by carl wilson

If Not Now, Then. Also, Monsters of Rock!

nprtallica.jpgWho says Metallica's gone soft? From here they went right down to the co-op to get some organic goat's blood.... oh. Goat's milk. Whatevs.

If you're following the CRTC's radio-censorship case in Montreal, then the place to be reading is Marc Weisblott's radio blog.

But if you're a music fan, then the radio story you really should follow is the American payola-all-ovah story: Read Jamie Surowiecki's column and on-line dialogue with Ben Greeman at the New Yorker.

If you're waiting desperately for the Hidden Cameras' brilliant new album, then I regret to inform you that problems with cover art will see it delayed it to Aug. 3.

If you're upset the Toronto Blues Festival (like Lollapalooza before it) was cancelled, then take these sops of comfort: The Gram Parsons tribute has relocated to Hugh's Room on Saturday; the Weakerthans have migrated over to the Mod Club, Fri July 23. If you think that doesn't make you feel a damn bit better for missing out on an Earl Scruggs/Big Boi doubleheader, then I'm with you. (And if you have a theory why this seems to be the summer of over-ambitious concerts that go down in flames, then I'm all ears.)

If you heart Franz Ferdinand or like me you're "meh" on 'em, then you should still read the most passed-around piece of rock-crit this week, Rob Sheffield's witty Village Voice screed, "All the Young Dance Whores."

If you're happy-sad to hear that the posthumous Elliott Smith album From a Basement on the Hill is due out in October on Anti-, then don't clap your hands, click this link and listen to Madeline Peyroux sing Smith's Between the Bars. (Via Stereogum.) Nice to hear from Peyroux, with her Billie Holiday-gone-cajun quaver; I've been waiting for the followup to her first album, Dreamland, since it came out in 1996. (By the way, the only interview Elliott Smith will ever give about this album is here and here. Hard to read now. I wonder if the murder/suicide question is ever going to be resolved?)

Finally, if you're going to see the Metallica documentary, then try to avoid jerking your knee in the bully boys' chorus line (there are more but I can't be bothered): "This bunch of touchy-feely pussies started sucking years ago and now they expect us to feel sorry for them, fuuuuuuck thaaaat! heaavvvvy meeeetaaaal!"

Fact is that metal has been about therapy for, like, ever. Separate out the psyche-Sabbath origins and the glam part that's just a giddy mud bath in great gushes of testosterone, and what you have left is sulking about mummy and daddy, once more with bad, bad feeling.

The ascent of metal clocks pretty tight with the spike in the divorce rate, and from Slayer to Slipknot it's all broken-home symphonies. For further discussion, see the best thing Blender's ever printed (certainly the only one that ever made me say, "Shit, man, they stole my idea").

So, if therapy is just the continuation of metal by other means, then will it go on to sap away the rage at metal's molten core (blah blah blah)? Anybody who thinks so hasn't had much contact with therapy - if anything it will just generate more material. (Though the transference does complicate things, just remember to sing "Satan" wherever you feel like singing "Dr. Schwarzman.") What really saps the headbanger's anarchic fury is, well, growing up, and though I haven't seen Some Kind of Monster yet, I'm betting that's the theme it's really running through its looking glass, and if so, then the cultural spinal cord it's tapping has a lot to do with the way machismo a la JD-and-power-chords doesn't equip men very well for that shocker.

Which is a lot more interesting than the fucking Osbournes, which, my friends, was the true disgrace to rock'n'roll.

Please now stab your fingers at your computer in devil-horn formation to properly conclude this blog entry.

News | Posted by zoilus on Friday, July 16 at 11:45 AM | Linking Posts | Comments (1)



yeah but that village voice piece is pretty funny, esp if you've seen the movie.

Posted by sean dixon on July 18, 2004 09:12 AM




Zoilus by Carl Wilson