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Chris Joss Strikes Again With ‘Sticks’

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Barely a month out of the gate at press time, the new Chris Joss album Sticks is hot, hot , hot. Joss is up to his usual multi-instrumentalist tricks here–sitar, flute, heavy funk-tastic bass and a host of other delicious textures. His love of the more exotic sounds of 60s and 70s film is front and center–and when it’s a Chris Joss record that’s never a bad thing.

His previous albums have sonic tributes to cinematic touchstones including Lalo Schifrin, Isaac Hayes, and John Barry. But Sticks sounds more influenced by phases in analog music history rather than specifc albums–the Maharishi-era Beatles, Get Carter-period Roy Budd, that specific year when women dancing in go-go cages really caught on, you get the picture.

All Music Guide’s Rick Anderson tries to take Chris Joss to task for evoking these atmospheres, saying they’re for people who like “around watching cheesy movies from the ’60s and cheerfully doing the swim while bell-bottomed boys with bowl haircuts play cheerfully wanky psychedelic music.” But in declaring Joss to be “not terribly original” Anderson reveals that he completely misses the point. You might as well dismiss Daft Punk for being repetitive and too reliant on synthesizers.

Standout tracks on Sticks include Danger Buds, the “Have some opium, then” Little Nature, and my current favorite, Night Scare. All I can say is for anyone who watches Get Carter for the soundtrack as much as Michael Caine’s “ten feet tall and bulletproof” antics, the purchase of new Chris Joss record is a foregone conclusion. Sticks is a lovely, swirling and smoky collection of grooves.

PS–Chris Joss is best experienced for the first time via his jukebox sampler at the official website. There is a LOT to discover there…

Serge Gainsbourg and Screamin’ Jay Hawkins

I am speechless. I truly, truly have no speech. Just watch this damn thing and remember that Serge Gainsbourg is the guy who not only recorded “Striptease” with Nico, but also had all that sex with Jane Birkin. Do you think he was wishing he were somewhere else during all this? Like on a movie set helping some 20-something starlet remove her chanteuse outfit? Oh, how the mighty have wobbled. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Serge Gainsbourg and Screamin’ Jay Hawkins dueting on CONSTIPATION BLUES.



Morrissey as Few Have Seen Him Before

There are a million jokes I could make here about Headmaster Rituals, reeling around Morrissey’s fountain, or simply a “You Handsome Devil!”. Instead I’ll simply give credit where credit is due–I discovered this image at the politcally correct International House of Pussy blog. I somehow missed this–it was a seven-inch single released in 2008 in the UK, and while some may think it qualifies as an entry in the WTF series, I will point out that Mister Stephen Morrissey is looking rather buffed out in this picture considering his age. It DOES have the vinyl tie-in I usually require for inclusion in Turntabling, though some might be afraid to look to see whether those are 12-inch singles or 45s. Don’t be afraid, just pretend you are at the doctor’s office. Heh.

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WTF: Truth In Advertising with Krak Attack

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For reasons I shall NEVER understand, some performers are obsessed with toilets and asses on their album covers. I broke out the Ouija board and consulted with Sigmund Freud about this, and according to Freud’s ghost the whole thing boils down to a  subconscious desire to sell music with truthful packaging. This record, no doubt, sounds JUST LIKE ASS.

P.S. I couldn’t bring myself to reproduce this album cover any larger than this size. Ick.