:Episode Sixty-Nine: 8.11.2017
| Artist | Title | Album |
|---|---|---|
| Carlton Melton | Hidden Lights | Hidden Lights |
| Headland | Building Dwelling | True Flowers From This Painted World |
| Da Captain Trips | Mother Earth | Adventures In The Upsidedown |
| Ancient Ocean | Titan's Island | Titan's Island (Single) |
| The Hunted Hare | Magic Circle | Nothing Is Always |
| Mad Walls | Really Think So | Somewhere Anywhere |
| Electric Moon | Stardust (The Picture) | Stardust Rituals |
| Red Axes | Ride The Sus | The Beach Goths |
| Kelley Stoltz | Same Pattern | Que Aura |
| Cool Ghouls | Legs In September | Gord's Horse |
| Conrad Schnitzler | 6 | Gelb |
| Franco Battiato | La Paranoia | La Convenzione |
| John Cale | Gun | Fear |
| Maria Monti | Il Letargo | Il Bestiario |
| Taj Mahal Travellers | I | August 1974 |
Description
The episode opens with a track from the latest release by Carlton Melton, who of late have been a little less (face) Melton, and a little more (George) Carlton (George Karl, of course, being an NBA coach known for his laid-back approach. Also, when he coached the Sonics back in the 90s, his daughter went to my high school and I used to sometimes see him in the morning, dropping her off - NBA Coaches: just like us).
Later in the show I play Franco Battiato, in honor of the fact that several of his early albums are receiving long-overdue reissues this fall from Superior Viaduct, and John Cale, my favorite member of the Velvet Underground, in honor of the fact that Portland resident Todd Haynes has announced he is making a documentary about the VU, which, given that only two of the four founding members are still alive (and Mo Tucker is a right-wing headcase) and there's almost no archival footage of them, might be a bit of a challenge.
Finally, we end with Taj Mahal Travellers, and a track from their gorgeous album August 1974, recorded 43 years ago this month. From Julian Cope's Japrocksampler review: "Underplaying the deep theta meditations of the first record, here the Taj Mahal Travellers fuss with their primitive electronic gadgetry and Ur-babble like endangered species seeking collective closure, this album's refusal to dwell in deep ponds of reverb ensuring that the first clawing steps towards the individual are forever approaching, and all achieved with such a remarkable sense of orchestration that a strangely syncopated universal funk develops between the six." Couldn't have put it better myself.