Posted by admin on Tuesday, December 1, 2009 |
Posted by admin on Tuesday, November 24, 2009 |

Only caught Wet Hair and Talk Normal.  New space configuration at The Josephine, with the bands against the longer wall, allowing more immediate access to the band. No riser there so you are standing right in front of the drummer -- love that. Wet hair merging analog and digital nicely.  Talk Normal mesmerizing. Both bands about the trance not about the song. Freedom from verse-chorus-verse!


Posted by admin on Thursday, November 12, 2009 |

The Mommyheads were a band worshipped in the yesteryears of the nineties. (Their out-of-print record Acorn is still on the top ten records of all time list.) Got a random opportunity to see the keyboard player of that band, Michael Holt, perform in Stockholm in an invite-only performance at Polar Studios. He was brilliant, putting on a one man show of his material that had clear ties to the Mommyheads sensibility in terms of intricate song writing with a sort of edgy earnestness.  Lots of funny moments amidst the heartfelt music, including him mimicking his hosts' Swedish and him getting freaky on the keys. The sound was off the hook in the studio as he banged on a grand piano -- the same one used by Led Zeppelin when recording In Through The Out Door or Abba in recording, well anything they recorded. Not so common for a show to occur in the space -- it was all lit with candles, microphones scattered about.

Opening were the Edmonton Aylers, who had a mix of instrumentals and songs with vocals.  Never overplaying but clearly with the chops to play, they let loose a series of dynamic, melodic tunes that set the stage well for Michael. Their name is some kind of pun involving soccer and free jazz.

And starting things off was Liny Wood, who belted out some emotive compositions.

Posted by admin on Tuesday, November 10, 2009 |
Posted by admin on Thursday, October 22, 2009 |

Completely mind blowing.  Where is the beat? What is the beat?  Melody upon melody upon idea upon idea folding in and around with such complete and total command.  At the top of its game.  All the musicians so creative and facile and outta control.  Makes rock seem so amateur.  Which is fine. That's what it is; that's what it's about.  But jazz, especially of this caliber, is in a different stratosphere.  Not even comparable. And they even have a MySpace page. Although music like this is meant to be heard live.