This is proof of something. I mean, it’s a pretty funny concept for a one off thing, but this guy has made at least 18 shows! Who’s watching? Or is it listening? Or maybe reading? I want to try the tahini thing he does in this one, “turning bitter brown shit into a creamy white paste!” It sure does seem like a mistake to finish this dish off with a jar of sauce, when a can of crushed tomatoes would make it your own.
I’m watching the video and I’m invigorated, and I’m glad these guys are playing music loudly and expressively and without (obvious) boundaries.
Wading into the LB songbook, many riches. With deep connections. This stuff careens between one thing and another, aesthetically and physically.
If I had a job I would not be listening to this.
This was at a show in 2009. It was the last song Lightning Bolt played that year. This is the only band I know where the bass and drums compete to be the lead instrument, and give no quarter. The results are awesome, and the video is full of drama. I’m crushing on Lightning Bolt.
Why not get rid of the guitar? Do you really need it? Lyrics, too.
These guys also get rid of the stage. They’re like subway musicians beating on joint compound containers, though louder. Much louder.
The singer, who is busy drumming, sewed a microphone into his face mask, so he could go hands free. And I can only hope I’ll stumble upon them in the subway some day..
This is from a show in France in 2008. I found it on a raging website called weirdestbandintheworld.com. Lightning Bolt ranked 94th.
Listening to Def Leppard I was not reminded of these two great songs, but both come to mind when I’m in an armageddon frame of mind.
There is a 12″ cover of the Willie Williams song, by the Clash, which I own, that goes beyond beyond. It doesn’t make me want to smoke pot, it makes me feel like I’ve smoked pot, and while the 7″ version that I found on YouTube is pretty great, it isn’t the best. While the original, which I have the 7″ of, too, is very very fine.
Patti Smith, of course. Though she screws up the armageddon line. But they’re in Sweden in 1976. Sweet.
This clip is from a live show the Cramps did at the California State Mental Hospital in Napa in 1978. I found it in a blog post about the excellent music that has come from Ohio over the years. This is kind of funny because a few days ago my daughter played me some music by a band called Twenty One Pilots. They play in that style of modern rock that has a huge drum sound but no guitars, is sometimes rapping and sometimes singing, and lots and lots of added noises from various machines, which means they don’t really rock at all. But they’re from Columbus, Ohio. I asked her if she knew that and she said she didn’t care. I’m not sure why I do.
Pardon me, but this is one horrible song. Please rebut.
Enjoy.
But then there is this!
