Syd Barrett Will Save Your Psychotic Soul

by Merry Mercurial It's no good trying to say what went wrong with him. Whether Syd was schizophrenic indeed or on the schizo spectrum or otherwise porous to effects of the psychoactive buffet of the day or once got hold of some diabolical drug in hippie drag or had a mood disorder with psychosis-mimicking features …

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Metal Monkey Girl: The Origin Story of Foo Fighters Love & My Daughter’s First Band

by Merry Mercurial At eleven, my daughter has spent the past several years listening mostly to pop while exuding a monkish tolerance for my classic rock. Don’t get me wrong: she’s always giggled at the Pink Floyd song with that timeless “do goody good bullshit” lyric. And smiled at how consistently radio censors seem to …

Out With the Lightning, in With the Sea: Rock and Roll and Mascots From Nature

by Merry Mercurial Metallica rides it; AC/DC's partial to its throaty echo. It formed the storm that damn near killed Stillwater. Its name is Lightning, Angry Scribble of the Skies, and it's probably the manifestation of nature most closely associated with rock music--and probably because, the mythos goes, it is just so sexy dangerous. In …

Music on Miller: Five Finger Death Punch, Kings of Leon, Sonny and Cher

by Merry Mercurial I am going to live forever. Immortality's going to become possible as soon as everybody stops staring at Aubrey de Grey's majestic beard and starts listening to him, and I'm there brother, with bells and Botox on. Point being that eventually, as part of a broader death-outwitting protocol, I may have to …

Catchy Without the Catch: Album Review (sorta) of Kota by Taylor Hawkins

by Merry Mercurial Here's where, if I were trying to be objective, I’d disclaim the ways in which I love Taylor Hawkins. Which aren’t heroically complex. Drums for Foo Fighters. Before that, drummed for Alanis Morrisette. Before that, tranquility and ecstasy fell in lust and spawned, and yall that lovechild was he; it was Taylor. …

Pet Rock Sounds: Rock and Roll, Beach Music, and What Makes Their Hybrid Work

by Merry Mercurial In one you growl to grinding fuzztastic accompaniment; the other, always bowing to its roots, is all about beer, blondes, and Baywatchin' bosoms. Nothing wrong with either -- the coupling of rock and beach music just isn't based on any clear synonymy. But you hear it plenty. When I first listened to …

The Godz Don’t Care What You Think: A Review of Third Testament

by Merry Mercurial No, the Godz don’t care. Making ’em fun to review. This series of posts will cover every major overture of the New York band the Godz, from the glory ESP-Records days of Contact High to the discography of the resuscitated lords on low post 2007. In no particular order. Case in point: …