Friday, March 13, 2015

Thank You & Goodbye, Daevid Allen


A moment of remembrance for Mr. Daevid Allen of Gong, who has succumbed to cancer.The man's inventiveness was extraordinary. Whether you put on a Gong album from the '70s or last year's brilliant I See You, the music he made was never stuck in time - it was always from another realm entirely. Daevid's work was wonderfully peculiar and never boring. He was the real thing, and he will be missed.

UPDATE - March 13: 3.25pm EST: Just received this official press statement from the wonderful Anne Leighton, Gong's US publicist:

DAEVID ALLEN
13th January 1938 – 13th March 2015


It is with great sadness that we report the passing away of the great Daevid Allen, for many years the leading light in the anarchic collective Gong. Daevid lost his long battle with cancer, and the world is a little less sunlit as a result.
Daevid Allen was the kind of mercurial, inspiring individual whose free-thinking nature positively touched the lives of all who came into his orbit. When the Australian-born Allen first arrived in England in late 1960, he ended up as a lodger in the home of Robert Wyatt’s parents; the first Beatnik to be seen in the Kent countryside. Allen brought a glimpse of a different world and way of living to Wyatt and his friends, and later, as a founder-member of British psychedelic pioneers Soft Machine, added his unique vision to British rock music at the time.
It is as a founder-member of the sprawling collective Gong that Allen will be most closely associated; born out of the Paris Spring Commune of 1968, their debut album Camembert Electrique was memorably released in the UK in 1974 on the nascent Virgin Records label for the price of a vinyl single. Gong were never blessed with a stable line-up; Allen left the band in the mid-seventies, but reformed Gong in the early nineties. The latest Gong album – I See You – was released late in 2014, and was greeted with universally glowing reviews, a brilliant restatement of Allen and the band’s enduring musical and lyrical values.
Although Daevid Allen’s death at the age of seventy-seven is a sad loss, his lasting legacy – an unapologetic desire to live, explore, entertain and inform through his remarkable body of work, outside of the world of the everyday – will live on.
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The link below is a February 27 video of Daevid performing a piece from Khalil Gibran's The Prophet in Bryon Bay, Australia where poets and artists gathered to help celebrate his life and work.
https://vimeo.com/121783680
"For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountaintop, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly
dance."



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Monday, March 9, 2015

New Noise: The Rise of PRIMITIVE RACE



PRIMITIVE RACE, an international Industrial supergroup created by Lords of Acid manager and producer Chris Kniker, will make their long-awaited recorded debut on June 19th with the worldwide release of the Long In The Tooth remix EP on Metropolis Records.

Billed as “PIG vs. Primitive Race” and boasting nearly 50 minutes of music, the EP features tracks by Knicker and singer/lyricist Raymond Watts (PIG, ex-KMFDM) remixed by Praga Khan (Lords of Acid), Graham Crabb (Pop Will Eat Itself), Mary Byker (Gaye Bikers on Acid, Pigface, Apollo 440), Mark Brooks (Warlock Pinchers, Foreskin 500, Night Club), AK1200, Army of The Universe and Bells Into Machines. Other contributors include guitarist Mark Gemini Thwaite (Peter Murphy, Tricky, Mob Research, The Mission, Gary Numan) and co-producer Erie Loch (LUXT, Blownload, Exageist). Long In The Tooth will be available in digital, CD and streaming formats.

With Long In The Tooth, PRIMITIVE RACE finally reveal their music and intriguing cast of characters to the world. Initially launched in the spring of 2013 under a shroud of secrecy, the closed-mouthed nature of the project caused nearly two year's worth of rumors and speculation among music fans. With Long In The Tooth finally lifting the veil (or the paper bags, which some members have been known to wear on social media networks at times to mask their identities), PRIMITIVE RACE will continue their public arrival with a self-titled full-length album scheduled for a July/August release on Metropolis. Additional contributors slated to appear include Tommy Victor (Prong, Ministry, Danzig), Dave "Rave" Ogilvie (Skinny Puppy) and Kourtney Klein (Combichrist, Nitzer Ebb).

No mere side project, PRIMITIVE RACE is finally ready to unleash the full power of what they've been concocting in the shadows for far too long.

As Watts says of Long In the Tooth, "Due to fact that we all seem to be swamped by noise of all qualities from all comers... I decided to hook up with one of the noisiest fuckers I know... Mr. Chris Kniker... who hopefully can shout louder than everyone else out there and get this EP heard above the general generic din of dross in which we drown."



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Sunday, March 8, 2015

INTERVIEW - Misery Perfectum: Inside Eerie Von's New Documentary


Photo courtesy of Eerie Von


It's finally happening.

For years, various people in and out of the various Misfits/Samhain/Danzig camps have talked about producing an in-depth documentary on the inner workings of one or all of these groups. Although most of these projects came and went without much action beyond the initial idea phase, it looks like legendary former Samhain/Danzig bassist and one-time Misfits roadie/photographer Eerie Von is finally fulfilling the need for a definitive film on these subjects. Entitled Misery Perfectum, the movie is currently being crafted from 100-plus hours of video and thousands of photos dating back to the Glenn Danzig-fronted era of The Misfits. A childhood friend of brothers Jerry and Paul Caiafa – better known as Jerry Only and Doyle – Von was heavily involved in The Misfits' greatest era, regularly attending their practices and taking many of the band's most iconic photos. Misery Perfectum is a historical and journalistic endeavor by Eerie Von and is central to him and his time with these three bands.

Launched on March 5, the Kickstarter page for the film has already raised just under $3,000 as of this writing and offers an array of incredible rewards including rare/signed Danzig promo posters and an original canvas painting by Von himself.

The below interview not only sheds light on Von's current and ongoing plans for Misery Perfectum, but also coincides with the 20th anniversary of the first time I met him at (oddly enough) a Misfits jam session at the band's space in New Jersey. It's been “kool” (as he'd say it) getting back in touch with him. Here's what the man had to say to me about the Misery Perfectum, his time with Samhain and Danzig and the possibility of working with a certain singer again.

Photo courtesy of Eerie Von 

It's about time somebody did a documentary like this! Where do things currently stand with the project?

We are into the funding stage, which - when it succeeds - will help us pay for editing, restoration of video/photos, travel, the interviews and whatever else it costs to make a film.

What are some of the things Kickstarter pledgers can expect as this campaign moves forward?

I think we will send clips to those who pledged, and maybe some other stuff. I'm not sure yet. Things keep changing.

Who else is helping you complete this project, and how did they get involved?

Chris Hulbert and Wes Pryor as producers/directors, my manager Laura Jay for layout and design, Brian Steward for art along with Jaye S. Clarke, who has video and photos, as well as fans who are contributing pics and memorabilia.

What has so far been the most enjoyable part of doing this project?

Going through the footage has been a lot of fun. Found some stuff I didn't remember shooting!

As you went through all the pictures for your book [Misery Obscura] and now this film, which people/moments from your past really made you stop and smile when you came across those particular images?

It's an ongoing process. Some of the pics I haven't seen in 30 years. Restoring the old stuff and being able to use shots no one has ever seen is great. They all make me a little nostalgic and I enjoy looking at them, especially when they look like I just shot them. I am also working on a second book of just photos, also called Misery Perfectum.





Going back to the very beginning, what stands out in your mind the most from meeting Glenn the first time during the “Cave” photo shoot?

How small and thin he was back then - but I was, too. His sense of humor, mostly.

There are tons of stories and myths about the Glenn-era Misfits, but what are some common misconception or untruths you've heard about that era over the years that this movie will help clarify and address?

I don't know how many rumors will be laid to rest, but I think people don't know how hands-on Glenn was back then, from the T-shirts and shooting the 'Fits promo photos to hand-writing [letters] to all the Fiends.


Eerie and Doyle. Photo courtesy of Eerie Von


How would you say Samhain most differed from The Misfits?

Different approach - heavier lyrics, slower songs and guys willing to let Glenn pursue his vision.

Initium, Unholy Passion and November-Coming-Fire each had different lineups. Which version/era of Samhain did you like the best, and why?

They were all good, but I like the third album most. Just because I think the recording is better, and the band was moving into a bigger area.

The jump from Samhain to Danzig was huge, both in musical style and image. How instrumental was Rick Rubin in setting these changes in motion?

I just cut off my Devilock and stopped shaving. I still looked at it like the same band, but now we had a Metal guy and a killer drummer. Rubin brought the AC/DC/ Sabbath/ Zeppelin thing to the front, but me, Glenn and Chuck were still Punk Rock guys, so we just did our thing. I enjoyed playing in different styles and hearing music I never would have listened to before.

How did the experience of being in Danzig change for you once “Mother '93” took off?

It didn't change me. We just sold more records. We were already playing big places and doing alright without it. Nothing changed for me, except I got a few gold records out of it.


Photo courtesy of Eerie Von

This might be an impossible-to-answer question, but who were the best three bands Danzig toured with in term of both personality of band members/crew and quality of performance?

Easy enough - White Zombie, Type O Negative, Marilyn Manson. For all of the above reasons.

What made the “classic” Danzig lineup work so well musically? What was the magic of that band in those years that can't be duplicated?

It's not called "magic" for nothing. Sometimes it just happens. Did with us. I feel lucky to have had that in my life. Hope I feel that magic again someday. It can't be defined or captured.

Although the rumors about [original Danzig drummer] Chuck Biscuits' death that went around a few years were thankfully proven false, he certainly continues to live far off the public's radar. What is your current relationship with him? Why do you think he keeps such an incredibly low profile?

I don't know. I haven't heard from him since before the death rumors.

It seems that Glenn has been more willing to embrace his past in recent years – from touring with Doyle again to doing the Samhain shows last year to now planning to re-release the Who Killed Marilyn? single. How would you respond if he approached you about working together again?

I would be interested if it were for the right reasons. I would not do a "Danzig" reunion without Chuck and John - and a NEW record.

You were part of a musical history that means the world to a lot of people, Why does something that basically grew out of the Caiafas' garage still endure? Why do we still see kids with Devilocks all over the world 35 years later?

Because it's kool. The music, the image, the whole thing is fucking kool. That's pretty much it.


Photo courtesy of Eerie Von 




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Saturday, March 7, 2015

LIVE REVIEW - Gang of Four, Paradise Rock Club (Boston, MA) 3/6/15


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Last night was Andy Gill's moment of truth.

As Punk/Post-Punk moves into an awkward middle age, it is not uncommon to find several legendary bands from the late '70s/early '80s following in the footsteps of the generation before them and hitting the nostalgia circuit with only one original member in tow. Hell, if The Yardbirds can get away with touring with only one founding member, then why can't The Misfits? This is apparently the attitude driving the actions of what is being called “Gang of Four” these days. Although the band's beloved original lineup made a triumphant return at Coachella in 2005 (an event I had the honor of witnessing in person), the ensuing near-decade saw a variety of internal complications whittle the machine down to only Gill. Steering a ship as revered as Gang of Four alone is a tall order for a guy nearly 40 years into his career. The expected thing would be for him to call it day at this point, but the man has diligently (some might say defiantly) carried on with a reconstructed version of the band with three young guns. Naturally, this choice has left 'Gang of One' to face a fairly steep mountain of skepticism from fans and critics alike. Fortunately, this incarnation's recently released album, What Happens Next, has far more peaks than valleys. Of course, Gill is a master producer who's had a considerable hand in crafting a large of number of exceptional albums in recent years (Killing Joke's self-titled 2003 opus immediately springs to mind), so it's no shock that a release generated under his own steam largely succeeds. But can the man pull off this version of Gang of Four live?

Fueled by Gill's biting guitar, the thousand-mile stare of captivating frontman Jon King and the angular Funk of bassist Dave Allen and drummer Hugo Burnham, the original Gang of Four was brilliant in projecting tension onto an audience. But on a Friday night in a (still!) bitterly cold Boston, the tension came from the crowd. “Who the fuck is that? One Direction?” asked/complained a patron next to me as new singer John “Gaoler” Sterry hit the stage. Boston is one of those great cities where music fans of a certain age still come out in droves to celebrate the bands that shaped their pasts – but God help you if you phone in your performance or don't give the people what they want. So what does Gill do? Open his band's set with the first song off his new album. The audience cheered as expected when the band followed it up with 1979's “Not Great Men,” but then went relatively quiet as Gill and Co. launched into “I Parade Myself” off 1995's vastly (and unjustly) ignored Shrinkwrapped. After only three songs, it was clear that Gill had no intention of merely placating the punters. Good for him. At their best, Gang of Four was a confrontational and nonconformist entity. Why change that now?

What Worked: While Burnham will forever be the definitive keeper of the G04 beat, new drummer Jonny Finnegan was stunning. (It certainly helped that the drums were by far the loudest thing in the mix.) In addition to exceeding expectations on classic drum-intensive Gang tracks like “What We All Want” and “To Hell With Poverty,” he vastly improved upon the studio version of the What Happens Next track “Stranded” by giving it the energy and feel it needed to truly breath. He also gave “I Parade Myself” the expressive heaviness that the reformed original lineup failed to achieve when they attempted it live 10 years ago. Unsurprisingly, Gill's playing was exceptional, particularly on the aforementioned “What We All Want.” While there are plenty of things for fans to debate when it comes to the current state of affairs in this band, there is no argument to be had over Gill's talent and inventiveness.

What Didn't: As a vocalist, “Gaoler” has the voice and raw material necessary to properly serve Gang of Four on record. (He's absolutely fantastic on the new album, even though Gill should have used him more on it.) He also sang the old stuff exceptionally well - especially when his tired chords gave him a raspy edge towards the end of the night. However, the man severely lacks onstage charisma. This point was driven home when equipment issues on Gill's end halted the proceedings on more than one occasion. Instead of using this adversity as an opportunity to rise to the occasion and keep the momentum going through genuine frontman between-song skills, “Gaoler” simply stopped and stared at Gill like a deer in the headlights. “Gaoler” has it in him to properly lead a show (as evident when he finally perked up during “At Home He's A Tourist,” jumped all over the place and actually used the stage like the instrument it is), but the majority of his physical performance was listless at best. Gang of Four doesn't need to have David Lee Roth up there, but they need someone who is capable of carrying the energy and emotional weight of those classic songs. “Gaoler” is a gifted guy – and this writer is indeed a fan – but he's not there yet. Similar fault can be found with bassist Thomas McNeice, who played flawlessly but failed to project anything that remotely resembled interest or engagement.

(A few years ago, I got into a conversation with former Aerosmith guitarist Rick Dufay on the differences between Joe Perry and Jimmy Crespo. Rick summed it up perfectly: “[Jimmy] played it beautifully and stuff, but he didn't fuck it properly.” There certainly wasn't a lot of aural penetration coming from McNeice's side of the stage in Boston.)

What does it take to expertly play tunes you had no hand in writing? Ask Finnegan and McNeice. What does it take to perform songs with your heart? Ask Allen and Burnham.

If any other band on the planet delivered a gig like this, they would receive a more favorable review. But this is fucking Gang of Four; this stuff really matters. I respect Gill enough to give his work an honest review, for better or for worse. Criticism aside, I'm far from giving up on the Gang of Four of today – not when these new guys exhibit such strong abilities and potential and Gill has the power to produce fascinating music in the here and now. (Don't believe me? Take a listen to “The Dying Rays” off What Happens Next). Those who steadfastly refuse to acknowledge Gang of Four's existence beyond Entertainment! and Solid Gold will probably walk away from a show on this current tour disappointed, but those of us who have long admired Gill's willingness to take the band's sound into new territories – regardless of the risks to his career and reputation – will enjoy an evening with a genuine artist who continues to inspire. If “Damaged Goods” is the pinnacle of Gang of Four in your mind, you should probably stay home. But if you (like me) think “I Will Be A Good Boy” off Songs Of The Free and “Woman Town” off Hard are infinitely more daring and challenging than “Ether” off Entertainment!, Gang of Four circa 2015 is the band for you – especially once they work out their glaringly obvious kinks.





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Sunday, March 1, 2015

LIVE REVIEW - The Juliana Hatfield Three, The Sinclair (Cambridge, MA) 2/27/15




Photo Credit: Johnny Anguish/Daykamp Music

On February 28, 1994, the Juliana Hatfield Three - singer/guitarist Juliana Hatfield, bassist Dean Fisher and drummer Todd Philips - hit the stage in Memphis for what ended up being their final show for more than two decades. Fast-forward to one day shy of the 21st anniversary of that event, and a shoulder-to-shoulder crowd braved the snow-packed parking maze of Cambridge to witness the band's first full hometown show since they reformed last year.

Hitting the stage for only the third time since getting back together, the band performed their (until very recently) lone album, 1993's Become What You Are, from start to finish. Time has done nothing to diminish the strength of the record's 12 songs, as deep cuts like “Addicted” and the brilliant “For The Birds” earned the same level of audience enthusiasm as MTV hits like “My Sister” and “Spin The Bottle.” It was impossible to ignore the looks of absolute joy in the crowd as each of the album's songs unfolded. Become What You Are is dear to a lot of people's hearts, and it's an unexpected gift to be able to experience it live in 2015.

Even before the band hit the first notes of their classic album opener, “Supermodel,” there was already a lot of history represented on stage and throughout the Sinclair. In addition to living within walking distance from the venue, Hatfield birthed her career in this area in the late '80s while she was a member of the unforgettable Blake Babies. Philips first earned attention behind the kit for Massachusetts heavyweights Moving Targets and Bullet LaVolta (and more recently with The Lemonheads), while Fisher has worked with wife and fellow New England music mainstay Tanya Donelly. A look around the crowd revealed some Taang! Records band-emblazoned clothing here and there, while a good percentage of audience members had the hairlines and hair color indicative of years-long investment in Hatfield's career. This show wasn't just a gig by a popular '90s band; it was a celebration of a milestone album from a regional scene and tradition perpetually brimming with great music.

Perhaps it was the comfort of playing to a crowd of friends, family and devoted fans that led to such an enjoyably loose performance. Philips wore an ear-to-ear grin from start to finish, while Hatfield joked that the 21-year layoff in the band's activities has resulted in her mind forgetting things. (The quip was driven home when the flustered singer stopped “Feelin' Massachusetts” during the first verse to ask Philips if she had messed up the words. She hadn't.) Sure, the equipment was temperamental at times and there were guitar flubs aplenty, but these imperfections felt absolutely right in this setting. It takes a truly wonderful band to turn a big room like The Sinclair into an intimate living room.

Although the full live presentation of Become What You Are was a treat for any Hatfield fan, its inclusion in the set came at the expense of showcasing the band's recently released reunion album, Whatever, My Love. As discussed elsewhere on this site, Whatever, My Love is a beautiful and perfect as an album can be, which makes the performance of only three of its songs a bit of a letdown. As enjoyable as it was to see and hear the band bring out the electric Hey Babe version of “Nirvana” (a song that first appeared in acoustic form on The Blake Babies '91 EP, Rosy Jack World) and a surprise cover of Minor Threat's “I Don't Wanna Hear It” (!!!!), it would have been equally exciting to hear Whatever tracks like “If I Could,” “Invisible” and “Parking Lots” live. Unlike the vast majority of '90s bands still slugging it out on the road, the Juliana Hatfield Three do not have to merely rely on nostalgia to win over an audience. By reducing the new album to an afterthought, the band undersold their great asset.

This minor criticism aside, the Juliana Hatfield Three delivered exactly what you'd expect – endearingly imperfect Pop songs that have stood the test of time. It's so great to have them back.

(Hey, guys - Please don't make us wait so many years to see you again, okay?)

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Friday, February 27, 2015

FEATURE - The Real Thing Never Dies: The Pagans Are Back



The Pagans, 2015. Left to right: Ben Reagan, Tony Matteucci, Mike Hudson, Mike D'Amico, Loren Molinare. Photo by Julie Molinare

Author's Note: Shortly after conducting this interview, Mike Hudson was involved in a near-fatal car accident in Los Angeles. To aid in his lengthy recovery, a number of his closest friends are gathering for a special benefit concert on March 6 at Loaded Hollywood. More information (including the full lineup) is available here. Additionally, The Pagans have released their new track, “NoWhere Girl,” as a benefit single. My best wishes to Mike for a speedy recovery.

Four years ago, it looked like notorious writer and Cleveland Punk legend Mike Hudson was finally calming down. After a lifetime of hedonistic ups and horrendous downs, the incendiary scribe and Pagans frontman found himself living comfortably in Niagara Falls. Earning a living as the owner of a popular newspaper (The Niagara Falls Reporter) and years removed from the dirty stages he called home during his music days, Hudson - a man as well known for his self-destructive ways as he was for his creativity - had arrived at middle age with a day-to-day life that actually resembled stability.

But that all changed with a trip to California.

In the fall of 2011, Hudson received a call from Loren Molinare, longtime frontman of legendary LA/Detroit band The Dogs, inviting the singer to appear in the video for the band's cover of The Pagans classic, “Her Name Was Jane.” Happy to oblige, Hudson flew out to Los Angeles – and into the arms of a powerful new muse.

No stranger to the world of Rock 'N' Roll, the stunning Evita Corby was the former wife of Babys guitarist Michael Corby and the lady whose derriere graced the back cover of the Kill City album by Iggy Pop and James Williamson. Appearing as the female lead in the “Jane” video at the behest of photographer and longtime Dogs associate Heather Harris, she soon found herself the recipient of Hudson's amorous gaze.

“I fell like a ton of bricks,” he recalls.

Molinare will never forget how easily the two connected.

“It was kind of like being a onlooker to Richard Burton and Liz Taylor filming Cleopatra,” he says. “There was this intensity and electricity on the shoot.”

Before long, Hudson was selling his newspaper and heading to the Golden State to be with her.

(Crazy, right? You betcha, but you'll have to read the book to get the details on just how crazy.) 

Once unpacked and settled into the Land of Insecurity – oops, I mean Opportunity – known as Los Angeles, Hudson soon discovered that the city's deceptively sunny environs were perfect for a writer/musician with a penchant for chronicling – and living – the less savory aspects of the human condition.

“When I first lived here, I had an apartment in the hills that was right across the alley from a movie studio,” he recalls. “Out of my window, you could see a billboard that advertised a hotel; the billboard said, 'We're so Hollywood, our pool should be shallow at both ends.' It's a very shallow place, but I love it.”

Not surprisingly, Hudson's new locale soon inspired the creation of new music. The lyrics to the first song he wrote in Los Angeles, “Hollywood High,” were written after hearing some music Molinare (who also plays with LA Hard Rock veterans Little Caesar) had been developing at home.

“Mike came over on Christmas day,” Molinare recalls. “He came up to my music room and I said, 'Listen to this.' He goes, 'Lay it down for me,' The next day, he calls me up and he had the lyrics, and we wrote it. It was just instantly written.”

After “Hollywood High” provided the initial jolt of inspiration, the songs kept coming. Hudson would come up with the lyrical concept, and Molinare would take it from there.

“With Mike being a writer, it's easy to give him imagery, like, 'You're standing in the hallway. Sing what you might feel like if you're in the detention home watching these kids come in,'” explains the guitarist. “It was quick and fast. We didn't think about or analyze anything. It's probably the most spontaneous project I've ever played on. Rock 'N' Roll is an untamed beast; we just jumped on her back and let her take us where she went.”

Naturally, Hudson has a similarly high opinion of his co-writer.

“I think he's the best guitar player walking around today, and that's because he never stopped playing,” he says.

The collaboration between Hudson and Molinare has greater significance than simply putting together a killer collection of songs. Molinare's wife, Julie, was married to Hudson's brother and original Pagans drummer, Brian, who was killed in a car accident in 1991. Already a close friend of the family, Molinare later fell in love with and married Julie, helping to raise Brian and Julie's son, Marlon. (“He turned out really well for being of Hudson blood!” offers his uncle with a chuckle.)

“It was a relationship built through family for 20-some years,” Molinare says. “It was just coincidental that Mike was in The Pagans, a Cleveland street rock band, and I had my background with The Dogs being from Michigan. Being Midwest guys, we're not like LA or New York guys. On a musical level, it was real easy to relate to each other.”

Along the way, the two (along with one-time Pagans drummer David Liston) ended up in Nashville on the dime of an unnamed producer who offered Hudson some money to record a Country album.

“Every once in a while, we would cut a really bad version of one of these really bad Country and Western songs and send them back east just to make the guy think we were working on what he wanted us to work on,” Hudson says. “But really what we were doing was recording Hollywood High.”

Released November 4 on Ruin Discos, Hollywood High delivers an eight-song, 33-minute blast of energy that reminds listeners of what the real deal sounds like. Of course, the album's power isn't a surprise when considering that Hudson's been putting out records since the '70s and Molinare has been rocking with The Dogs in one way or another since the late '60s. Simply put, Hollywood High is worthy of the Pagans name. (Read a full review of the album here.)

“As I got into this project, I thought, 'This is as good as anything I ever did [with The Pagans],” Hudson remembers. “I called [original Pagans guitarist] Mike Metoff back in Cleveland and sent him the songs, and he was like, 'Go for it.' He and I are still very close. With his blessing, I thought it was cool. Even though it doesn't sound like 1978-era Pagans, it still has that edge. It's like The Pagans grew up.”

“It was a heavy statement from Mike to call it Mike Hudson and The Pagans,” adds Molinare. “Pagans fans could hear this album and go, 'Well, it's not like the Pagans I remember,' but those Pagans fans from 35 years ago have grown up and probably could relate to what is on [the album] now. A lot of the reviews validate what we were trying to do with the record.”

With a great new record to promote, Hudson and Molinare assembled a new Pagans lineup with Dogs drummer Tony Matteucci and White Murder bassist Mike D'Amico. On December 6, the new quartet performed a set at the Hollywood High record release party at Blue Bag Records in Silver Lake. It was the first time Hudson performed a full live set in over a decade. Not surprisingly, the band easily won over the uber-hip crowd of Los Angeles rockers and tastemakers.

“The response was really cool,” Molinare says, “Mike came out and read from one of his books, so we had some spoken word before we launched into the set.”

“Most of the people in the audience weren't civilians; they were musicians and writers,” adds Hudson. “The fact that it was well-received by that audience meant a lot to me.”

Later that month, The Pagans (who by then also included former Feederz/current Richie Ramone guitarist Ben Reagan) recorded a new song, “NoWhere Girl.” Then came the launch of an official Facebook page

There wasn't anyone familiar with The Pagans who expected any of this to be happening nearly 40 years after the band's first single. And that includes Mike Hudson, a man pushing 60 whose entire life has been a series of unexpected twists and turns.

“Coming out here has made all the difference in the world,” he says. “It's almost like I planned it (laughs).”


Photo by Julie Molinare



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Sunday, February 22, 2015

LIVE REVIEW - Midge Ure, Johnny D's (Somerville, MA) 2/21/15





“This is about as low-key as you can get!” joked Midge Ure shortly after taking the stage at Johnny D's in Somerville, MA on a snowy February evening. As previously discussed on this site, Ure is currently traveling through North America on his “Fragile Troubadour Tour,” a jaunt that sees the longtime musician (Ultravox/Thin Lizzy/Visage/Rich Kids) driving from club to club with only his guitar and a modest selection of merchandise. This is quite a tall order for a 61-year-old man who performed in front of millions as part of Live Aid three decades ago. But for nearly two hours, the music he delivered at this small venue across from the Davis Square Station earned enough love and admiration to fill an arena.

Stripped down to only his voice and six strings, Ure effortlessly carried the 105-minute show by delivering classic after classic from both his solo career (including stellar versions of “If I Was,” “Cold Cold Heart,” “Guns And Arrows,” the new track “Become” and the Berlin Wall-inspired “Tumbling Down”) and his time with the legendary Ultravox (”Hymn,” “Vienna,” “The Voice,” “Brilliant,” “Dancing With Tears In My Eyes,” an extraordinary “Lament”). The recently departed Steve Strange was honored with a soaring rendition of Visage's “Fade to Grey,” while the encore included covers of Tom Rush's “No Regrets” (Ure's first solo hit from 1982) and David Bowie's “Lady Stardust.” Ure's trademark voice remained strong throughout the set, reaching its apex during a stunning “Vienna.” Simply put, the man still has it.

(By the way, full marks go to the vast majority of the audience, who actually refrained from talking throughout the show and simply took in the music coming from the stage. What a novelty in 2015!)

Ure punctuated his 21-song set with a self-deprecating sense of humor that covered everything from his sometimes-shaky solo career (he responded to the applause given to “Breathe” with “...and you didn't buy it!”) to his thick Scottish accent (which he compared to Groundskeeper Willie's). He also took a dig at the “kara-fucking-oki” artists currently dominating the charts, questioning why a show like America's Got Talent is even necessary in the country that invented Rock 'N' Roll. Of course, the best way for an artist to swim against the tide of today's music business is to keep true artistry alive, and that is exactly what Ure is doing on this current tour.

The conditions outside were treacherous, the crowd inside was modest and the environs were far from glitzy. But every single person who braved the lousy weather to be at Johnny D's last night felt every single note this singer/guitarist offered from that stage. That's the mark of a genuine performer. After a 45-year career of intense ups and downs, Midge Ure has clearly won the game.


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