Urge Overkill: Singularity Rocks!


I will start off by saying this:
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If for no other reason than this band made one of the greatest Rock n Roll records of all time:
SATURATION
Some of you might know them for their Neil Diamond cover from Pulp Fiction, which is cool and the exposure it gave the band was well deserved. But the recognition the band deserves is for their album SATURATION
I dig all their other stuff but there are two ways I view SATURATION.
First I was an erstwhile college kid when I first heard Sister Havanna, one of the superlative cuts from SATURATION on the college radio station, and was instantly hooked. It was infectious like all great Rock n Roll is supposed to be. It came out smack dab in the middle of the Grunge movement but was not a Grunge album at all and neither was the band’s sound nor image. These cats were rockers and drew no quarter nor asked for any. They set themselves apart and seem to inhabit another part of the ether all their own.
Second as a time piece Saturation stands the test and still, to this day, sounds as fresh to me as it did when I first heard it. It is that freaking good! You get, first, great song writing, which is paramount for any endeavor. Great drum sounds which pummel you but not in a Heavy Metal way but with style and grace. The Crunchiest guitar riffage I have ever come across and just slick and clever arrangements. It has a polish to it which you would expect might dampen the vitality but listening to the work, from beginning to end, as you should all great Rock N Roll Records, still makes me feel like these cats are gonna come bursting out of the speakers and kick somebody in their rear. When somebody says “the bands calling themselves rock bands really don’t rock anymore” are comparing the newer, lamer ones to this Rosetta Stone of ROCK GREATNESS.

I am now going to get their latest and re-listen to all the other stuff I have. I make recommends all the time and can think of no other band I would feel more comfortable turning someone on to, especially SATURATION.

Let me give you an example of how powerful their album SATURATION was to me. I was recording my album SUPA GOOD, we were listening to play backs, and the bass player put it on as we were sitting around and I mentioned the band. He was also a fan. I still, after years of not listening to it, I still knew every word to every song, every break, every guitar solo, and crunchy guitar goodness. That folks is powerful stuff. If I were to do a Rock N Roll album SATURATION would be a place I would start as a primer, it is that good.

Thank you Urge Overkill for being a great Rock N Roll band.

Did I type SATURATION enough?
Get it, learn it, OWN IT!

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Taste Makers and the Soul of Rock N Roll: Parsing the Ether


Taste Makers and the Soul of Rock N Roll: Parsing the Ether

Does Rock n Roll exist anymore? Probably not in the way it was once conceptualized by the masses. Here is why. From my previous post
I expounded liberally on the useless distinction for Indie Rock and really most of the sub genres now I will school you on what has happened, like you don’t already know, which I am sure you do.
We have to go all the way back to 1950 something. Elvis, Carl Perkins, and Johnny Cash were recording rockabilly history at Sun studio in Memphis, Ray Charles was making awesomeness at Atlantic in New York, and Muddy Waters and Howling Wolf were blazing blues standards at Chess in Chicago. Tons of others were also doing the same in their own way. They were feeding the information pipeline of the day: the record store and the radio and then television to some extent and the trade print that their art received. That was just about the whole shooting match. But guaranteed elsewhere there were people all over the place making music in bars, restaurants, garages, basements, street corners, swap meets, basements, and solitary rooms which will never be heard again. Was most of it passable? This depends on the context of the listener and its maker. If the goal was to bring joy and joy was brought then most assuredly it passed muster. Was it worthy of archiving? Most likely it was not. Sure Jimmy Dale sitting in his bedroom off of Union Ave. in Memphis, a few blocks from Sun, probably thought he did a mean Blue Moon of Kentucky but it was probably not worth the tape it would have taken to record it. (Jimmy Dale is a totally made up character but I would bet good money that someone similar, or hundreds of someone similar, abounded.)This leads to the next point.
Fast forward or skip scenes to now. The Jimmy Dale of 2012 has not only the ability to record his Blue Moon of Kentucky, but on better equipment than Sam Phillips ever thought about or dreamt. Sir George Martin would have killed to have recorded the Beatles on this type of technology which can be had for a few hundred bucks. Not only that but the Jimmy Dale can pump his Blue Moon of Kentucky out to the entire planet, forget the local Poplar Tunes record store or Wal-Mart but the ENTIRE PLANET! Someone in Bahrain can get online and hear him, seconds after he hits the enter button on his keyboard. What does this give us? A world cluttered with music which, most of the time, no one really wants to hear. Why? Because it is unoriginal, or not well performed, or boring, or stale, or all the above and just hard to listen to and no one has the ability to start cutting through layer after layer or shovel dirt pan after dirt pan to reach the gems. Why? There is too much digging involved. We don’t have all day to dig and after a bit of it you just become frustrated and go back to listening to the things you used to or the bands new tracks that you already know about and hope at some point something will cross your fancy.
We have entered a conundrum which is so meaty. When the audience first got all access, via Napster and other P2P, they really did not search out new bands as much as steal from the ones they already loved or knew about. The new ones they checked out they were learning about from the traditional routes they always had. At the same time digital recording was really coming into its own and more and more people were flooding the internet with music and anyone that studied on it long enough could figure out how to get their music on all the .mp3 sites. All of sudden there was bombastic overload and the lingering question of “what to do about it?”
This only became a preponderating situation once people could stream music and basically flood the entire internet with their own masterpieces. Music is literally everywhere out there. Good, bad, mediocre, middling, and some absolutely fantastic. But where does that leave the normal passive listener?
People on one hand were clamoring “we want our freedom to listen to all the music we can and don’t you try to stop us” and others “hey I do not know what to listen to because there is too much to listen to.” This is where the record company suits should be provided a time machine, be allowed to go back, exit the time machine, find themselves and kick themselves for being so stupid and not jumping on this in some way, because they really did nothing proactive, on a large-scale, that I can see. Because whether the average Joe wants to admit it or not he wants people to tell him what to like, at least the generations brought up on bland radio and record stores. The record companies did provide a filter they were the last one. After an artist had made it through some touring, put out some things, worked through all the agents, club owners, and manager types and still had enough left in the proverbial bank to cut it the label would release something and most of the time it was passable if not downright great. They took chances on people who need chances taken on them and many of our musical tastes are much better for it. They are no longer serving in that capacity because the big timers are after the big buck and the smaller labels who used to take more chances cannot afford it or are not even in existence any longer.
Enter the taste maker. A taste maker is similar to a music critic but then again they serve the role, in a way, record companies used to serve. Apparently when these cats heard or read the quote “everyone’s a critic” they took it to heart and did something about it. They are parsing the ether to pull out the gems for you. Many people like this because, frankly, they like to be told what is cool because they want to seem cool themselves, they do not have time, they want to out hip their friends, or they simply trust the guidance of the taste maker and go with it because they just want to hear some rocking music prêt-à-porter.
A caveat to all my friends who are critics: you are still critics and I am not belittling your trade in the slightest, especially if you have been a critic of music for over 10 years. Critics have always been taste makers. But due to the large volume of music out there people are screaming to give them guidance and there is really a demand because supply side is through the roof. They want the freedom of mass content but do not have the ability, time, or patience to do the parsing themselves. Kind of like a kid given free rein at a toy store for 30 minutes, where to start?
The taste maker websites will continue to thrive and people will latch on to them, no matter how cool they think they are, because they are incapable of choosing their own music, even the hipsters who were not smart enough to start their own taste making website. The ones that did have to turn in your hipster badge because you are part of the machine! (I Kidding)

These are strange and intense times. It almost seems the very soul of Rock N Roll and music for that matter depends on this. It was just that no one knew it was so big.