It’s been a shitty couple of weeks of not doing this show but we’re back on the air and not about to stop! So, go to DeepEllumOnAir at 2PM CST today to live stream the show and get all the updates to what’s going on and also, call in to 214-760-1265 to talk about whatever you want. This is going to be a casual show.
Let me fire this one off with this editorial description about the Space Apaches.
“Kinda like a psychedelic Eagles with a sense of humor…” The Space Apaches create music that makes you feel good! Authentic music, recorded more like Steely Dan albums than contemporary productions. The Space Apaches is composed of talented Asheville, NC session (studio) players that put together really cool, meticulously-crafted rock music fused with a “spaced out” country vibe. The songs are upbeat and take you to a place of “feeling great!” They even do a few cool covers like “Just Dropped In” and a gothic rendition of “Ghost Riders in the Sky” guaranteed to increase your IQ algorithmically! One listen reveals the truth… Whoa!
After repeated listens to this album, these guys aren’t messing around as this description sums up Space Apaches pretty well.
Clearly that’s not enough though because there’s still a lot more going on with this band and their album Smokin’ Voyages. Continue reading
I don’t know what my tastes are with jazz music these days. I mean, I think I enjoy it but I don’t listen to it as much as I should? Sometimes I find myself filling out some surveys that have asked me my tastes in music and when I see jazz, I hesitate, trying to figure out what jazz sounds like.
Eons ago, I went into a local CD store and while skimming through their shoddy selection, I saw a CD by a California act called SkinnerBox — not to be confused with the “Ska/Punk” band — where by the first listen, they took me to the largely abandoned Victorian era with their attic-confined piano and violins, ghostly in that creaky Coraline kind of way.
I guess that could be jazz? It was genuinely creepy, like cracking open Little Nemo in Slumberland or really, more like as if I were Nemo going on that dream ride.
Well, I haven’t listened to anything like that since, until I listened to Kiravell’s Vaudevellia.
I’m reminded of that scene in Red Dragon when Lecter tries to kill the detective in his study and delivers some memorable lines.
Don’t resist, so gentle like slipping into a warm bath.
And while listening to Vaudevellia! isn’t like getting stabbed by Hannibal Lecter, I could only imagine submitting to his warm bath suggestion when the songs begin to pour down into my ear holes.
This is essentially, jazz in every which way you can think of, but with a more creative alt-pop sensibility.
For one, I think Kiravell has appropriately tangled herself up in a glorious loop of great ideas. Because she ultimately starts with nothing and molds that, into these coherent motions, as if she we doing Tai Chi or anything related to slow, graceful and meditative moves.
What’s especially great about her kind of jazz this is that her style of music are entirely made from her ideas, from scratch, meaning that if she’s inspired by anything, the sources are from rare undiscovered places she only knows about, or she’s oddly inspired and motivated by her own energy.
For instance, I think it’s bold and wonderful that she has a instrumental release of her album. For music enthusiasts, especially for jazz music, the ear picks different melodies to add to.
You can check out the full vocal version of her album here,
The album opens with Pache Mama, where she glides over the, in-between spaces of rhythm with her piano playing. I mean, right from the moment she starts putting me under the spells of her spoken word, I’m not expecting her to build anymore because why bother? If she did, it might just blow my mind.
Is it just me or does anyone else like the smell of mildew in a house?
Nevermind because Charge is the next track, where she gets me again with her piano playing. He voice is perfect for her melodies, and when she sings the chorus, “midnight air”, she locks me in again.
Somewhere online, her music is tagged under the category of Chakra jazz, and I’m down with that if this is what that sounds like. She might actually be the only one doing it.
Her track Aladin reminds me of The Cranes, a band I haven’t heard in a long time but now that she’s pulled that trigger, I love this album even more.
1st Light is a great track. I love when she plays the piano in-between the beat. It’s sultry when she finds her own groove. Somehow, it reminds me of Tori Amos’ From The Choirgirl Hotel, or the mesh covered patio of some old farmhouse? I love the changes she makes, accenting her reach to other bars or holding back.
It’s all about the subtleties with this one. About the only part that’s recognizable as familiar jazz music is when she goes into a more rapid section of the song; what is that… like, tango?
But she doesn’t come back to my favorite first half of the song, which is slightly disappointing, only because I love it so.
After this, is the track Mire, which is spacious and vocal bliss. It’s at this point in the album I find her voice is haunting, especially when she imposes layers in her vocals.
Of the few songs on this album that are cohesive pieces of recognizable pop, Yellow Hazy is one of them. Following that, is Delta, and I simply can’t say enough about that song… so I won’t. Well, other than the fact that it’s much like the other tracks where I’m now confused as to how much I love this album.
Kiravell is scaring me now.
She’s got everything I love in this and I don’t know, now I’m all like confused and a little dizzy? Oh, man. I better sit down for a bit because now the violins in Veiled Lady have a hold of me. Those are violins, right? Or are they Sirens?
Again, the jazz music of Kiravell is mesmerizing. With confidence, I can say it’s unlike most anything out there and at some point, you’re going to get a few keys stuck in your head.
She’s one of a kind and I really, genuinely, can’t wait to hear more.
(The Inquisitr) – What is Chernobyl like today? You ever stand around and wonder that when you’re doing something mundane?
That’s assuming you’ve heard, read or otherwise more directly know about the incident.
Maybe you’re wondering after decades since the Chernobyl disaster, what’s become of the life around there?
The Chernobyl disaster site has actually been buzzing with activity for years, mostly of scientists and researchers who are wondering about the impact the radiation there has on the wild life.
One group of researchers discovered that some of the wild mammals that we once common in the area before the disaster, are beginning to come back and establishing a kind of ecosystem that shows promise of a new future.
Here, we look at the research at the Chernobyl site and what those researchers have discovered.
Let’s just go ahead and say what SideWave fans have been wanting this release the whole time since 2009, a full-length album to proclaim that SideWave isn’t just another ninetiestolgic trip into the lush.
Maybe it’s a new thing that bands who release their work online will overtime, create album equivalents in short spurts of creativity. The separation between live SideWave fans and those of us who experience them in the matrix, is great where these guys perform songs they haven’t yet released.
Therefore music listeners will be excited for the release of the full-length Glass Giant for different reasons. For those who are looking for an album that fills aural space with sonic sound from wall to wall, then this is the release you’ve been waiting for!
Release is the word I use for these things because I reserve the world album for something you can hold in your hand, before I decide to apply it to something restricted to a download.
I’m going to start loosening up with that to say that this is an album with thoroughly connects from beginning to end kind of like those car rides with friends where you’re blasting an album and anticipate the next track.
That moment happens between the tracks Supersonic and into Sundrop, the same feeling you have when listening to the first two Smashing Pumpkins albums.
Decades ago a good friend of mine and I went to Lollapalooza where I was first exposed to an amazing band named Failure, during their outstanding and still relevant album Fantastic Planet, which I recall with the first track off of this album, Grounded when they tap into the essence of Heliotropic.
In the case of Failure, it’s the last song on the album which still blows me away as another dynamic thrown in my direction where that energy is how SideWave starts this album; I’ve always wondered when someone would do that and so they have.
Their second song Lace is a bit of a stumble, a bit of a yawner for me and not the most exciting part of my drift through space, which makes the album seem like it’s starting over again with the third track Supersonic.
The track Honest To God made this bitter atheist wonder if I didn’t get tricked into listening to a Christian rock band before I remember hearing some of the most amazing music I’d ever listened to on Christian radio, years ago. Of course, how can anyone naturally be dismissive of the idea of a deity when adrift among the stars?
While I’m talking about being adrift, if you can imagine, this music is more deserving of being in orbit around large spacial bodies, such as with the catchy and swerve heavy Pines, a personal favorite for the way the bass swings the rest of the song around.
Glass Giant is confident and yet still remains in the shadow of those bands which came before with tracks like Romance Is Dead where they seem to run out of steam or as mentioned earlier, the poppy but guarded Lace, which is best pick as a single off of this entire album.
I don’t have a problem that they’re likely in the same key through this whole thing. I could solve the problem by listening to the tracks individuality but I like how refreshing some of these tracks are such as Illusion Of Light. The only real weakness here is how vocally timid Phil Golyshko is through many of these songs. It would be good to hear him pull away from the mundane and experiment a bit as it would make for a far more fascinating album.
If you haven’t picked up on this yet, when it comes to this album, my tastes are nostalgically heavy with the deep cuts against the unnecessary comparison to the gaze rockers before them. And if I were to treat this with the respect a full length album deserves, I’m going to say they aren’t quite there yet.
At a certain point the album starts to drone and have no doubt they could go numb during their set. But space rock fans are multi-aware so they’ll certainly lock right in. For the rest of us though, we need a track like Hearts to bring us right back to the principles the nation of Sidewave are founded on.
This could all be a endurance experiment for them and they can just sort through the tracks that stick to familiarize themselves for future albums. But there is no doubt that with the help of Aaron Harris of Pusifer and ISIS who mixed this album, this debut is the album fans have been waiting for.
Another tragic incident in America and this time the name attached is Chris Harper Mercer, a name that the Douglas county sheriff refused to say when making a statement, claiming that it would be glorifying the killer.
The standard process here is that despite his reluctance to give this information, the news would eventually come out in order to associate someone to the massacre and with that come heroic stories like that of Chris Mintz who blocked the door to keep the shooter out.
It’s already public information that Chris is a survivor of the shooting but these details force us to examine the incident in more detail and think about the cause and effect of each decision, especially with what we know, that Mercer shot his way through the door and thus overpowering Mintz.
But as he’s lying on the ground, he apparently said to the shooter, “It’s my son’s birthday today.”
One report says:
He was shot in the back, abdomen and hands, and had two broken legs…
…according to Mintz’s aunt. His plea was rewarded with two more shots, Wanda Mintz told The Daily Beast.
This could all be bad information due to rushed reporting (the only time when professional news media can have the unprofessionalism of a regular blogger) but if you read further in the last report linked, it reads:
Mintz was hit in the abdomen, upper back, left hand, and once in each leg.
If all of that information is correct, then there’s some indication here that despite the way they’re trying to paint this guy as cold-blooded and uncaring, might have shown sympathy for Mintz by shooting him in the legs. So, there’s a possibility here that it might have saved him.
I can’t help but think about those many reports about cops shooting unarmed people — not unlike this situation if only for the pulling of one trigger as it comes down to the two men one gun scenario — where they go for the killzone rather than go for a leg shot. Again, from what we can determine so far is that Mercer did this, twice.
Not to say that Mercer was an outstanding dude. He did end up killing a lot of people. And as much as I would like to make a generalizations about this guy — as I do with gun rights activists, tea-baggers, Reich wingers and other extremophiles — all it comes down to is a guy making a bold effort to show up at a public place with a bunch of guns they were able to get because his supporters let him. After all, they made the hard part easy, all he had to do was carry it out.
And since this post does mention cops, one thing to pay special attention to is Mercer’s support of cops after the shooting of sheriff deputy Darren Goforth as mentioned in this New York Times article,
In case anyone’s wondering, I’m not on the side of the suspect, I’m on the side of the officer, and generally don’t agree with the black lives matter protests.
But going back to the statement made by Douglas county sheriff John Hanlin, making a decision to not name the killer under this idea that it would glorify the killer and influence other gunmen, is wrapped up in a point of view that is only his and needs the power of that conviction for itself to become influential enough for people with an ounce of intelligence to agree.
John Hanlin’s point of view is in the same direction and even in league with Chris Harper Mercer but has the protection of law enforcement to be able to commit his shootings with little to no consequences at all. You can tell by his blatant support of extremist Reich wing ideas.
There’s no doubt in my mind and in that of commonsense people that all the red flags neighbors saw in Mercer, combat boots, green army pants, white t-shirt (which he wore every single fucking day) and shaved head is just normal and patriotic to people like John Hanlin.