It looks like these days Richard H. Kirk is only releasing his music via iTunes. Personally, I prefer the way Amazon handles digital downloads, but I held my nose and bought this anyway. This is another collection of electronia meets dub reggae. The songs feel a tad bit more electronical and less authentic dub than they did on Chant to Jah which, surprisingly, I think I don't like as much. But that is just nitpicking. Overall, another great record.
Satan's Pilgrims are one of the better surf bands to have emerged during the 90s surf revival. Despite the album title and the soulful organ on the opening track, this is more of the same Astronauts-like surf sound that one has come to expect from Satan's Pilgrims. The CD ends with the excellent "Haunted House of Rock '95"—featuring a great, slow-pulsing vibrato drenched rhythm guitar—and the peppy vocal number, "Let's Go to the Beach."
Kill List starts off as a relationship drama then soon morphs into a British gangster film following the antics of two hitmen as they cross names off of their "kill list." It's gritty, violent and well-acted. If that were all that there was to this film that would be plenty. However, there is more to the story which is best if I didn't spoil it here. Let's just say that this is an anti-hero version of this classic film (click/hover the link at your own major spoiler risk).
I am not sure why Richard H. Kirk released this as Sandoz because it doesn't really sound anything like previous Sandoz records, and, as I said in an earlier review, the man can't settle a band name to save his life. As the title suggests, this is Kirk's electronic take on dub reggae. The end result is fantastic. There are throbbing bass lines, disembodied rasta voices, reggae samples and lots of digital bleeps and bloops. I have found that this a great record to play in the car during a slow drive at night in the big city.
Since the demise of Cabaret Voltaire, Richard H. Kirk has had about a zillion solo projects all with different names. It's a bit of a discographer's nightmare. I'm all for the one band line-up, one name approach that Wire used (when the drummer left the band, they renamed themselves Wir). But, seriously Richard, just because you used an arpeggiator doesn't mean you need to call yourself Arpeggio 13 or whatever.
So, I'm now four books into the Discworld series and I think I will keep going with it (only 33 more to go). Mort is another underdog-type story that I always enjoy and, on top of that, it has an imaginative take on how it must be like to be the grim reaper.
Rhino knows how to put together a great compilation and this 24-track "Best of" Sam the Sham & The Pharaohs is no exception. I already had this 70s "Best Of" record. I think all of those songs are represented here and there's about dozen or so more without a stinker in the bunch (well "Big Blue Diamonds" is not that good, but I'll give it a pass). There is also the added bonus of a nice thick booklet filled with detailed history and a few photos.
Aside from the laugh-out-loud "twist" finale involving a cat, a bag and a car driving down a winding road, this was, overall, a pretty crappy Fulci film. There wasn't even that much signature close-up gore to keep things interesting. The story felt like it would have been better served if it were simply a 22 minute Twilight Zone style tele-play rather than a full-length feature.
Another collection of analog synth laden songs from the members of Poster Children. This one feels a bit more focused and less sloppy than their debut EP. Still, these are loose, live feeling songs and not sequenced laptop tracks. I had always hoped that Poster Children would have incorporated more of this experimentation in their records too, but, alas, that never really happened. The CD includes a bunch of obsolete CD-ROM multimedia that crashes in a modern OS.
The Rutles make you realize just how unique, yet weirdly predicatable the Beatles were. Although intended as a joke, the lyrics are not too far off the mark of actual Beatles songs. In fact, I may actually prefer most of these songs simply because they have a sense of humor about them. Stuff like, "Although I may not be a man of words, yeah, yeah" is just great. This CD makes me want to be a hair dresser, or two. I'd like to be two hair dressers.