Ronnie Fauss: I Am The Man You Know I’m Not [Album]

A good storyteller is a gift from God or earth or sea, wherever the hell you believe great talent comes from these days.  But, what seems to make the finest story to be told?  Is it a psychological analysis of the intrapersonal relationships human beings manifest for or in spite of one another?  Why, actually, no.  No, it takes realism.  It’s tales of love, loss, hate, loathing, joy, happiness, togetherness, etc, etc.  You know, all of those things that make us real people!  The average human emotions brought on my our own psyche or personal triumph or torment.  Basically, the tales of all of us!  Just be real!  And few people understand this art of story crafting that Dallas based singer/songwriter Ronnie Fauss.

Fauss has demonstrated his folk and old school country influence on three previous E.P.’s before his most recent debut album I Am The Man You Know I’m Not.  This gritty debut laced with fairy tales for the wicked, and love ballads for the empty hearted lover in all of us is a spectacular display of the old day’s influence on modern musicians, and how an old soul like Fauss can bring out the best of all words.  This is an album that is so full of life that is hard to try to find a stand out track.  With a the voice of Bradley Wik, and the soul of Corey Chisel, Fauss is a man that deters regularities.  Although, a stand out track of sorts would definitely have to be “This Year”, a beautiful ditty about the yearning and hope for better days, and that moment before it all comes tumbling down on your poor sad heart.

As Fauss plucks away at that good old fashion and recognizable country twang, he sings songs about the places where dreamers go to die, and the pretty ladies vanish from their ordinary days to relinquish their daily misery.  The entire world is a dusty bar with peanut shells and bottle caps on the floor when you are listening to a Ronnie Fauss record.  And I can’t think of a better place to die, live, breath.

Thom Carter: All That You Love Is All That You Are [Album]

How is it possible, really?  When you think you’ve heard the best of an artist (especially when they have dozens of pieces of work to their credit), they simply continue to impress you and make you reflect everything you have ever known, seen, heard, in your own short plane of existence.  Thom Carter is no stranger to Trainwreck’d Society, and is definitely not a stranger to my own musical criticisms.  I have been listening to this man for many years, and his ever evolving and beautiful ways and means simply never ceases to amaze me.  And as a self proclaimed Thom Carter enthusiast, I am here to say this…..Thom Carter’s release All That You Love Is All That You Are is his finest work to date, and definitely one of the finest albums of 2012.

His voice just brushes over you like a desired lace quill.  His piano work is a blessing that impacts you with each and every push.  His signature folky guitar work spills out like a fine wine begging to make you drunk.  With each and every track on All that You Love Is All That You Are, the enticement ensues and fills a void you probably didn’t even know you needed filled.  Feeling misery whilst listening to a Thom Carter album should be entirely impossible.

Each track on this album is pretty long, but definitely not drawn out.  Carter packs an impressive amount of punch into an 8 minute or so segment and still manages to leave you yearning for more.  All That You Love Is All That You are is definitely a perfect demonstration of the work of a man who has never failed to impress you with each and every release he puts out.  Yes, Britain’s own indie king has done it again, and has created his finest record to date.  To date, because he seems to only be getting better and better with each passing year.  The future is definitely bright for Mr. Carter.

Thom Carter: Pussycat Tales [Album]

Once again proving himself as one of the most versatile musicians in the world, Thom Carter has another wonderful release for you fine folks, with a brand new instrument to be showcase.  Well, new for this guy.  He seriously plays a hundred different instruments, and probably invented a few of his own.  Yes, on Pussycat Tales, we hear Thom bust out the ukulele for 5 quick, and dare I say sassy, tracks for your listening pleasure.

It really doesn’t matter what exactly Thom Carter is singing about.  He’s always going to to entertain, and basically make you feel great, and right in place wherever you are at any given moment.  Pussycat Tales rightfully seems like a project that was simply a fun afternoon with a man who obviously seems to know what it takes to make a person smile.  This is a quality we could really use more of these days.  Yes, the hardest working man in indie rock has done it again.  And now he has a batch of tracks that you very well be able to sing to your kids, and let them enjoy some enlightenment in the indie rock world as well!

Thom Carter has been a busy man in 2012, just like every other year.  This is third release this year only under his given name.  And at least 4 other albums under his numerous monikers.  This is a man who simply doesn’t quit.  He has had an illustrious career that exemplifies exactly what it means to be a hard working artist these days.  And Pussycat Tales, no matter what name he releases it under, is another fine example of the beauty and magnificent bevy of emotions that Thom Carter continues to give to the world with each and every piece of musical goodness he leaves for the world.

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Cold Specks [North American Tour]

Creating a beautiful song is a tough job in itself.  But, creating a continuous amount of heart-felt, inspiring, and also beautiful songs can seem almost entirely impossible.  But, then you hear a singer/songwriter like Cold Specks, who makes it seem so natural, and hope can fill the vacant void in your soul once again.  And throw in the intoxicating and raspy yet light-hearted vocals Al Spyx gloriously holds, and you simply just can not go wrong.

And much to the delight of this beastly American, this UK based troubadour and a few friends are heading across the pond to sing for you!  You should feel so lucky!  Yes, in support of her latest album I Predict A Graceful Explosion, Al is coming to perform her heart warming tales all across North America.  Cold Specks is without a doubt a performer that you simply do not want to miss the opportunity to see live.  Her majestic ways and means on the guitar and tantalizing vocals are a precious commodity one would do right to respect and soak right the hell in.

Cold Specks will be performing all across the US in a city that is surely going to be near you, and even heading up to our neighbors up north.  Be sure to visit her website for all the details.

And be sure to catch her in a city near you, listed below.

11/8 – Mercury Lounge – New York, NY11/9 – First Unitarian Church – Philadelphia, PA

11/10 – Jammin’ Java – Vienna, VA

11/11 – The Earl – Atlanta, GA

11/13 – Dan’s Silverleaf – Denton, TX

11/14 – The Mohawk – Austin, TX

11/17 – Harold M. Williams Auditorium at the Getty Museum – Los Angeles, CA

11/18 – Bottom of The Hill – San Francisco, CA

11/20 – Doug Fir Lounge – Portland, OR

11/28 – Cedar Cultural Center – Minneapolis, MN

11/29 – Schubas – Chicago, IL

Darling Pet Munkee: You Better Believe It [Album]

What do you get when you combine the freakishly awesome guitar licks of Axemunkee’s Catherine Capozzi, with the eclectic and original talents of Michael J. Epstein and Sophia Cacciola’s project Do Not Forsake Me Oh My Darling?  Well, besides another very clever band name, you get some damn fine rock and roll!  Ghoulishly delightful, If you will allow it.

Darling Pet Munkee’s second release, You Better Believe It, seems to pick up right where their debut EP, Glows In The Dark, last left us.  Here we have 7 new spook rock tracks that as delightfully scary as they are purely entertaining.  Capozzi is an absolute madwoman on the electrics.  Whether she’s throwing down hardcore blues riffs (“Grow Man Grow (Ladies Too)”), or slamming down grunged out riffs on the hypnotic (all pun intended) track “Hypno-Coin”.  And When Michael and Sophia swap vocal duties in such a smooth manner, it really starts to feel as though this trio of brilliance morphed into one musical beast, similar to the strange characters they write their songs based around.

For fans of Axemunkee, and the plethora of acts Michael J. Epstein and Sophia Cacciola are already involved in, this is a trio that probably just makes perfect sense to you.  If you ears are pure of the insanity, prepare to have your ear drums pierced, shaved, and then tendered for the frying.  And You Better Believe It is an amazing album to hear whilst losing your freaking mind.  With elements of classic rock, elements of occult like fantasies, and a freakishly brilliant crew, there is nothing here you will not love.

Wooden Indian Burial Ground: (Self-Titled) LP [Album]


This is the perfect music to drink to. It can even make Pabst taste good (you know you hate the taste of Pabst, hipsters, or have you moved on to another cheap alternative?) This is the music that should be playing in every house party on the wrong side of the tracks. I imagine it’s no coincidence that this Portland band’s name is a reference to the wooden indian sold by infamous Portland crimp, Bunko Kelly to a ship captain, which was angrily cast overboard when the ship captain couldn’t wake his wooden crewman. I hope that was intentional, but if it is coincidence, then the rock ‘n’ roll gods have blessed them with a great name.

Regardless of their name, WIBG has found a perfect formula/dynamic between it’s four members to make some of the best psychedelic garage rock ‘n’ roll that is out there right now. Everything from the “whoops” or “yips” or whatever the hell the singer yells at least once in almost all of their songs, to the violent use of guitars smothered in fuzz and reverb and that perfect vintage sound, to the creepy organ played masterfully and always placed in the right spots,this band plays psychedelic rock ‘n’ roll exactly how it should be played; loud, loose, and free, as if it’s all about to just fall apart. Many have tried to walk the fine line between garage rock and just sloppy bullshit, and most have failed. Not Wooden Indian Burial Ground. You can tell that each of them has the musical chops to exceed the expectations of an indie “garage” band.

Their latest self-titled release, out October 4th on Mon Amie Records, is an 8 song trip that feels much longer than only 35 minutes. That being said, it is very well condensed. At no point on this record did the psychedelic break-downs last too long. In other words, you’re not left wondering, “what the hell are they doing?” or, “why are they still milking the feedback?”. WIBG brings you down into it, then pulls you back up out of it just in time. There really isn’t a boring spot on this record. It really is ALL good, from the balls-to-the-walls opener, “Helicopter”, to the marching cadence of “Waltz for Eldritch”, to the dark and tremendous guitars of “Bryant St. Death Cult”. For me, though, nothing beats “Sparklerella”. Complete with a female background chorus reminiscent of zombie prom cheerleaders, the “signature” screams that you’ll notice in other WIBG songs, insane guitar work, and a stellar organ solo that is the perfect length, that song has it all; including a few “whoops”, of course. It’s enough to make a sober man sway and stagger like a drunkard.

Check this band out in Portland on Friday, Nov. 2 @ Doug Fir.