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The Year in Memphis Music

A lot of the usual suspects in local music were quiet in 2007. Recent headliners Three 6 Mafia, North Mississippi Allstars, Lucero, Snowglobe, the ex-Oblivians (Jack Yarber and Greg Cartwright), and ex-Lost Sounds (Alicja Trout and, to an extent, Jay Reatard) all took the year off as far as releasing new albums. Meanwhile, the past loomed large again in the form of a relaunch of Stax records, which spurred a welcome avalanche of reissue and archival material.

But into this new-music breach, lots of good stuff emerged, including (obviously or arguably) improved sophomore releases from the likes of Tunnel Clones, Harlan T. Bobo, and breakout star Amy LaVere.

Here’s the local music that hit hardest for us in 2007:

Chris Herrington:

1. Anchors & Anvils — Amy LaVere (Archer Records): This second album from the versatile Amy LaVere transcended the local scene more than any non-rap record this year and deservedly so. Produced by Jim Dickinson, it slays her too tasteful, too dawdling debut, This World Is Not My Home, drawing great songs from sources generally close to LaVere (including three from the artist herself and two from boyfriend Paul Taylor) and putting them across with a gritty musical intimacy that echoes Dickinson’s own fine recent solo work. LaVere doesn’t have a showy American Idol voice but arrives here as a sharp, rich interpretive singer, especially on such sure-shots as her own “Killing Him” (one of the best album-openers on any 2007 record) and Taylor’s personal, perceptive “Pointless Drinking.” Smart, sexy, swaggering, funny — this star turn was the highlight of Memphis music in 2007.

2. King Cobras Do — Vending Machine (Shoulder Tap): Where so much indie rock this year (ha — “this year”) felt insular, Robby “Vending Machine” Grant’s King Cobras Do is instead cozy. It’s a home-recorded gem that takes domestic intimacy as its great subject: His son contributes free-associative lyrics; his toddler daughter is the subject of the delicate “Tell Me the Truth and I’ll Stop Teasing You”; his wife gets a tribute on “Rae” that includes images of “dancing in the den” and memories that are palpably lived-in (“Remember when our room was just a bed?”). Even the house itself gets into the act with “Good Old Upstairs,” a song about the attic studio where King Cobras Do was created.

3. I’m Your Man — Harlan T. Bobo (Goner): Harlan T. Bobo became an instant icon in his corner of the local music scene with his lovelorn 2004 debut Too Much Love. To his credit, Bobo declined to offer up Too Much Love 2 with this follow-up, which instead investigates the roots and limitations of the romantic messiness that made his debut so popular. And, over time, I’ve found I’m Your Man to be smarter, funnier, and braver (especially on “Baptist Memorial,” “Pragmatic Woman,” and “So Bad”) than the local masterpiece-by-acclamation that it followed.

4. Make It Stop! The Most of Ross Johnson — Ross Johnson (Goner): Not the most accessible local record of the year, that’s for sure, but Ross Johnson’s “career”-spanning collection of spoken-word rants “set” to music is a sneaky-smart and self-aware series of whooping nonsense, comic tall tales, and raw-but-funny confessionals from a self-described “king of the middle-aged garage-band losers” whose self-deprecation and shamed moral center punctures any threat of hipster romanticization.

5. World Without End — Bob Frank & John Murry (Bowstring): Expatriate Memphians Bob Frank, 62, and John Murry, 27, found each other in Northern California and concocted a high-concept album — a collection of original murder ballads written about legendary crimes — that tops what either of them produced when they lived here.

6. Killers From Space — Jim Dickinson (Memphis International): Dickinson has been making music in one form or another since the ’60s but, until 2006, had (as near as I can tell) only released a grand total of two solo albums. Now he’s released two in two years and both on the same label! I didn’t find Killers From Space quite as revelatory as 2006’s terrific Jungle Jim & the Voodoo Tiger, but Dickinson’s charismatic growl, ragged-but-intimate musical tone, and talent for finding good songs you’ve never heard before are all very much present here. Highlight: Dickinson’s phrasing of the word “mendacity.”

7. World Wide Open — Tunnel Clones (Hemphix): More than just a useful alternative to the aggressive monotony of most local rap product, World Wide Open is strong, assured hip-hop on its own terms: soulful and ambitious; sad, but defiant.

8. Blood Visions — Jay Reatard (In the Red): A late 2006 release that I didn’t get hold of until 2007, this solo debut unites the skeletal drive of the artist’s teen band the Reatards with the musical ambition of Reatard’s subsequent band, the Lost Sounds. Even then, as impressive as this locomotive blast (15 songs in 29 minutes) of pop-rock is, it’s still transitional; a sneak preview of even better things to come, as witnessed by Reatard’s 2007 single for Goner.

9. Break This Record — Deering & Down (self-released): I’m far from the world’s foremost expert on Fleetwood Mac, but I wonder if, had blues guitarist Peter Green and pop chanteuse Stevie Nicks ever crossed paths in various incarnations of that band, the stylistic result would have been something like the charged guitar-and-voice duets of Deering & Down on this novel-yet-familiar local debut.

10. City Lights — Ron Franklin (Memphis International): Whereas too many young musicians who dabble in roots forms like blues and country play up the gravity and torment, Ron Franklin never lets concept impinge on musicality. There’s a playful assurance to his music that suggests jug bands and early rock in the Chuck Berry (covered here) or Bo Diddley vein.

Chris Davis:

1. Make It Stop! The Most of Ross Johnson — Ross Johnson (Goner): A year ago, if somebody told me that Goner was going to put out a best of Ross Johnson collection, I would have probably split my britches laughing. A whole disc devoted to the Panther Burns drummer and longtime Memphis scenester with a reputation for getting sloshed and ranting hilariously on the mic? What a nutzo idea. But Goner did it, and it turned out to be a transcendent collection of wickedly funny Southern gothic literature you can shake your ass to. The liner notes — a thoughtful, funny, and endearing history of the birth of punk in Memphis — are worth the price.

2. Accidentally stumbling across Harlan T. Bobo’s homemade video for the unreleased song “Dreamer of Dreams”: Don’t misunderstand. The release of Bobo’s I’m Your Man was a big deal too. As doomed follow-ups to celebrated debuts go, the new disc is strong. But this impossibly low-tech and completely irresistible video showcases Bobo’s alchemical ability to turn garbage into gold.

3. Falling in love with Amy LaVere … again: Let’s face it. Until this year, the gorgeous, throaty-voiced chanteuse had never put out a recording that lived up to her vast potential. But all of that changed with the release of Anchors & Anvils. “Killing Him” is probably the year’s best original song. And if there were any justice in the music industry, “Tennessee Valentine” would be the theme to every prom from Memphis to Bristol from now until the crack of doom.

4. Among the Wolves — The Third Man (self-released): Smart pop is hard to come by, and the Third Man’s latest release, Among the Wolves, is borderline brilliant. The relentlessly dark, organ-soaked groove of “Psyops Marching On” borrows elements from such great local bands as the Satyrs and Snowglobe and wraps it all up in Nuggets-worthy psychedelia. Mixing electronic flourishes with guitar thunder sounds old as dirt and brand spanking new.

5.The Blasters at the Hi-Tone: In the spirit of full disclosure, my own band, the West Coast Turnaround, opened for the legendary L.A. roots-rock band. And boy, did we get schooled when the Blasters took stage and played the greatest set of pure American rock-and-roll I’ve ever seen anywhere. Period. These guys have been the most underrated band in the world for 30 years. And there they were in Midtown Memphis, in front of maybe 50 people, mixing country, rockabilly, blues, and jazz into a genre-defying stew of sonic bliss.

Andrew Earles:

1. Make It Stop! The Most of Ross Johnson — Ross Johnson (Goner): I’m not sure what I can write about this fascinating document that I or someone else hasn’t already written, so I’ll defer to Johnson and Monsieur Jeffrey Evans’ performance earlier this year at Gonerfest 4. Strategically slotted around 10 p.m. on one of the festival’s busiest nights, their music-to-banter ratio (about 75 percent the latter) resulted in hilariously confounded stares among patrons expecting another succinct set from one of the event’s rock bands. Aside from the messy King Khan & BBQ Show set from two years ago, it was the closest the Gonerfest institution has come to providing a stage for a Situationist prank.

2. Among the Wolves —The Third Man (self-released): Among the wolves is indeed the place that any young indie band will find themselves this day and age, but the Third Man play a strong card with their Southern-tinged, Memphis-centric answer to psych-rock contemporaries like Dungen. Memphis’ shining beacons within the realm of indie rock can usually be counted on one hand at any given point in history (or at least the last 10 years), and Among the Wolves puts the Third Man ahead of the pack for the time being.

3. Oscars/Evil Wizard Eyes split 7-inch (Soul Is Cheap): Solid sides from both bands, with the sludgy Evil Wizard Eyes providing (perhaps unwittingly) Memphis’ fuzzier, friendlier version of the agro-noise-rock revivalist movement led elsewhere by bands such as Pissed Jeans and Clockcleaner.

4. Songs by Solutions — Final Solutions (Goner): In the words of the Goner Records website, Final Solutions finally “belched up” their second full-length album this year. That pretty much says it all.

5. Walkin’ Bank Roll — Project Pat (KR Urban): If you’re thinking this is my token local hip-hop entry,” you’d be 100 percent correct. Regardless, Walkin’ Bank Roll is a great album.

David Dunlap Jr.:

1. Make It Stop! The Most of Ross Johnson — Ross Johnson (Goner): I must confess, Ross Johnson used to drive me crazy. I’m sure that he, in his self-deprecating way, would say that that was the point. But what used to be drunken yammering now seems to my ears to be clever, soul-baring music that is an artistic cousin to classic confessional literature like the books of Frederick Exley or the comics of Jeffrey Brown. With a lifetime’s worth of mistakes stuffed into a decade and a liver that throbs like an injured appendage in a Tex Avery cartoon, I now understand Johnson’s songs much better these days, and he makes it worth the price.

2. William Bell live at the Stax Museum of American Soul Music: William Bell may not be considered first-tier talent on the Stax roster, but his songwriting skills were second to none. Without a doubt, Bell was an A-lister when he performed in the legendary Studio A this past July. His delivery was as smooth as ever, and he was the consummate showman. His performance even featured a half-time wardrobe change. All class.

3. “I Know a Place”/”Don’t Let Him Come Back” 7-inch — Jay Reatard (Goner): My favorite single of the year, Memphis music or otherwise, “Don’t Let Him Come Back,” the Go-Betweens cover, is as beautiful as it was unpredictable, but “I Know a Place” is the best example yet of Jay Reatard’s growing talent. It’s a tuneful strummer that somehow manages to be cocky and contemplative at the same time. When Reatard’s inevitable Behind the Music episode is made, this is the song that will be playing during his slo-mo, “suffering-from-the-ravages-of-fame” final act.

4. “Memphis Flu” — Elder Curry, compiled on People Take Warning! Murder Ballads & Disaster Songs, 1913–1938 (Tompkins Square): This stomping, energetic gospel song from 1930 about Memphis’ catastrophic epidemic is one of the most rocking pre-war recordings I’ve ever heard. The disturbingly judgmental lyrics — “Yes, you see!/Yes!/He killed the rich and poor/And He’s going to kill more/If you don’t turn away from your shame” — only add to the song’s emotional power.

5. “Is This Love?”/”Don’t Talk To Me” 7-inch — The Preacher’s Kids (Wrecked ‘Em): The A-side of this single is high-energy garage rock for which Oxford’s Preacher’s Kids are known. The flip, though, is a great cover of a snarling punk classic from G.G. Allin’s old band, the Jabbers. It’s a testament not only to the rocking abilities of the Preacher’s Kids but also to the fact that Allin had the ability to write infectiously catchy rock tunes.

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Timely Tips For Dealing With Bands For The Holidays

The following comes to us via the Rev. Billy C. Wirtz, who plays Beale Street on occasion.

BAND CLAIRVOYANCE: When requesting a song from the band, just say “play my
song!” We have chips implanted in our heads with an unlimited database of
the favorite tunes of every patron who ever walked into a bar and all* songs
ever recorded, so feel free to be vague, we love the challenge. If we say we
really don’t remember that tune you want, we’re only kidding. Bands do know
every* song ever recorded, so keep humming. Hum harder if need be… it
helps jog the memory, or just keep repeating your request over and over
again if a band tells you they do not know a song you want to hear, they
either forgot that they know the tune or they are just putting you on. Try
singing a few words for the band. Any words will do.

It also helps to scream your request from across the room several times per
set, followed by the phrases, “AW COME ON!” and, “YOU SUCK!” Exaggerated hand
gestures expressing disapproval from the dance floor are a big help as well,
such as the thumbs down or your middle finger. Put-downs are the best way to
jog a band’s memory. This instantly promotes you to the status of “Personal
Friend Of The Band.” You can bet your request will be the next song we play.

Entertainers are notorious fakers and jokesters and never really prepare for
their shows. They simply walk on stage with no prior thought to what they
will do once they arrive. We don’t actually make set lists or rehearse
songs. We mostly just wait for you to yell something out, then fake it. An
entertainer’s job is so easy, even a monkey could do it, so don’t let them
off the hook easily. Your request is all that matters.

Once you’ve figured out what genre of music the band plays, please make your
requests from a totally different genre. The more exaggerated the better. If
its a blues band playing, yell for some Metallica or Slayer or Pantera.
Likewise, if its a death-speed metal band, be sure to request Brown-eyed
Girl or some Grateful Dead. Musicians need to constantly broaden their
musical horizons, and its your job to see that it happens….immediately.

TALKING WITH THE BAND: The best time to discuss anything with the band in
any meaningful way is at the middle of a song when all band members are
singing at the same time. Our hearing is so advanced that we can pick out
your tiny voice from the megawatt wall of sound blasting all around us. And
we can converse with you in sign language while singing the song, so don’t worry that we’re in the middle of the chorus.

Musicians are expert lip readers too. If a musician does not reply to your
question or comment during a tune, it’s because they didn’t get a good look
at your mouth in order to read your lips. Simply continue to scream your
request and be sure to overemphasize the words with your lips. This helps immensely. Don’t be fooled. Singers have the innate ability to answer questions and sing at the same time. If the singer doesn’t answer your questions immediately, regardless of how stupid the question may seem, it’s
because they are purposely ignoring you. If this happens, immediately cop an
attitude. We love this.

IMPORTANT: When an entertainer leans over to hear you better, grab his or
her head in both hands and yell directly into their ear, while holding their
head securely so they cannot pull away. This will be taken as an invitation
to a friendly and playful game of tug of war between their head and your
hands. Don’t give up! Hang on until the singer or guitar player submits.
Drummers are often safe from this fun game since they usually sit in the
back, protected by the guitar players. Keyboard players are protected by
their instrument, and only play the game when tricked into coming out from
behind their keyboards. Though difficult to get them to play, it’s not
impossible, so keep trying. They’re especially vulnerable during the break
between songs.

HELPING THE BAND: If you inform the band that you are a singer, the band
will appreciate your help with the next few tunes, or however long you can
remain standing on stage. If you’re too drunk to stand unassisted, simply
lean on one of the band members or the most expensive piece of equipment you
see. Just pretend you’re in a Karaoke bar. Simply feel free to walk up on
stage and join in. By the way, the drunker you are, the better you sound,
and the louder you should sing.
If by chance you fall off the stage, be sure to crawl back up and attempt to
sing harmony. Keep in mind that nothing assists the band more than
outrageous dancing, fifth and sixth part harmonies, or a tambourine played
out of tempo. Try the cowbell; they love the challenge. The band always
needs the help and will take this as a compliment.

Finally, the microphone
and PA system are merely props, they don’t really amplify your voice, so
when you grab the mic out of the singers hand be sure to scream into it at
the top of your lungs, otherwise no one will hear what a great singer you
are. Hearing is over-rated anyhow, and the crowd and the sound guy will love
you for it.

BONUS TIP: As a last resort, wait until the band takes a break and then get on stage and start playing their instruments. They love this. Even if you
are ejected from the club, you can rest assured in the fact that you have
successfully completed your audition. The band will call you immediately the
following day to offer you a position.

See you at the next gig!

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To the Extreme

One reliable factor about shows of the “extreme metal” variety is that they come as a package. Unlike indie rock or Americana bands, extreme metal bands will plays gigs with at least three other groups on the ticket. That’s a lot of metal, and there exists no genre of music that harbors the number of sub- and micro-genres that metal does. To the untrained ear or to music fans who dislike the more intense corner of metal, Dying Fetus, Skeletonwitch, Demiricous, and the Absence — performing at the Hi-Tone Café Wednesday — might sound indistinguishable. This is not so. They each mine a particular style of unconventional metal.

Dying Fetus has stared at the glass ceiling since their formation in 1991. There’s only so far you can go with a name like that. Regardless, the band has grown a loyal following. Combining old-school American death metal with the noisier end of hardcore, they boast the arms-crossed, tough-as-nails promo photos and testosterone-heavy dynamics that mark a certain school of extreme metal.

The stars of the evening will undoubtedly be Skeletonwitch. Not only do they have one of the best names in metal, their unique amalgam of styles spans the past 30 years of above- and underground metal. While their output has been limited, what they have released so far — including Beyond the Permafrost (on eclectic extreme-metal safe house Prosthetic Records) — points to an interesting formula and future.

Let’s start with the melodic but breakneck duel guitar riffing and leads that bring to mind early Iron Maiden and, more specifically, Diamond Head’s classic Lightning to the Nations album from 1980. This sound begat the explosion of thrash metal that would start taking over the West Coast in the mid-’80s (Metallica, Slayer, Exodus, Death Angel, Megadeth), and one can hear a lot of that in Skeletonwitch’s attack. The quintet does its ’80s metal homework (which has nothing to do with big hair or the Sunset Strip) and keeps its grades up into the ’90s.

There are several attributes that put Skeletonwitch under the banner of extreme metal. Another umbrella term with a multitude of strains, extreme metal more often than not refers to the metal that resembles grindcore, death metal, black metal, or noisy experimental metal.

Skeletonwitch first made a major footprint on the underground in the late ’80s. Vocalist Chance Garnette can do the low-end troll grunt of death metal and immediately switch over to the high-pitched screech normally associated with Northern European black metal. He’s also the only member of Skeletonwitch without a nickname, the others being his brother Nate “N8 Feet Under” Garnette on guitars, Scott “Scunty D” Hedrick on guitars, Eric “Harry” Harris on bass, and Derrick “Mullet Chad” Nau on drums.

I don’t quite understand the meaning of “N8 Feet Under” or “Scunty D,” but I understand where their harmonious guitar relationship comes from. It comes from a love and combination of Thin Lizzy, Iron Maiden, Helloween, Slayer, and the groundbreaking early-’90s melodic and technical prowess of Carcass and At the Gates. It results in riffs and solos that are fast, loud, furious, and put together like an engine, but they’re also unbelievably catchy.

The challenging nature of Garnette’s vocals is in slight contrast to the tunefulness of Beyond the Permafrost. Regardless, if you are at all curious as to what constitutes real metal, this is the band to check out. With an old-school thrash-metal logo, cover artwork by up-and-coming artist John Baizley (who is also in Southern metal saviors Baroness), and song titles like “Soul Thrashing Black Sorcery,” “Baptized in Flames,” and “Remains of the Defeated,” the package and presentation live up to the sound. I just can’t argue with an album cover that features a human skull with deer antlers piled high with snow. Live, the band is a beast (I had the pleasure of seeing them jump on a bill at Murphy’s last year), moving all over the stage — something that metal bands have an unfortunate tendency to avoid.

Also on the bill at the Hi-Tone is another combo that bows to the history of metal. Demiricous execute nothing new, though if their latest album, Two (Poverty), is any indication, they worship at the altar of Def Jam-era Slayer (Reign in Blood, South of Heaven, and Seasons in the Abyss), which I’ll take any day over the dimwitted Hot Topic/Warped Tour “metal” of bands like Avenged Sevenfold and Atreyu. Rounding out the evening’s lineup is the similarly minded revivalist thrash metal of the Absence, a band that, along with Demiricous, calls the venerable Metal Blade Records home.

So, as readers may have ascertained, this will not be a night for the weak-hearted or hearing-sensitive. For the most part, it is a snapshot of the extreme-metal underground as it stands in 2007. Too bad it’s missing Halloween by two weeks. That would have been the perfect storm of heavy-metal experiences.