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The Broken Toys – Sobre tu cadáver (2013)

Posted in 2013, Argentina, Power pop, Psicobilly, R&B, Rock, Rock & Roll, Rockabilly, Santa Fe, The Broken Toys with tags , , , , on 27 agosto 2016 by wirtis

TapaHello my beautiful friends, here i am again, once more. With rock and roll, like I always do. Because I love this place – I mind: this blog and the other one – here I can speak like I want it to do it, here is my place.

Today I bring you a great band, one of the best that is playing now in this ugly Argentina where the fascist are in the government but where we are resisting their abuses. The band is The Broken Toys. Maybe you have hear about them, but if don`t, I tell you a few thing: they are from Santa Fe, the play a great mix between fifty R`n´R, rockabilly, beat and swing. Yes, they are a kick in the ass, but a good one because The Broken Toys don`t sound like they were from EEUU, no my friend, the best thing in this band is that they sound very argentinean because their lyrics are very argentinean. And, I can`t let you go without tell you that their vocalist is a great musician, he sound like a frontman from LA Renga but better for me. So this is a record you can`t miss it.

Let me tell you two thing: first one, this kind of music is not commercial so, if you don`t dowload this record right now you will miss it forever because the link will expire in a couple of days. The second one is that this music, this excellent band, have to be supported by people because if not, they will disappear like a lot of real great band that get lost because radio don`t play their music. But the solution is transmitted by internet. So here I let you this great record, enjoy it. The Broken Toys.

 

Nikki Lane – Walk of shame (2011)

Posted in 2011, Country, EEUU, Nikki Lane, Rock, Rockabilly with tags , , , , , on 24 mayo 2015 by wirtis

Walk Of Shame '11Hello my friends, to night I’ll be very quick, because I have a family, a real family waiting for me in other side. But, I just want to talk to anybody and, like I don`t have any friend, I decided to stop by and speak with you.

Tonight I`ll shares you this great rock and roll album: Nikki Lane – Walk of shame. I didn`t know about this band – or girl, cause I still don`t know if they are a band or a single girl – but that thing doesn`t matter, right? The only thing that really matters is that this is a great disc. But, I tell you, it`s took me a long time to ear this one: Why? You ask. Because the esthetic art is awful man, I don`t remember since long time ago to, to have seen such ugly front. Here you have, if you don`t believe me.

Out of that, when I eared, I find a great songs, with a lot of sadness and depression, just like I love. So here you have to ear in this winter night.

In another order of thing, I tell you that, since yesterday, in officially a father because my son Eloy has born. Yes, you sucker; I have continuation in this ugly world. I don`t know if Eloy will, in a few year, glad with his mother and me for bring him here, to this valley of disillusion, but today we are the most happy people in the world and everything is cause of him. So I have to go – and I want it to – to be with him and his mother, because everything of my own belongs to him now, my friend, even this blog.

So here I let you this beautiful disc with this awful art. So give it a chance, you will not regret. Nikki Lane.

Hasil Adkins – Santa Claus boogie/ Blue Christmas

Posted in EEUU, Garage, Hasil Adkins, Raw, Rock, Rockabilly with tags , , , , , , , on 24 diciembre 2014 by wirtis

Portada AI am not in the mood of feel sad about this time of the year. I don`t feel glad either. It just sucks my dick. However, I find this beautiful simple of this great rock and roll looser how sound dirty and raw, I mind Hasil Adkins. I don`t know much about him. I just had listened some old recording and this simple today share with you.

There are two songs, one boogie and one blue. The sound is very dirty and raw, appropriated for this blog; but main thing is that both speaks about Christmas, so there are more appropriated for today. So this is my way to say fuck you Santa, fuck you everybody. Let gets stoned and runaway out.

I would love speak about the way market steal our life making us thing we need stuff. I would love to speak, too, about loneliness and how it so deep and blue this days in the year.  I think it would be great if I was spoken  about me and my pain.

But no, the words are stocked there, deep inside of my hearth. So I just have to go on, drink a little drop of poison, just one more, enough to not fail.

Here I let you Hasil Adkins, a great rock and roll looser. A friend of Wirtis.

The Cramps – Flamejob (1994)

Posted in 1994, Blues, EEUU, Garage, Psicobilly, Punk, R&B, Raw, Rock, Rockabilly, Surf, The Cramps with tags , , , , , , , , , on 27 enero 2014 by wirtis

Good night brothers. Today i bring you something classic, something you have to know if you are a really rock and roll fan. Yes, you sucker, today I bring you The Cramps ¿Have you listen this band, boy?

ImagenOk, I’ll tell you a little about The Cramps. The history began in 1972, in Sacramento (California) when Poison Ivy (Kristy Wallace) meets Lux Interior (Erick Purkhiser). They were two kids fascinated by obscure 50 noise rock and roll and free mind theory’s. So they found their selves in University, in “Art and shamanism” business.

Early they were playing and sharing music. Poison Ivy began to play guitar and Lux Interior to sing. From the beginning they were different to any other band, because they sound dirty and raw, always imitating old band sounds. In fact, brother, you can even imagine garage revival or psycobilly without The Cramps. So important is their function in rock and roll history. Of course, in underground history, but that`s why The Cramps are here and never is going be here shit like Tan Biónica ¿Right?

Well, is not my intention to make a long declaration of knowledge here, no brother. My intention is explain   to you what is what I’m sharing and what is it part in music. This record, Flamejob is the first (and I’m not pretty sure but I thing is the only too) album made for a multinational company: Warner. Yes, so high they arrive but, like always, their sound was so nasty, so god dam dirty that company fired them. So they send Warner to hell and made their own studio. There, they recorded a few disc more.

In 2009 Lux Interior passes away at the age of 62. The rest is history. So here I let you this one, a very, very good album, full of raw and dirty music. Enjoy Flamejob by The Cramps. And enjoy Andre Willians too.

 

Andre Willians – Silk (1998)

Posted in 1998, Andre Willians, Blues, Boogie, EEUU, Funk, Garage, Punk, R&B, Raw, Rock, Rockabilly with tags , , , , , , , , , on 26 enero 2014 by wirtis

ANDRE WILLIAMS: el Bukowski negro

silky2Podría haber conocido a ANDRE WILLIAMS en alguno de esos bares donde el moho convive con la cerveza berreta y prostitutas más borrachas que uno. Quizá en una mesa bien alejada hubiese levantado un vaso, escupiendo su vino, el extra-ordinario Bukowski. Pero Charles ya lleva varios años en otra dimensión: de hecho siempre vivió en otra. Por eso, una noche, en un bar virtual con cerveza berreta real pero prostitutas también virtuales, conocí al viejo Williams. Me contó de su niñez en Alabama, junto a su madre en una vivienda sin terminar. Corta infancia que tuvo su fin a los 6 años, con la muerte de mamá y la adopción de sus tías hasta el mismo día que cumplió 16 y se fue en soledad a Michigan.

Inmediatamente se metió en el mundo más oscuro de la música. Llegó a Fortune Records tras conocer a sus dueños errantes y empezó a tratar de cantar en esos ocultos estudios, al fondo de la peluquería. Sí, sesionó para algunas bandas como los 5 DOLLARS. Cotización ideal para sus dotes de cantante. Pero su desenfado seguía seduciendo a la Fortune. Probaron cambiando el nombre: Andre Williams and the Don Juans, o simplemente Andre ‘Mr Rhythm’ Williams and his New Group. Paradójicamente, “Mr. Rhythm” no daba con el tempo. Entonces intentó algo más o menos novedoso: escupir los versos como su negra garganta los fuera vomitando. Lo divertía la idea de “cantar”, contra todas las limitaciones con que la vida, el mundo y la naturaleza lo habían recibido. Hasta que la Epic Records se interesó en su estilo y le compró una canción a la Fortune. “Habrá sido 1957”, me contaba Andre con su áspera vocecita apaleada por años vehementes, tragos infames, noches heladas, colillas del piso y besos multienfermos. Unos años después, sus amigos de la Fortune invirtieron las regalías y editaron una especie de “Grandes Exitos” de THE DON JUANS. Y con un cuarto de siglo ya sufrido, los gritos de Andre Williams empezaron a hacerse oír. Blues, R&B, big bop, soul… alma negra después de todo, pero con ingredientes que aún no se inventaban.

El estilo sedujo a la bendita Motown, le produjeron el simple “Rosa Lee” y conoció a artistas del sello que opacaban su capacidad interpretativa. Entonces se dedicó a escribir canciones, y a producir a estos artistas. Y le escribió a STEVIE WONDER, a los FIVE-DU TONES, a IKE & TINA TURNER. El nombre Andre y el apellido Williams empezaron a pesar en el soul y en el funk, pero lo de él, lo suyo, seguía siendo algo que no se conocía, que no se encasillaba y que recién años después se pudo definir más o menos como “blues punk”. Siguió escribiendo, produciendo, y hasta se animó a ser manager. ALVIN CASH, THE CONTOURS, EDWIN STARR, confiaron su éxito en el carismático estilo reventado de Andre. Se paseó por otros sellos, se dio el lujo, al fin un lujo, de grabar algunas canciones suyas, porque después de todo eran suyas, que hoy resultan memorables e imprescindibles. Tanto trascendió su olfato para el manejo oportuno en ambientes turbios, que hasta el mismísimo GEORGE CLINTON  le pidió canciones para los PARLIAMENT y los FUNKADELIC, sus épicas bandas que sentaron las bases del funk posmoderno. Entonces, el viejo “Sr. Ritmo” empezaba a cobrar vida verdadera: ahora sí respondía a su inocente apodo. Pero lo de Williams iba más allá de cualquier estilo musical que inventara, interpretara o ayudara a crear sin saberlo.

andre-williams-print-jacket_390 Ya se terminaban los 70 y la idea de seguir ensuciándose las manos con la industria de la música le parecía menos atractiva que la de ensuciarse las manos con la calle, con crack, con alcohol sin etiqueta y dinero mendigado, durmiendo bajo algún puente con mujeres desconocidas cuyas almas valían más que sus cuerpos y esas miserables monedas, pues tenían la suficiente pureza para lavar sus manos con la saliva del desinterés y contener su alma con el cariño de la entrega absoluta. Su cuerpo no importaba, era la única cosa material con la cual estar vivo era tangible.

Década y media en la indigencia y la inmoralidad podría destruir, precisamente, la moral a cualquiera. Pero en  1996 Andre se reencontró con viejos conocidos de ruta y se propuso grabar un disco. Y lo hizo, sí, con nuevas versiones de viejas canciones. Ni el público ni él se sintieron satisfechos. Es más: él ni siquiera se sentía atraído por “Mr. Rhythm”. Ni el disco ni él le gustaban. Entonces comprendió que volver a sus raíces no era volver a sus años de juventud, a lo que hizo o lo que podría haber hecho. Comprendió que volver a sus raíces era permanecer fiel a sí mismo: inventar, innovar, generar, gritar, alarmar, corroer, destruir, construir. Se armó una banda genial y sacó un discazo: “Silky”. Sedoso y provocativo desde la portada hasta el último surco. Un strip-tease violentísimo y por eso irresistible de su propia alma y de la de cada una de sus mujeres y sus anécdotas. El disco más indecente de la historia. El que todavía enfada a los críticos por no encontrarle un rótulo. ¿Y qué es un crítico sin poder etiquetar? La nada misma, como el propio Andre Williams pero sin saber perder.

A partir de allí siguió rodeado de bandas emblemáticas del ruido, la desprolijidad precisa y la sordidez. THE SADIES, THE DIRTBOMBS, THE DIPLOMATS OF SOLID SOUND, GREEN HORNET, MARSHALL BROS, THE NEW ORLEANS HELLHOUNDS y hasta JON SPENCER. Bandas de garage “de ahora”, digamos, con el Andre Williams “de siempre”, pero actualizado. Tanto que, gracias a su disco de 2000, se reinventó con un nuevo mote: “El Padrino Negro”.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAMi amigo Andre está por cumplir 75 años, ahora en noviembre. Su último disco, “That’s All I Need”, no ha cumplido ni 1. Y lo sigue reflejando molesto, gracioso, aburrido, divertido, violento, suave, callejero, de salón. Intenso como Nick Cave, siniestro como Tom Waits, ruidoso como Sonic Youth, delirante como los dos Screamin’ (Jay Hawkins y Lord Sutch), engañoso y destructor como los Pixies, seductor como nadie y violador como ninguno.

Combinando mágica y perfectamente la energía de la juventud con la energía de SU juventud. Que es de otra dimensión, como la de Bukowski esa noche en ese bar. Que después de escupir su vino se rascó el sobaco y se fue con la prostituta más fea del lugar, manoseándola con descaro por el sendero de los perdedores. Si hubiese estado en esa mesa alejada, si hubiese vivido en esta dimensión.

¿Loco? LOQUÍSIMO

 

 

 

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VA – Mondo Zombi Boogaloo (2013)

Posted in 2013, Beat, Blues, Boogie, EEUU, Garage, Instrumental, Los Straitjackets, Melódicos, Mexico, Pop, Psicobilly, Punk, R&B, Raw, Rock, Rockabilly, Rural, Southern Culture on The Skids, Surf, The Fleshtones, Varios Artistas with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on 8 enero 2014 by wirtis

Hello my brothers, here i come again. Maybe is because I’m running away from real responsibilities, maybe because I don`t want to face the truth, I don`t know but I spending all my free time posting here ¿Have you notice, dear? I have it, so I put myself thinking very hard in it.

coverLong days pass doing this. Also I was ill brothers. Yes, illness took myself and launched me in hell. First with a pain full stomachache and after, when I was beginning to eat normally, a very strong flu took me. ¡A shit, Miguel, what fucking looser! I thought myself. And is not too much to say it, brothers, because I spend in diet a real yummy food and that was hard, very hard for me because I’m a glutton boy. I know, that`s way I get ill in first time but, what can I do? I can`t quick eating. However I can control myself and could spend whiteouts eat.

In order to get confused my mind I went to my pc looking something get me out of here, something give me a different point of view. And that`s when I found this record I offer toy you today.

One of the many good things in this album is that there were recorded by Los Straitjackets, The Fleshtones and Southern Culture on The Skids. Each band have pick up one song refer at Halloween topic. The special songs for me are all but is great the version of Monster Mash in Spanish played by tree bands. However this album is a trip for many genres because you have rock and roll, garage, western, Mexican, fuzz, rockabilly and plenty more rhythms.

There are in album too, a very good version of Ghostbuster (yes sucker, the main theme of movie), an excellent cover of The Deadly One (A great surf piece master here in this blog too, take a look around) a cover from main theme in Frankenstein and many, many more shit brothers. A great album is this one and an excellent piece of rock and roll. Ideal for get the fuck out all the illness that took my self yea, with that and cocaine all pain is going to disappear, I know. So here you have: VA – Mondo Zombie Boogaloo 

Barrance Whitfield & The Savages – Savage kings

Posted in Barrance Withfield and The Savages, EEUU, Garage, Punk, R&B, Raw, Rock, Rockabilly with tags , , , , , , , on 6 diciembre 2013 by wirtis

Hello my wirtianos brothers, here i come again. Once more, like always bring the best rock and roll and dirty sounds in the web.

SavageKings_coverToday I bring Barrance Withfield and the Savage. These boys began in late seventies like a funk and rock and roll band.

The history told that Barrance, one day after school when he was looking some dop and some girl to walk with him; came to a music store. Inside there was a very old man, a very ugly too. Once inside, Barrance  said: “hey man, where is the bar, show me to the bar” And the old man answer “you are far away from home boy, I’ll open an account here”  Barrance said “Allright, but give me your best whisky, bartender” The boy answer ”This is not a bar, you dick head, let me show you” And the bartender put some music, an old obscure band of R&B. Barrance get his mind out when ear such a dirty sound. “So savage, so heavy, truly heave” Said the Barrance.

After that he bougt a lot of disc in that market and run to show his band mates. The boys heard what Barrance brought and feel like him.  Soon they find their own sound and began to play louder and raw. Here you have my brother, a very good one: Barrance Witfield and The Savages.

Wanda Jackson – Queen of rockabilly

Posted in EEUU, Punk, R&B, Rock, Rockabilly, Rockabilly Salvaje, Wanda Jackson with tags , , , , , , on 7 enero 2013 by wirtis

wanda-jackson-queen-1Hello you sucker, today i come in double entrance. Yes you sucker!!! Because I want it and because I’m in holydays, so I have a lot of time death in my house. I`m alone, no one come to see me or invited me a joint. Doesn`t matter because I`m used to sprend my time alone, thinking in futuristic histories to tell you. So, if I thing in certainly point of view is a good thing: I don`t lost my time doing bad things like smoke or drink vodka.

Well my friends today I bring you the queen of rockabilly: Wanda Jackson. I`m sure you must know this girl (today a grandmother, but still rocking). She never gets a great fame but, with time their name climbed to the top of history because she was rediscovered and put it in the place that she deserves. She recorded a new album in past decade and shows the little girls how to sound raw and heavy. In fact Amy Winehouse (rest in peace, girl) took their advice and example and recorded a very good version of “You know i`m not good”. But isn`t that material what I bring you today.  No brothers, today I bring you the old recorded of this great musician. So here I let you this great record. Enjoy and comment brothers cause this work only have value if you speak with Wirtis. Here you have: Wanda Jackson!!

 

 

The Monsters – I see dead people

Posted in Beat, Blues, Garage, R&B, Rock, Rockabilly with tags , , , , on 4 julio 2011 by wirtis

Hello my brothers, here i come again, to bring you, this time, a great and unique – like always do Wirtis, friends – colled The Monsters. Maybe you have known them. Because they are real famous in Europe, especially his lead singer the anticommercial, the counter and always restless Reverent Beat Man. Yes, yes, I know: you are filing a lot of love for Wirtis, you are thinking: Wau, man, how nice it would give you a hug!!! Don`t worry, here, from my desk, in front of the Pc I receipt your love, and send you more than this: cause i`m going to publish, there, in blogger; another record. Yaes, yes, seems like joy will never stop this bloody Sunday. I not speak about U2 or shit like that. Don`t misunderstood me, please. But the true is that this has been a horrific and extremely sad weekend for Wirtis. This Friday, my cat, la Michi, who has been walking in shadows and sins with Wirtis since he had eighteen years old; died.  It was logically, she had sixteen years old. But, even in that fact, it`s sad, very sad, cause I feel like now I’m more lonely. First was my mom, later my dog and now la Michi. Maybe you are thinking: “Wirtis, what a piece of shit are you, putting in the same level your mom with a dog and, terrible, with a cat!!! You deserve burn forever, live eternally pain and die in cancer.” It`s true. But I don`t believe people who thing animals are a thing, just that. No. Either belive to that people who say “ohhh, such a beautiful dog, it`s a san for me..!!” No, that`s sick. Very sick. So, my point is: I have been feeling a terrible sadness for my cat`s die. Not only because I like very much her company and she was around here every day since I had eighteen – like I

Reverent Beat Man

Reverent Beat Man

said – but because Michi was the last link with my dog, and he, was the link with my mom. So, a have been feeling that a whole era f

inish with Michi`s died. And it`s very sad understand live is that: a trip where some lower before us and others, after. Sure you

have seen someone die, and, if you don`t, you will see. That’s the rules in this life, but just one rule, no The Rule. Right?

Ok brothers, I went to hell, you known: I love runaway in words. Here, because I want out the sadness – or better: I don’t care for anything anymore – I bring you The Monster and one of these records: “I can see dead people”. They sound so dirty, savage and raw that you will love them since first listening. For me, the highest point in The Monsters is his vocalist: Reverend Beat Man. His voice is drunk, wild and dirty.  And, if this wasn`t a lot, Reverend Beat Man is always making new projects, new bands and a lot of noise. Honestly, I haven`t heard everything of Reverend Beat Man, even have heard everything of The Monsters. But this records was the very first that I have and was responsible to close me to The Monsters. So here I let you, if you already know this band, you know is excellent. And, if you didn`t know then this is a great record for do it. Take it, embrace him: The Monsters!!!!

 

Tom Waits – The heart of saturday night (1974)

Posted in 1974, Blues, EEUU, R&B, Rock, Rockabilly, Rockabilly Salvaje, sicodelia, Tom Waits on 14 junio 2010 by wirtis

El corazón del sábado a la noche, tarde me dirá.

The heart of saturday night (1974)

The heart of saturday night (1974)

Es cierto, tal vez es cieto. Pero me anticipo en realidad, porque los sábados siempre fueron plurales. Todavía lo son. Qué extraño la soledad de escribir, entonces las obligaciones que parten del placer ¿Qué obligaciones son esas Miguel? Ninguna. Porque el placer no puede ser nunca, nunca jamás obligación. O es que en definitiva toda evasión, reconocida o no; termina en el tedio. La publicidad debe tener algo que ver porque la respuesta es importante. No obstante sí importa la predisposición, tanto. Pero la pasión lleva. Aunque la inspiración viene. Entonces las preguntas. De siempre sin respuesta. Siempre. Y así, mientras la música deviene apacible, triste y particular, tan particular como sólo Waits. Inconfundible.  Éste, el corazón del sábado a la noche es su segundo disco, de 1974. Tom Waits es la expresión o respuesta, si se quiere; a la Beat Generation. También, y en cuanto a su postura estética; recuerda a Bukowski. Tiene la misma pinta de borrachín irredento.Sin embargo, estamos ya en los setentas, es decir que la beat generation, como tal, ya estaba instalada el el mainstream yanki. También Bukowski. Fue en esos años que ganó fama internacional. Nada mal para un borrachín perdido como Bukowski. No me malainterpretes, nena. Como les decía Waits, propone una estética similar a estos escritores. De hecho, musicalizó y grabó la música de The Black Ride, obra del homicida Willian Burroughs. Bueno, como reseñaba, Waits supo avanzar y desarrollar una obra personal tan característica, tan propia que lo han fundamentado como uno de los músicos y artista más importante de EEUU.

Bueno. Acá está: Tom Waits “The Heart of SAturday Night”

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