonic architecture.

Day or night no one knows

Feel the full effect of this dose

Is it day or night I just don’t know

Hashish eater Please be patient

Feel it girl, our hallucination

Feel the full effect of this dose

It is in you girl, my repose

She’s the haven of my soul

Is it day or night

We just don’t know

She’s my only friend, my soul, my hope

Hashish scarab come tonight

Will you bring your elusive light

Her love is all that I am needing now

Her drug is all that I am feeling now

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Hip Hop Song of the Day

Song of the Day (BLM): Luniz – I Got 5 On It

Day 19. For the penultimate day I’m choosing this great tune from the mid ’90’s. I remember everyone was singing this when it was new & you couldn’t turn a radio on without hearing it. Top Of The Pops, The Chart Show etc. Might have been watching MTV back then, but I’m not sure. I reckon I was woken for school by it playing on my radio alarm clock at least a few times.

This is part of the reason I’ve been doing this BLM themed Song of the Day Series. The amount of enjoyment I’ve received from African American culture & memories it’s helped me make is ridiculous. I’m in the UK &, due to shielding, all I can do is write about the things that are happening & expressing my solidarity from home. I hope that by sharing these great songs, I’m sending potential fans to these artists.

I’m also enjoying just listening to all this music as I’m deciding what to include.

Player, give me some brew an I might just chill
But I’m the type that like to light another joint
Like Cypress Hill
I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it
I got some bucks on it, but it ain’t enough on it
Go get the S-T. I-D-E-S 
Never the less, I’m hella fresh
Rollin’ joints like a cigarette
So pass it cross the table like ping pong
I’m gone, beatin’ my chest like King Kong
It’s on, wrap my lips around a 40
And when it comes to get another stogie
Fools all kick in like Shinobi
No, he ain’t my homie to begin with
It’s too many heads to be proper to let my friend hit it
Unless you pull out the fat, crispy
Five dollar bill on the real before it’s history
‘Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs
An’ if you let ’em hit it for free you hella dum-da-dum-dumb
I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
That be blowing off the land like where the bomb at
Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back
Suck up the dank like a Slurpee
The serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious like Eddie Murphy
I got more Growing Pains than Maggie
‘Caus, e homie, snag me to take the dank out of the baggie

I got five on it
Grab your 40, let’s get keyed
I got five on it
Messin’ wit that Indo’ weed
I got five on it
It’s got me stuck and knocked on back
I got five on it
Partna, let’s go half on a sack

I take sacks to the face
Whenever I can
Don’t need no crutch
I’m so keyed up
‘Til the joint be burnin’ my hand
Next time I roll it in a hampa
To burn slow so the ashes won’t be burnin’ up my hand, bra
Hoochies can hit but they know they got to pitch in,
Then I roll a joint that’s longer than your extension
‘Cause I’ll be damned if you get high off me for free
Hell no, you betta’ bring your own spliff, chief
What’s up? Don’t babysit that
Better pass the joint
Stop hittin’ ’cause you know ya got Asthma
Crack a 40 open, homie, an guzzle it
‘Cause I know the weed in my system is gettin’ lonely
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know I failed ’cause I done smoked major weed bro
And every time we with Chris that fool rollin’ up a fattie
But the Tanqueray straight had me

I got five on it
Grab your 40, let’s get keyed
I got five on it
Messin’ wit that Indo’ weed
I got five on it
It’s got me stuck and knocked on back
I got five on it
Partna, let’s go half on a sack

Hey, make this right man, stop at the light man
My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
You fade, I face, so let’s head to the east
Hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashish
I wish I could fade the eighth, but I’m low budget
Still rolling a two door Cutlass same old bucket
Foggy windows, soggy Indoe
I’m in the ‘land getting smoked wit my kinfolkI been smoked, Yuk’ll spray ya, lay ya down up in the O-A-K the Town
Homies don’t play around we down to blaze a pound
Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
Drink the V-S-O-P up with a lemon squeeze up
And everybody’s rolled up, I’m da roller
That’s quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky doja
Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
Kick in feed, ’cause where I be’s, we need half like a foo-foo

I got five on it
Grab your 40, let’s get keyed
I got five on it
Messin’ wit that Indo’ weed
I got five on it
It’s got me stuck and knocked on back
I got five on it
Partna, let’s go half on a sack

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Post Punk

Red Light Skyscraper – Your Hand In Mine (air instruments Explosions In The Sky Cover)

You may remember a blogpost a while back showcasing some of what Italian Post-Rockers, Red Light Skyscraper have been up to in quarantine. The previous post featured a Mogwai cover using only smartphone apps & a This Will Destroy You cover which was 1% performance/99% editing.

This time Red Light Skyscraper have released a humorous & fun video of them playing the moody Your Hand In Mine by Explosions In The Sky on air instruments. I particularly like the use of sound effects in to enhance the humour. The Homer “Doh!” & the meowing cat are particularly funny.

Hope you enjoy this & be sure to check out their stuff on Spotify or YouTube etc. They’re tight & atmospheric so if Post Rock is your thing, then I’m fairly sure you’ll enjoy them.

Check their most recent single, Matisse, from last year.

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Song of the Day (BLM): Earl Sweatshirt – Hive (feat. Vince Staples & Casey Veggies)

Day 18. Something a bit more contemporary for you today. I first heard this excellent tune way back in 2013 when it appeared on the Giles Peterson hosted WorldwideFM radio station in Grand Theft Auto V.

Slow & menacing, Hive is dark, disturbing stuff &, I was happy to find out, it was produced with the music software Reason. This is the software I learned on &, even though I don’t use it anymore, it will always hold a special place in my heart.

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Promise Heron I’ll put my fist up after I get my dick sucked
Quick buck, maybe a gold chain
With that fucking flow that s-s-so belittles men
They tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished
Stone cold, hardly fucking with these niggas, nigga listen
The description doesn’t fit, if not a synonym of menace
Then forget it, in turn these critics and interns
Admitting the shit spit, it just burn like six furnaces
Written to fix learning them digits and simultaneously
Dispelling “one-trick-pony” myths, isn’t he?
One adolescent, fucking six nigga energy
And crawling down ‘Fax like a rich nigga centipede
Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account
Stamp and shouting, thrashing, these niggas done let the Kraken out
Crack-a-lackin, like snap, crackle, poppin’ your ammo off
Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, nigga

[Hook: Casey Veggies (Earl Sweatshirt)]
’87 roof top rising
Whipping hoopties, tryna boost raw chronic
Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up, sub rocking
Thud knocking niggas teeth loose
Bruh, I don’t fuck with no cops (Rolling with that flow swamp)
Catch me over stove top (Rapping to that coke rock)
(Passionless in old Jive clothing with them doors wide open)
(Dim the floor lights focused) Like it’s nothing, cause it’s nothing, bitch

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
From that city that’s recession-hit
With stress, niggas could flex metal with peddle to rake pennies in
Desolate testaments trying to stay Jekyll-ish
But most niggas Hyde and Brenda just stay pregnant
Breaking news: death’s less important when the Lakers lose
It’s lead in that baby food, heads try to make it through
Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she cater to
Ride dirty as the fucking sky that you praying to
So here I sit, eye in the pyramid
God spit it like it’s truth serum in that beer and then
(Poof) Disappear again, reappear bearded on
Top of a lear steering it into the kids’ ear again
Provider of the backdrop music
For the crack rock user and the mascot Earl
Rawer than the skinned knee cap on the black top
Salivary glands lighter fluid for the matchbox
Striking, wait, wait, who the fuck you badder than?
Boy oh boy, I’m bad as burnt pollo off the grill and shit
Spitter of the little Nick, nimble, rickrolling
Bitch niggas pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Vince Staples]
Quit with all that tough talk, bruh, we know you niggas ain’t about shit
Come around, we gun ’em down, bodies piled, Auschwitz
Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed
I’m ready to kill, so test it, all my weapons is real
Selling thizz, couldn’t tell him what the recipe is
Got ’em wishing that they never gave these weapons to kids, cheers
Send chills up spines of fat bitches after
Shows throwing out sandwiches, niggas get it how they
Live and I live for money, other words, I’m getting money
Little boy told me when it’s time to ride, they’ll send them for me
Ain’t nobody scaring me, niggas ain’t prepared for heat
Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue shit
If this was ’88, I would have signed to Ruthless
’94 would have had them walking down Death Row
First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do
Voice inside my head told me wet ’em if they test you
So it’s raging water season
That yomper big as Larry Johnson, leave your momma seedless
Everybody hard until it’s only God they seeing
Kittens soft but in they songs be trapping hard as Jeezy, I don’t believe it
But to each his own, I ain’t tripping long as I can reach the chrome
Heat your home like Southern California Gas, police pass
Tell ’em free Smalls, off Palm with the heat drawn
Strapped up long as the chief for police armed
Raised where the beasts are, north of the Beach
A couple streets past Baby Jay, bony niggas spraying Ks
Ruger with the pork face, Jewish for the court case
Here to save you niggas from the sorbet, Coldchain

[Outro:]
Like it’s nothing cause it’s nothing, bitch

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Hip Hop Politics Song of the Day

Song of the Day (BLM): Public Enemy – State Of The Union (STFU) (feat. DJ Premier)

Day 17 & I’m breaking the rule of not featuring the same artist twice. Ordinarily, I would find this unthinkable, but on Friday 19th June Public Enemy & DJ Premier dropped this surprise new single.

State Of The Union (STFU) is an incendiary anti-Trump, anti-Police anthem. Furious & articulate, Chuck D holds nothing back. Now Trump has ditched any pretences of not being a fascist, Chuck D draws valid & clear comparisons between Trump & the Nazis. Trump’s supporters are compared to the Gestapo. It’s laid out, in no uncertain terms, that America cannot survive another term with Trump in charge. It’s time to “vote this joke out/or die tryin'”

Also of interest is the fact that Chuck D & Flavor Flav seem to have made up after their public falling out earlier in the year. I guess they couldn’t agree on the Bernie Sanders issue but their hatred & contempt for Trump unites them.

Whatever it takes
Rid this dictator
POTUS my tail
Ass debater
Prime-time
Primo
Rhyme-time crime
Like no other
In this lifetime
White house killer
Dead in lifelines
Vote this joke out
Or die tryin’
Unprecedented
Demented
Many president’d
Nazi gestapo dictator
Defended
It’s not what you think
It’s what you follow
Run for them jewels
Drink from that bottle
Another four years gonna gut y’all hollow
Gutted out, dried up, broke and can’t borrow

State of the Union
Shut the fuck up
Sorry ass motherfucker
Stay away from me

State of the Union
Shut the fuck up
Sorry ass motherfucker
Stay away from me

State of the Union
Shut the fuck up
Sorry ass motherfucker
Stay away from me

State of the Union
Shut the fuck up
Sorry ass motherfucker
Stay away from me

Mister, I am the law
And you are not
In fact, I’m god
I got a lot
Mister these united breaks
Take over, come over
Orange hair
Fear the comb-over
Here’s another scare
Keep them hands in the air
Better not breathe
You dare not dare
Don’t say anything
Don’t think nothing
Make America great again
The middle just love it
When he wanna talk
Walk y’all straight
To them ovens
Human beings of color
Yeah we be sufferin’

State of the Union
Shut the fuck up
Sorry ass motherfucker
Stay away from me

State of the Union
Shut the fuck up
Sorry ass motherfucker
Stay away from me

State of the Union
Shut the fuck up
Sorry ass motherfucker
Stay away from me

State of the Union
Shut the fuck up
Sorry ass motherfucker
Stay away from me

Better rock that vote
Or vote for hell
Real generals now
Not some USFL
Not a fuckin’ game
I dare not mention his name
Operation 45
Same thing
Sounds like Berlin burnin’
Same thing
History’s a mystery
If y’all ain’t learning
End this clown show
For real
A state bozo
Nazi cult 45 Gestapo

State of the Union
Shut the fuck up
Sorry ass motherfucker
Stay away from me

State of the Union
Shut the fuck up
Sorry ass motherfucker
Stay away from me

State of the Union
Shut the fuck up
Sorry ass motherfucker
Stay away from me

State of the Union
Shut the fuck up
Sorry ass motherfucker
Stay away from me

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Desolation Centre – Underground Music Festivals Documentary

Desolation Center, a new documentary charting the underground, DIY, experimental music & art festivals which were put on in the California desert in the mid-’80’s, is coming to streaming services on the 23rd June.

Produced by Stuart Swezey, Desolation Center is a mix of archive footage (including live performances) & interviews chronicling the chaotic & loud phenomena which would go on to inspire larger, more official desert festivals like Burning Man.

Among the bands which performed at Desolation Center events (& appear in the film) wer Sonic Youth, Minutemen, Meat Puppets, Perry Farrell, Redd Kross, Einstürzende Neubauten, Survival Research Laboratories, and Savage Republic.

Ahead of the release, a couple of excellent film clips have been released. The first show’s us fantastic footage of a psychedelic Meat Puppets performance where they asked for the lights to be switched off so they could play by moonlight. The second features Perry Farrel (Janes Addiction) & George Hurley (Minutemen) talking about playing a show on a boat in the LA harbour.

If that’s got you interested, check out the theatrical trailer from last August.

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Blues Folk Song of the Day

Song of the Day (BLM): Lead Belly – Midnight Special

Day 16. Blues influenced Folk singer Huddie William Ledbetter, aka Lead Belly, is one of the most important musicians in American Folk music. Perhaps best known in contemporary times for Nirvana’s cover of his Wheer Did You Sleep Last Night?, Lead Belly wrote or adapted a great deal of songs which have become Blues & Folk standards today. Midnight Special, Goodnight Irene, Pick A Bale Of Cotton & many more.

Well, you wake up in the mornin’, you hear the work bell ring
And they march you to the table, you see the same old thing
Ain’t no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan
But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man

Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine a ever lovin’ light on me

Yonder come miss Rosie, how in the world did you know?
By the way she wears her apron, and the clothes she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand
She come to see the governor, she want to free her man

Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine a ever lovin’ light on me

If you’re ever in Houston, well, you better do the right
You better not gamble, there, you better not fight, at all
Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down
The next thing you know, boy, oh, you’re prison bound

Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine a ever lovin’ light on me

Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine a ever lovin’ light on me

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