
• They do extended, overblown cover songs of other people's material
• They do an extended, overblown cover of their own song ("Cherry Blossom Clinic Revisited")
• There's narration and recorded-in-the-street chatter in between the tracks, none of which has anything to do with anything
• They interpolate classical themes (Bach, Tchaikovsky, etc.) within rock songs
• Do you see that album cover? Do you see it?
Yet, in spite of all this, Shazam is a terrific record. Coming at a peculiar age in British rock music—at the heels of psychedelia, and at the beginning of prog and what eventually became metal—it's heavy, thudding, brickish, and blown out. It's theatrical and flamboyant. It's grandiose. It's funny. It's phenomenally dumb.
The Move went on to acquire Jeff Lynne, who then started Electric Light Orchestra with main Move-man Roy Wood—who then went off to start Wizzard—and while they came close to the thudding thomp of Shazam on their subsequent records (listen to "Brontosaurus," or the outstanding "Do Ya?" which Jeff Lynne later reworked with ELO), they never topped it.
Dangerous Minds put this up yesterday, and it's great. It's a 1983 episode of some wretched, low-budget cable TV show from Eugene, Oregon. While it's enjoyable enough to watch for its dated production values and awkward banter, there's a solid interview with Jonny and Dee Dee Ramone. The two come off great, while the interviewers just look like airheads. A time capsule of punk spirit butting up against the rest of the world. Just watch.

The Musical Box: The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway
(Pantages Theater, Tacoma, WA) In 1974, the upper-crust lads in Genesis recorded a double concept album about a heroin-shooting Puerto Rican street punk (write what you know, right?) who gets sucked into a wall and has wacky adventures on the other side. Hatched largely from singer Peter Gabriel's subconscious, The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway is full of strange religious symbolism, disturbing sexual imagery, and ungainly 9/8 grooves—it's a baffling, remarkable record. Tonight, a Montreal tribute band painstakingly re-creates the entire thing, down to the elaborate costumes and slide show used on the band's 1975 tour. Anyone who's ever dipped into Gabriel-era Genesis's brand of pointy-headed progressive rock won't want to miss it. NED LANNAMANN
tonight, Pantages Theater, 901 Broadway, Tacoma, WA, 7:30 pm, $29-75, tickets here

It seems appropriate to post the full transcript of the interview now. Jansch was polite and thoughtful, and willing to talk about his early days as a performer, as well as drop some hints of new material that he was working on—a new album which, sadly, wasn't released in his lifetime. Spookily, the first thing we talked about was his illness.
This interview took place on June 4, 2010.
Here's a preview of the upcoming documentary on that most unheralded of British bands (and one of my all time favorites), the monumental Mott the Hoople. I have never been one of those fans who ever considered traveling ridiculously long distances simply to go see a band, but when it was announced that the original Mott lineup was reuniting for a small run of shows in London in 2009, you can bet I was weighing the options.
There's lots and lots to say about Mott the Hoople, but I'll just start with this: If you haven't heard their 1973 album Mott, start there and get back to me. In the meantime, enjoy this lengthy trailer. The Ballad of Mott the Hoople comes out on DVD on November 15, but you'll be able to see it before then, as part of the Northwest Film Center's Reel Music Festival on October 10 at the Mission Theater.
Here's the amazing new video that Into the Woods shot of Ural Thomas at his home. Thomas has been around since the '50s and '60s, opening for the likes of Stevie Wonder and Otis Redding. You can also read Matt Stangel's great essay about the video shoot, which contains plenty of info about Thomas' fascinating background (although it's impossible that Thomas opened for Redding in 1972) as well as the very interesting life he's led since his soul-singing heyday. Watch this video. It is excellent.
ALSO: Thomas is performing tomorrow night at the Oregon Historical Society at the grand opening for the very cool Oregon Rocks exhibit, brought to you by OHS and the Dill Pickle Club—more of which you can read about in this week's paper—and we're giving away a pair of tickets to one lucky winner. Simply leave a comment below mentioning your favorite Oregon band or musician from any era, and we'll pick one at random. Good luck! This contest will close today at 5 pm.
[UPDATE: This contest is closed and the winner has been notified.]
Ural Thomas w/the Kingsmen, Pierced Arrows, Quasi, DH Hwy 7; Oregon Historical Society, 1200 SW Park, 5:30-11 pm, $10; buy tickets here
Jimmy Webb turns 65 today (meaning those AARP benefits are gonna start rolling in) and before you say Jimmy Who-whaa?, let me rattle off a few song titles for you: "By the Time I Get to Phoenix," "Galveston," "MacArthur Park," "Highwayman." Webb wrote all of these, and the list goes on and on. Sure, a lot of Webb's material falls into the easy listening end of the spectrum (and Richard Harris' rendition of "MacArthur Park" is still fascinatingly, unrelentingly awful), but any person who wrote this song deserves a little recognition on his big day:
Franke and the Knockouts were only together for a few short years, but don't cry for frontman Franke Previte—he went on to write "(I've Had) The Time of My Life" and "Hungry Eyes" for Dirty Dancing, so it's safe to assume he has been living out the past couple decades by swimming in gigantic piles of money, Uncle Scrooge-style. Meanwhile, drummer Tico Torres went on to join another Jersey band by the name of Bon Jovi. Franke and the Knockouts' catalog was just reissued last week—the Greatest Hits disc back in print for the first time in 10 years, and their original albums back in print for the first time since the early '80s.

It is with terrible sadness to report that Sony's Japan headquarters announced it has ceased production on the iconic Walkman cassette player, the first device that allowed you to take your music with you. This doesn't mean that you won't be able to obtain a new portable cassette player in the U.S. anymore (even though most major electronics retailers have already discontinued stocking them). China will continue to manufacture and distribute the Walkman worldwide. This news shouldn't be particularly shocking, considering that the iPod has been digging the cassette's grave since it was first introduced nine years ago. What's surprising is that it didn't die sooner.
I had many Walkmans over the years, all of which either went missing or just broke. One that my brother and I shared growing up narrowly missed my head and smashed against the wall behind me while we fought for possession. The one I won at my high school graduation party more than a decade ago, which I'd listen to while digging ditches every summer, finally bit the bullet a couple years ago. I never replaced it with another Walkman. nor did I upgrade to an iPod. People with white earbuds jammed into their ears became a ubiquitous sight while walking and commuting, and I just couldn't conform. Not enough people were listening to the wonderful (and questionable) sounds around us. The day my Walkman died, I gave up on listening to music on-the-go completely, and started listening to the world.
I could keep doing it (you wouldn't believe the kind of shit I've heard), but part of me wants to get one of these little babies before they go away forever. I have many tapes that still have a lot of life in them, Plus, Burger Records is putting a lot of awesome stuff out on cassette. Oh, what to do?!
Cassette and Walkman nostalgia can be shared in the comments.

If you've seen The Future Is Unwritten, an up-and-down documentary on Joe Strummer, you've heard the great clips of Joe proselytizing and sharing great tunes form all over the world. Those bits came from Joe Strummer's London Calling for BBC Radio.
I've found a collection of the broadcasts online and they are absolutely terrific, offering all kinds of new musical threads to follow.
Some place called PRX has eight hour-long episodes of the show streaming for free. The only catch is that you've got to create an account but the process was un-intrusive and totally worth it.
The first episode is wrought with a bunch of totally unnecessary commentary and background—basically a reason for another producer to stick his name on Joe's product. After that, however, the show is all Joe's.
Aside from all the great tunes, Joe does have some divine little runs of almost poetic spoken word. It's too bad licensing issues would probably prevent the show being turned into a box set. And of course, the greatest tragedy of all is that Joe's not around, still cranking out episodes.
Set your dial to: Joe Strummer's London Calling
(Side note: anyone ever listened to Bob Dylan's satellite radio show? Sure would like to know if it's any good.)
Like every thirtysomething, I ran out after first watching Pump Up the Volume to buy the soundtrack, which eventually led to me listening to Concrete Blonde's Bloodletting 30,000 times in high school. This obsession also involved cruising around, imagining myself to be very dark and mysterious, like glamorous succulent vampire bait. I rationalized my very day-slave car—a Chevy Citation—as fitting transport, mostly because Vicki Vale drove one in Batman. So while the barest vestiges of vampire curiosity remain (hello, I read, if not enjoyed, all the Twilight books), I am still thrilled to find out that Concrete Blonde will be touring on the 20th anniversary of Bloodletting, performing it live (or dead?).
June 25 @ Roseland
Who's excited to see the Wedding Present do Bizarro tomorow?
Me, me, me.
The Clinton Street Theater is hosting an amazing collection of classic concert footage through the end of October, ranging from glam to Zappa. Put on by Classic Concert Productions every Friday, tonight's collection of UK pop classics from the '70 and '80s looks like a ton of fun. Full of amazing Top of the Pops-esque stuff from the Smiths, Depeche Mode, and the Cure—in fact, it's so chockfull of goodness they're having two separate screenings with separate setlists.
Love Me, Love Me
Friday 8/21 & Monday 8/24
Clinton Street Theater (2522 SE Clinton)
9:15 pm, $6
w/Ninkasi beer
Setlist for Friday, August 21 (85 min)
The Human League, "Love Action," BBC TV, 1983
The Cure, "At Night (A Forest)," "Three Imaginary Boys," "Killing an Arab," French TV, 1979
Joy Division, "Transmission," "Shadowplay," BBC TV, 1979
Jesus and Mary Chain, "In a Hole," BBC TV, 1985
My Bloody Valentine, "Lose My Breath," London, 1989
Depeche Mode, "Tora! Tora! Tora!," "The Meaning of Love," Amsterdam, 1983
Depeche Mode, "Leave in Silence," BBC TV, 1983
The Smiths, "William it Was Really Nothing," BBC TV, 1984 (Famous Morrisey ripping-off-shirt performance)
The Smiths (35mm), "Hand in Glove," "Handsome Devil," Johnny Marr Interview excerpt
"Barbarism Begins at Home," Spanish TV, Madrid, 1985
Duran Duran, "Hold Back the Rain," "New Religion," New York City, New Year's Eve, 1982
New Order, "Blue Monday," BBC TV, 1983
ULTRAVOX, "Hiroshima Mon Amour," BBC TV, 1976
The Fall, "Lay of the Land," BBC TV, 1984
Thompson Twins, "Love on Your Side," BBC TV, 1983
A little (low-quality) swoon-worthy Smiths taste:
Check out the Monday, August 24 (also awesome) setlist after the jump.
Michel Gondry is a genius. There's no other way to say it, no way around it: When the dude is at the top of his game (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Dave Chappelle's Block Party, The Science of Sleep) he's absolutely unfuckwithable, and even when he's not at the top of his game (Be Kind Rewind, Human Nature), his films are still jaw-droppingly unique and enjoyable and good-hearted. The dude's creativity is just astounding, and nowhere is this more evident than on his recent self-released DVD, Michel Gondry 2: More Videos Before & After DVD 1 (the "DVD 1" being, I assume, The Work of Director Michel Gondry).
I mean, look at this. I dare you not to be astonished.
First it was Vashti Bunyan. Then, Sibylle Baier. Now another seventies-era songstress is getting some late-game limelight: Conneticut folk singer Kath Bloom receives credit where due on Loving Takes This Course: A Tribute to Kath Bloom, just out on Chapter Music.

The two-disc set contains a CD of Kath's originals and a corresponding compilation of covers, coming from the likes of neo-folk artists Devendra Banhart, Bill Callahan and Josephine Foster as well as local ladies Corinna Repp and Scoutt Niblett.
Mr. Callahan's version of "The Breeze/My Baby Cries" is up for preview over at Prefix, but listen to Kath's version for a look at the origins of the barely-there voice, weeping guitar and to-the-bone lyrics that populate much of the music being made today.
LISTEN:
Kath Bloom & Loren Connors — The Breeze/My Baby Cries
WARNING: This song is incredibly sad. Listen at the risk of revisiting significant heart-break you may have experienced.