Back around 1970, Joe Walsh wasn’t in The Eagles. He was riding with The James Gang, and they had this little tune Funk #49. If you’ve never heard it before, don’t worry, you will have. Its DNA is scattered throughout the dozens of songs it’s influenced. And damn, the man has the same guitar as […]
Even this man’s shoes rocked.
Canada’s The Odds lay down a superb cover of fellow Canadian Neil Young’s 1969 classic. This is a hard song to get right. It has a slippery beat and chord progression. Unless played tightly, it can easily turn into a grunge fest; most bands usually mess it up (including Young himself). Anyway. That riff, and […]
“Make a cup of tea, put a record on.” There was something very mater-of-fact and British about Elastica, who came and went in a flash in the mid 1990s. Not British, like say The Kinks, but British as in Get out of my way, or I’ll kick your fucking head in. Legend has it, they […]
About 50 years ago, the Rolling Stones were young, vibrant, energetic, hip, cool, and dangerous; and they also happily embraced the idea of a “music video” (or music promo, as they used to call them) and how you could use one to covey a sense of what a band was all about. This track still […]
Akron, Ohio is the city that’s gone, and this is probably the best live version of the song I’ve yet heard from Chrissie Hynde (the original American rock chick in London (actually, the second, after Jimi Hendrix)). What are Chrissie’s band The Pretenders all about? They’re all about a slinky, groovy interplay between two guitars and […]
Lust for Life would work as a rock song even if it was played by your grandparents on glockenspiel and bongo drum. What else can be said. The song kicks it, and the man has the moves (when I get to Iggy Pop’s age, I’ll be glad if I can still walk).
A million bands (give or take) have covered Iggy Pop’s 70’s hit The Passenger (hey, it’s easy to play), but few have ever captured the Pop’s cool detachment. Siouxsie does, and the musical arrangement here steps above the typical four-chord thrash approach most bands veer off into.
The key to a good rock song is a sharp euphemism. “I am little tin soldier, that wants to jump into your fire.” Work that one out for yourself, baby. On a good day (circa. the late ’60s), the Small Faces could tear a hole in the fabric of the universe.
Some how or other, The Black Crowes missed the 1980s entirely and slammed down some 70s funk, rock, bomb-blast, tie-dye, psychedelia, and soul, into the heart of the 1990s. Feel it, man. You know what kind of territory you’re heading into when the band are performing on Persian rugs; and I bet if you vacuumed […]