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March 31, 2014

Hugo Panzer Trio Festival heute abend tonight!

Filed under: Bands — Hotcha @ 2:09 pm

Hugo Panzer Festival - der Flyer
Seit dem vergangenen Wochenende läuft hier in Biel das Hugo Panzer Trio Festival – das Trio Hannes Prisi, Frank Heierli und Sämi Weber, letzterer Puts Maries Bassist und Multiinstrumentalist wie alle Brüder Weber, Chrischi und Beni. In Biel alle wohl bekannt.

Es haben bereits gespielt Hans Koch, Lucien Dubuis, Big Zis, Max E. Keller, der Freejazzpionier und E-Komponist aus Winterthur, nur einige sind genannt. Und auch weiter kann ich auch nur einige nennen: Es wird Lucien Dubuis solo und mit dem Hugo Panzer Trio auftreten, Mats Kolb, der Lieblingsbassist, er ist extra aus seinem spanischen Exil eingeflogen, wird mit dem wundervollen Posaunisten Andy Marti und dem ausgezeichneten Drummer Tobi Schramm ein Trio bilden – hach, es ist irgendwie sinnlos, mit Aufzählungen zu beginnen, das Festival dauert nämlich noch weitere fünf Tage. An jedem Abend spielt das Trio, in der Regel mit einem Gast, und weitere sehr interessante Acts, ich glaub’ gar es sind alle aus Biel?

Auf jeden Fall ein Ereignis, ein Festival quasi en famille, mit Bar. Ich freue mich schon auf die Fortsetzung, heute, morgen und bis Freitag.

Fast täglich – mein Arbeitsjournal

January 14, 2014

Mozzer translates as Whiner

Filed under: Bands — Tags: — Hotcha @ 8:34 am

Ok, I read Morrissey’s autobiography, I still can not like the guy, why should I, he really comes across as a mysoginist in his writing – but I like his book and it also made me like his music. Surprise with a very capital S. I ordered the Smiths’ box set even.

So his nickname is Mozzer. A Mozzer in german means a person who’s systematically complaining. That’s what he does a lot in his book. He’s complaining about his record labels, be it Rough Trade, who are just not up to Morrissey’s class, be it Sire, who do not manage to push the Smiths singles into the charts, although the band plays sell out tours in the US.

It’s only logical that the second half of the book talks about chart entry this, chart entry that, sell out gig here, headlining a festival there. Morrissey’s a big success, we understand. It’s just a bit annoying that he has to ram it down our throats all the time. This means there are whole paragraphs intoxicated with plain and simple bore.

But despair not. The book’s really thick, there’s a lot more to it, I think it’s a passionate read in the strong parts. It’s fun to read him put down other acts like Siouxsie. It makes also very good background to the films you can find on Youtube, where some of his collaborators spill out their deception, in the end you just understand that Morrissey is difficult to work with, but that he also was a career opportunity for a lot of people like for instance Stephen Street (who’s that, you might ask – it’s all such a long time ago, those eighties).

Morrissey is so english, even when he’s rude, so he really belongs in Penguin Classics, where his book was published, very much to the anger of ‘real’ writers, one was even appearing on the BBC saying “I’ve published books for 10 years now before making it to Penguin Modern Classics, and this guy who’s only a pop singer…” and so on. Hahaha. That’s certainly one of the attractions of Morrissey, he likes to give those people the finger.

The book made me spend a whole week with his music, watching movies on Youtube, listening to the few records I could find. Because myself I’ve never bought one, and the local public library had never heard of him!

I just had the first LP of The Smiths I did get for review when it was released. I did not like it a lot. Which is understandable, the production is just so thin, Morrissey says. He hates that record, because it did not reflect the power of The Smiths. I think he’s right. Later recordings sound a lot better, although I found them too fat then, not appropriate for a bedroom angst singer.

The Smiths almost played our town, a gig was planned, contracts signed, the poster ready to be printed – when they pulled out, because they became an overnight success in british indie circles, having signed to Rough Trade. Rough Trade, then the holy grail for indie bands. Chez Mozz, they come across as a bunch of lazy hippies and crusties, more concerned with ideology than chart success, even fearing it.

This was the period when we had The Television Personalities, if memory serves me well. This was also a period we did cook for the bands in order to save money. I remember once making tofu for Alan McGee and the Creation troupe, and how they hated it. Yeah, I’m still ashamed, really. But Morrissey would have loved the food. He who leaves business meetings when the other one orders meat in the restaurant.

I could go on and on about the book, the films, the music – but I think you should make this trip by yourself. Here are some links that might help:

December 3, 2013

Crevetten mit Gitarren

Filed under: Bands,Labels — Hotcha @ 5:59 pm

Eigentlich habe ich absolut keine Zeit, diesen Beitrag zu schreiben. Blöderweise habe ich grad vorhin zum Arbeiten das Radio eingeschaltet, nach ein paar Minuten schon lässt mich ein Sound aufmerken und ich mich ablenken. Kraftvolle Analog-Synths, Riffs und Klippen statt Wellen – das ist gut. Ich gucke in die Playlist, es ist das …. Sound 8 Orchestra.

Ich bin ja erklärter Fan des Langusta-Labels, seit ca. einer Woche. Steht alles im vorhergehenden Beitrag. Nun noch der Bericht vom Festival, Langustapalooza vom vergangenen Samstag.

Normalerweise liege ich nach dem Ausgang drei Tage flach. Nicht diesmal. Vielleicht weil ich mich vom Bier fernhielt? Denn diese Plörre, die sie im Gaskessel servieren, mir total unverständlich, ich ertrage sie jedenfalls nicht. Oder war es, weil ich schon um 3:30 zu Hause war und deshalb nur den ganzen Sonntag darniederlag? Oder vielleicht habe ich mich geschämt, weil ich die Teh’bak Nation nach ihrem Konzert frei von der Leber weg zusammengeschissen habe?

Teh’bak Nation

Tja, damit wäre ein Punkt bereits abgehakt. Teh’bak Nation, auf Platte ein grosses Vergnügen, die Zutaten sind wohl funky, kann es nicht beurteilen, ich bin ja mehr der Melodiker. Wir Melodiker lieben die Fremdsprache der Nation, wie Magma haben sie diese wohl selber erfunden. Andere Spinner fahren auf das Visuelle ab, Chinahüte, Skidress, Skimaske, Sonnengesicht, irgendwann kommt noch ihr leiblicher Vater auf die Bühne und schreit rum. Es hat etwas melancholisches, das Rumzucken, das plötzlich erstarrt – nur leider dauert die Starre auf der Bühne eindeutig zu lange, ihr Auftritt war circa doppelt so lang wie der der anderen Bands. Schade. Aber so ist das bei Risiko.

Teh’bak Nation – unbedingt die Platte kaufen, so es eine gibt.

The Monsignores

Punkt 22:30 die erste Band des Abends, The Monsignores. Mit Verspätung, egal. Der angedrohte pünktliche Beginn wurde von allen als das genommen, was es auch sein sollte, ein lahmer Versuch eines Witzchens. Und so war zu dieser Zeit nicht mal der Gaskessel richtig geöffnet.

The Monsignores können nichts mehr falsch machen; die Bo-Diddley-Kartonschachtel-Gitarre von Monsignore Tristan klingt einfach erstaunlich für so ein sauber geputztes Instrument, wie etwa deren drei. Man meint sogar einen Bass zu hören. Das könnte dem Schlagzeug von Monsignore Dies zuzuschreiben sein, die Lokomotive, dabei raucht er nicht einmal. Und dann der alte Sänger, Monsignore Bucher, unterdessen schon in seiner dritten Karriere, nach Jungspund bei den Spätpunks, tief grollender Schreihals bei einer richtigen Band, I Madman (Warner Brothers), nun zurück In The Garage. Der Bombast klingt immer noch an, aber grad im richtigen Mass. Normalerweise hasse ich Bands, die “Brand New Cadillac” covern – die Monsignores allerdings treffen genau zwischen die trockene Version der Clash (ich glaub, sie spielten auch deren Riff, oder?) und das Pathos des Raï, welcher jetzt grad bei meiner Radiostation La Triperie läuft.

Monsignore Tristan spielte an diesem Abend bei drei Bands mit (von fünf). Diese hier gehört unterdessen eindeutig zu seinen grossen Stärken. Eine LP wäre schön.

Stude

Stude, dem ich in schon fast peinlicher Weise zu huldigen pflege, weil ich einfach seine Texte, seine Bühnenpräsenz, sein Bassspiel, überhaupt seine Songs äusserst gut finde, Stude also taufte an diesem Abend seine CD. Die Band war vielleicht ein bisschen unterübt, als Kenner musste ich mehrere Einsätze, Übergänge und was der Intarsien mehr sind beanstanden. Dafür aber wurden wir schadlos gehalten durch eine perfekt zu Studes Art passende Sängerin, überkandidelt in ihrer eigenen Welt, Schmutzflecken an den Knien ihres weissen Trainers, sie kann grosse wie kleine Bühnen, ihr egal. Wunderbar. Bei Stude möchte ich einfach den perfekten Strassenarbeiterleuchtdress hervorheben, zur Musik habe ich schon mehrfach alles gesagt. Allerdings war der Auftritt, für mich jetzt, der es eben gut kennt, durch einen unglaublichen Höhlenmix während der Hälfte der Zeit eine Qual. Es schien die Band nicht zu stören – finde ich wieder spitze, die meisten hätten wohl ewig rumgeknatscht (“mehr Gitarre auf die Monitore”…. ok, es hatte keine Gitarre).

Old Shaggy Europe

Das Highlight des Abends waren Old Shaggy Europe, die mir schon auf dem Langustapalooza-Sampler sehr gefallen hatten. Überraschung: Hier handelte es sich um Tristan, natürlich, und Louis Kroll, am Bass ein Musiker der Byrds. Ok, nein, nur die Sonnenbrille war von den Byrds, der Bassist war Roman Nowka, hier erwähnt weil er eigentlich ein richtiger Musiker ist, Jazz und so. Hier begnügte er sich mit einem knackigen Bass, perfekt waagrecht gehalten, grad ein wenig oberhalb der Körpermitte, leicht hohlwangig, ein schlacksiges Kreuz, aus der Ferne gesehen. Ich glaube, die paar anwesenden Damen waren ziemlich angetan.

Musik, so sie auf der Bühne stattfindet, wird mit den Augen gehört.

Old Shaggy Europe also, keinesfalls verpassen, falls sie mal in euer Dorf kommen. Was eventuell selten der Fall sein könnte, Louis Kroll spielt glaubs noch immer unter seinem richtigen Namen beim Schweizer Mädchenwunder Sophie Hunger mit. (Darf man Mädchenwunder sagen? Oder ist das jetzt abwertend? Wenn eine Diplomatentochter dermassen mit ihrer Biographie hausieren geht, Paris London New York New Delhi oder was weiss ich, dabei aber in den Videos als hochhackige Fussballspielerin im Sommerkleidchen in der grossen Stadt demonstriert, was Fallhöhe ist – ja, wenn jemand so mit diesen Bildern spielt, dann muss man Mädchenwunder sagen…. so, das Thema auch durch hier, gut).

Zur Musik von OSE: Bitte auf dem Sampler anhören, live waren sie genau so wie auf Platte. Grossartig.

Sound 8 Orchestra

(Photo Augusto Cesar -> Facebook)

Bleibt noch Sound8Orchestra, eigentlich ein Ein-Mann-Projekt aus Nidau und Berlin mit zusätzlichem Personal, einem Schlagzeuger, einem Filmprojektoroperator und dem Mann selber mit 2 Korg, sonstigen altmodischen Tasteninstrumenten, einer blitzblank geputzten roten Fender Jaguar, einem hässlichen MacBook und fantastischen Tracks. Kauft die Platten! Da ist nichts dem Zufall überlassen, Passagen werden übereinander und nebeneinander gelegt und verschoben, vorhersehbar unvorhersehbar. Analoge Knallersynthies bis zum Anschlag, ich kenne eigentlich nichts vergleichbares. Mag an mir liegen, ich gebe zu, bin nicht so orientiert über die neusten Tendenzen in der Vintage Szene.

Allerdings fand ich es live weniger einnehmend als auf Platte, die Filmprojektionen mögen vor 10 Jahren eine revolutionäre Idee gewesen sein; die Installation allerdings dauert einfach zu lange, und der Effekt ist im Zeitalter von Youtube nicht mehr so grossartig. Auf der grossen Bühne verpufft er ganz einfach.

Zusammenfassung

Bitte mehr davon.

Und: Wenn mir etwas gefällt, dann wird es unangenehm für die Gefallenen. Denn ich war überzeugt, der Gaskessel wird bumsvoll sein. Fucking squares. Hehehe, we were there!

November 28, 2013

Langustas get prettier at closing time

Filed under: Bands,Labels,Radioshow — Hotcha @ 3:47 pm

Ten years that they’ve been around, and I’m sorry it took me until now to really appreciate. My mistake? Well, they live just around the corner, so how could I know?

Talking about the Langusta label from my home town, Biel Switzerland. I’ve started to notice they are still active when they released the original Calypso Now cassette Stude, Ds Läbe Vor Em Tod from 2011. So that is part one of the really good news: Stude’s tape is now available in digital format, the analogue being sold out anyway.

You remember Stude, do you? The man I so highly praised as the pop reincarnation of Jad Fair, I still can’t stop listening to his music, it’s two years now that the cassette has been released. No english, german and swiss german only. Which is very fine, he is some kind of a rural wordsmith (well, Switzerland being the country of milk and cheese, doesn’t this just come natural), he can go from the sad to the absurd to the What-the-fuck-does-he-say-here to the very funny, but always delivered with the same straight face, and kind  of a dead pan voice. Plus he’s working with really good people, be it on the electro front, or the plain old guitar. He’s a surprisingly good bass player, too – man of the dub, he. Should compare him to Jonathan Richman rather than to the Fair one, revisiting my earlier link. With more music, less talk.

Now the Langusta people are holding court this weekend at AJZ Biel, Langustapalooza it’s called. I love this pop attitude. I’m concious of the fact that about 20 years have gone by since Lollapalooza was in all the media, so maybe today nobody understands the hint. But on the other hand, it might be me who is not in the know, because  I just saw this festival still seems to exist. Ok, skip this. Back to the music.

Musicwise, I was in for a big surprise. Got the promo CD for the festival (november 30, 2013, biel, gaskessel). All unreleased tracks. All killers. All fillers. Fillers of boredom – I mean this music keeps it away, the boredom. Was not sure you got the meaning, could be understood diff. WTF have I been trying to say here? Forget it.

Now, I was playing the complete CD on my radio show, and this is definitely the best way to check out some new music. First I was thinking when listening to The Lovejoys Treasure Of San Miguel, well this is kinda shitty, they must be crazy to release such a boring track. Until it really got interesting; it got interesting because they kept insisting at this cheap melody played in unison by the brass, a steady rhythm guitar practically on top of the hook line. Then it clicked, and I was really hooked. And when Sound 8 Orchestra came up with the funniest synthesizer tune I’ve ever heard I was practically dancing up there on the ceiling, above my bed. And laughing my balls off, too. What’s so great about this track is that he obviously takes care to do just the unexpected at virtually every single turn, which of course is what you begin to expect after a very short time, but one is surprised nonetheless by the maybe ironic execution and how deep this thing is rocking. All analogue synthesizers? Could be, ask him yourself next saturday, Sound 8 Orchestra will be on stage at this Langustapalooza.

Most CD tracks have these great vintage electro sounds, but that is not all. I mean, I know a lot of vintage electro tracks from the 70s or 80s, I think – these people are mostly too much in love with their then brand new machine, sometimes downright 100% boring.

Not here – I tell you I was never bored, having listened to this CD now several times and it just makes me want more. Best description of all this comes from a lady on my radio show:

Well trained musicians playing shitty music

That’s maximum praise!

See you on Saturday! Oh, and I heard they give away the Langustapalooza compilation at the door! (all unreleased tracks).

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November 24, 2013

Mein Webtagebuch (oder so)

Filed under: Bands,deutsche Postings,Labels,Radioshow — Hotcha @ 5:57 pm

Weiss noch nicht genau, was das gibt, ob ich das weiterführen kann, mein neu installiertes DokuWiki – Zeit ist Zeit! Als Begleitblog zu meinem Zeugs vielleicht, so wie jetzt im Moment grad aktuell an diesem Wochenende.

 

Scheck dich auch!

July 10, 2012

Years On Earth – rare collector’s item from VOD

Filed under: Bands,Catalogue — Tags: — Hotcha @ 8:10 pm

First things first: My blog went down, it’s now on a new server, but the database is not 100% restored, you may find incomplete posts – hope I can fix it.

In my mail today: Years On Earth’s vinyl debut, 30 years after their highly collectible cassettes came out. A wonderful item, this double LP with 7″ single. I’m no vinyl specialist, but to me it seems to be a work of extra quality. Heavy cardboard cover, heavy vinyl, plus an impressive band bio on an enclosed thick sheet – this has been made for eternity.
Vinyl On Demand: Years On Earth

And it’s limited to 500 numbered copies. Better be quick. You can get it for only 25 € directly from Vinyl On Demand.

I did not compare yet to the cassette releases, which I featured on this blog here a while ago (and which have been rereleased through Calypso Now, where they are still available) – but the vinyl sounds great. Certainly the best masters have been used, plus the vinyl mastering has been done by an industrial music specialist, Andres Peterson at ghostsounds.net.

The two LP use tracks from the three official releases of Years On Earth, plus almost an LP worth of bonus tracks (if you count in the 7″ EP), all recordings from the period.

I’m very happy that the tapes of Years On Earth are still available through my label, plus a later solo recording by Bob Roke, one half of the duo. You should get them all, the vinyl, the cassettes, as long as it’s still possible.

I’ve also posted my YOE-documentation earlier on this blog for you to read.

As we always used to say, Be There Or Be Square.

June 4, 2011

Grindstone Redux

Filed under: Bands — Tags: — Hotcha @ 3:43 am

Grindstone Redux (2009)Just came across a documentary film you can watch for free, Grindstone Redux by Andy Szava-Kovats, the guy behind Data-Bank-A. The movie assembles interviews by american cassette culture activists of the 80′s and gives an impression of the creative power this network set free on a worldwide basis.

I noted with interest the bizarre interiors some of those people live in – I mean, who would hang a prominent Maxell cassettes logo on his wall?

May 27, 2011

They call him Hit Machine

Filed under: Bands — Tags: — Hotcha @ 8:12 pm

No joke – local songwriter and performer Nick Porsche, former member of Puts Marie, still under his thirties and with more than 10 years of professional musicianship under his belt: When I recorded his last gig here in town, I had a guy saying this to me: “That’s a real hit machine you got here…”

yeah!

But I haven’t got him, unfortunately, I’m not in a position to push such a promising hit machine how it has to be done. So all I can do is put out yet another cassette of him, it will be the second in six months, and just hope he gets the recognition he deserves. It’s not that I think this would be a favor, he doesn’t need this from me, and the gig I’ve witnessed on the night of the Eurovision Song Contest in the cellar of squatted Labieu was just plain crazy. Imagine a guy sitting on a stool behind a drum kit of bass and snare drum, both hit with a foot pedal, sometimes switching to the hi-hat, playing an old no-name trashy electric guitar, singing over a second guitar amp, a bit nervous maybe at the start, but really getting off from the third song, delivering hit after hit after hit, all self-penned of course. It helps that the ladies are going crazy. And everybody knows that this is the only true sign of star material…

I didn’t have my cam with me, it’s a real pity. But I recorded the whole gig and listened to it at least 10 times since: One of the very few gigs I ever saw that had no filler at all, and that during 60 minutes.

We will put out a cassette of the gig, and in the meantime try to catch Nick Porsche if he ever hits your town. He’s uploaded some songs from this concert, but beware: MP3 just doesn’t have the power of an analog audio cassette. So watch this space for the release. And watch his MySpace for gigs announcements!

January 3, 2011

Sister Ray live tape

Filed under: Bands,Free MP3 Download — Tags: — Hotcha @ 10:05 am

Sister Ray were a band from Ohio, who in the late eighties had some unexpected succes among european labels – well, to speak the very truth, they were just on one european label, Semaphore from Holland, but they released four records of those psychedelic punks. Psychedelic? Will they kill me when they read this? Their trademark were not the long stereo noodles psychedelic usually stands for, they were on the contrary very sharp and blasted out tune after tune without really having a break between them. I saw them live @Hirscheneck in Basel back then, and they simply ruled. You’ll get a good impression on the live tape I put on here. But they were psychedelic all right, I mean, they always played Pink Floyd’s Take Thy Stethoscope And Walk. And they had a farfisa organ. At least then. They dropped it later, I believe. Read all about here: http://www.nkvdrecords.com/sisteray.htm

I’m a bit pissed, because I added this tape to discogs 6 months ago, and nobody seems to care. How I know? Because nobody did hit the ‘I want this’-button. Which is rather unusual for such a tape. It was self-released by the band, and there were only 100 copies made. I bought it at their gig, and I also bought a solo tape of their guitar wizard Mark Hanley. Will post it one day here, I think.

Sister Ray Official Live Cassette 1986

Just press play

To download right-click

December 19, 2010

Tav Falco’s Panther Burns

Filed under: Bands — Tags: — Hotcha @ 1:38 pm

Saw their show last night here in Biel; incredible, just incredible. Quite loud for my damaged hearing, twangy guitars with mucho treble, but a great program of what I might call ‘Boudoir Blues’ – tango, mambo, garage stomp, eastern raga punk. It’s not that nobody else does that, but first of all Tav is the godfather of all those bands like my fave The Dead Brothers, but he is also very much rooted in the old Memphis songwriting tradition of Stax and Sun Records, a survivor, if there ever was one. Impressive. I also loved the grandseigneuresque performance of the man, ruling over a band of mostly european youngsters, with a superb guitar player, he with the look of a bank teller trying to be cool, and a Cleopatra-like drummer from Rome, who really knows where the hitting has to be hard.

For me this was the occasion to pay royalties for a tape I released 22 years ago – do not ask for a copy, it’s deleted, of course.
Buy Tav’s new product. Listen to it here on Myspace. And go catch him live if you can.

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