Jerry Grit’s Year in Albums #7: April-July (Part 5)

So I pretty much blew my self-imposed deadline to document all the albums I have bought through July by the end of July. Maybe that had a little something to do with getting the band ready to open for freaking Eef Barzelay this past Thursday, which turned out to be totally awesome…but for my tuner going out mid-gig (a moment that will haunt me probably forever).

  • The Kills – Midnight Boom This is this year’s awesome-cool driving record of the summer. It makes me and my ’96 Camry feel really unworthy. This album should come with white rim sunglasses.
  • Shearwater – Rook He’s got a great voice, but sometimes it can come across a little snooty. This one’s not for the hard hats.  Not really catchy, but it’s not aiming for that. It’s ponderous, slow, and pretty. A lot of birds, too. They should get with Jason Molina and open aviary. Write birdsongs all the day long.
  • Eef Barzelay – Lose Big This is very much an Eef Barzelay record. It’s got the wry sensibility, the great catchy refrains, the offbeat conceits, the quirky earnestness. “Girls Don’t Care” may become my new songwriting guide. But I could be biased. Did you hear that my band opened for him in Madison? Nonetheless, it’s excellent. But don’t take my word for it.
  • Port O’Brien – All We Could Do Was Sing Ecstatic rickety stuff from these West coasters. A lot of stuff on fishing. Grandpa would like that, if Grandpa is 28. At their live show, they hand out pots and pans for the audience to beat along to “Woke Up Today”, which is about right.
  • The Black Angels – Directions To See A Ghost The Black Angels are becoming to me equated with The Sea and Cake. Whereas The Sea and Cake put out samey but excellent suave loungy rock, The Black Angels are putting out samey but excellent tripped out psychedelia. I may not be able to differentiate the albums, but I’ll get every single one. Nonetheless, “Mission District” stands out for its killer opening.  
  • Jay-Z – American Gangster This purchase belongs properly to the January-February area. But since I kind of forgot about it and that it has spent the last 6 months under my car seat, I will speak of it now. “Roc Boys” is pretty good. And there are some pretty excellent beats with “Brooklyn” (not that I’m a connoisseur). But I find it hard to care about Zed’s problems. I know he’s rich and can kill me, but I don’t care. And I maybe cynical, listening to Beyonce pray makes me giggle.
  • Portishead – Third Also bought this one a while ago and I keep forgetting I have it. So it doesn’t make a grand impression like the hype surrounding it promised. Still, it’s worthwhile enough. I love how it refuses to be what anyone wants it to be. Not the grand return everyone wanted.  Song #5 sounds like a washing machine is off balanced. So I keep getting up to check even though I know I don’t have washing machine anywhere nearby. So that’s a little frustrating. Maybe that’s why I don’t listen too much.
  • Pinback – Autumn of the Seraphs I could imagine these guys on commercial radio. They have many of the elements that would put them there (catchy, guitar heavy, seriousness) but it’s their sophistication in all these areas that saves them from radio airplay. And is that the Blonde Redhead lady on backup?
  • The Eternals – Heavy International This is the album you might here if you walk into the coolest comic book shop in the world. It’s very hip, but also not afraid to be a little goofy and a lot strange.
  • Bodies Of Water – A Certain Feeling I have a certain feeling that one day, the Bodies of Water may sit around and ask themselves “So what are we doing exactly?” The band may not survive that question. Not too sure why I think this particular thought about this band, when I’m sure it is widely applicable. Maybe because I think they’re special and worthwhile in ways they may not realize. The new album is a vast improvement on their debut, which was no stinker. The dude singer is sounding more like Bowie, I think (my Bowie knowledge is limited to Labyrinth and TV guest appearances).

Well there it is. I’m a little behind schedule but about halfway through the year. And already, it’s piling up for August. Plants and Animals, the Bowerbirds, Brendan Canning and I can’t believe I got the new Conor Oberst. Why am I doing this?

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Oh what a night

The band (which includes me under a ridiculous pseudonym) had a unrepentant blast opening for freaking Eef Barzelay this past Thursday as the Cafe Montmartre in Madison.

Eef and company were awesome and liked how we matched up.

Special thanks to Ed Oliver who captured me losing control my chin.

Photo credit: Ed Oliver

And check out this fantastic lady…

Photo credit: Ed Oliver 

For more awesome pics, check out:

http://youbethemouse.blogspot.com/2008/08/eef-barzelay-lion-v-fish.html

And if you were there and thought it was awesome (or if you weren’t there, but imagined it was) say something nice here:

http://www.muzzleofbees.com/2008/08/08/photos-eef-barzelay-cafe-montmartre-madison/

We hope to be playing Madison again soon. Stay tuned.

Eef & Us

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The band I’m in, Lion v. Fish, is opening for Eef Barzelay this Thursday at the Cafe Montmartre just off Capitol Square at 9pm. Eef is the brainfather of Clem Snide, a group that put out a bunch of great indie alt-country soul-tinged records with wry sensibility in the last 10 years. His latest record is as excellent as the Clem Snide material (“The Girls Don’t Care” may be my new songwriting guide). 

It is very exciting for us to be opening for him and his band.

9pm, August 7, 2008 at Cafe Montmartre
127 East Mifflin Street, Madison, Wisconsin 53703
Cost : $10adv./$12 dos

We’re opening for Eef Barzelay. Seriously.

The band I’m in has been asked to open for Eef Barzelay (of Clem Snide) on Thursday, August 7 in Madison. The details:

Eef Barzelay, Lion v. Fish

August, 7 2008, 9pm at Cafe Montmartre
127 East Mifflin Street, Madison, Wisconsin 53703
Cost : $10adv./$12 dos

I am very much a fan of Clem Snide since the very excellent Ghost of Fashion and news of his new solo workis solid. I will try to restrain myself from nerding out too hard. But I keep thinking that I’m like the Robert Ford to his Jesse James. We both love Al Green, we both have the same initials, and we both have an “out-of-left-field interest in the apocalyptic and the ways human folly and failure might influence it.” I hope I don’t shoot him in the back. Oh, brother. Come on down and see what happens.