The Dead Weather – Lose the Right

by The Insomniac

mmmm…. I’m all for stars going out on their own to venture off into new sounds and experiment, but with Jack White’s recent releases, there seemed to be a piece missing or maybe too much self indulgence and not enough people saying “no”. You can argue all you want that some of his side projects with other musicians are mere vehicles to showcase his wackiness under new light, but there’s a different sound that’s produced when there’s more than one head in the room writing songs.

The White Stripes struck a cord with the masses – a perfect amount of grit and weeping falsetto, noisy angst and sheer volume. They were the kings of alt-rock in the early 21st century. People are meant to evolve but it’s hard not to compare the new ventures to past creations, especially creations so addicting they took up residence in our headspace relentlessly. The Raconteurs were a more tame cut of that sound as if White felt the heavy boot of radio airplay coercing them with promises of fame if they traded away some edge. His solo work was intimate, slower, and had its roots in basic blues. The Dead Weather however is the only project I’ve heard from him that came close to matching the veracity of the Stripes. Hypnotic with an otherworldly flare, desolate with a dystopian spine, it sounds like something haunting is being released from their instruments – as if they are channeling some ghostly electric muse who loves excessive organ in each song. That grit is more at home here than anywhere else. And it thrives. Makes for nice creepy musical goodness this Halloween season.

“Lose the Right” is one of the standout tracks from The Dead Weather’s new album Dodge and Burn, out this past September. If records were dreams, this one would be the biggest nightmare yet. That’s mostly a compliment for a band like them. Check it out and enjoy.

Mixtape 8, Side B: “I Miss the Blazing Sun and Warm Nights”


by The Insomniac

Boys, gals, bubs, apes, ape-ettes, please excuse my recent silence – I am sending in this entry to assure our millions of fans that I am around and am mostly healthy.

I decided to hijack Side B of our 8th mixtape and send out a certain kind of vibe this evening. As my colleague Art did while reminiscing of the pleasant memories of New York, a cultural mecca with all its urban charm and random violence/muggings, I’ll be reminiscing on the past season as we say farewell to the long days and welcome the long nights.

There’s something about the air when Fall comes around. The noise from the hotter months is faint now, and there seems to be a constant smell of smokey wood-burning in the distance. We’re at that transition point where midday is warm and still feels like an old sun-stained postcard from paradise that was left by the window sill while the following twilight reminds you of the freezing desolation to come. I have the sudden urge to drink heartier ales and spend more time in places that qualify as “taverns”. It’s all a bit eerie.

Bears have the right idea – Around now, most of them start hibernating and don’t come out until April. That’s so rogue. What a life. Just an apex predator killin it in the woods – salmon platters, honey, maybe the occasional jaunt into a campsite to scare people and drink all their booze. Then when it gets a bit chilly, they just dip for 6 months. What a savage. I sometimes wish I could do the same (I do go on the occasional belligerent jaunt into stranger’s campsites, actually), but we apes must push onward.

Well cheers to the Summer, what a lovely girl. She was a hot mess and burned me a few times along the way but I don’t regret any flings. Hopefully this tape captures the feeling of long night drives, hearty ales, quiet taverns, and freezing unrelenting desolation. Stay warm out there.

Mixtape Monday – Tape 8: Side A – “I Miss The City Streets and the Neon Lights”

by, Art Carny

Did you really think Art Carny was gone for good?  Guess again!  Fooled ya!  Boy, did you guys look scared… Okay, so there was no vessel to some unnamed planet after all.  The mixtape was real, though, and from the outpouring of letters and general good wishes/support it seems as though I struck a cord (chord?) with all of you out there.  This is kind of why I decided to withhold from booking the experimental space trip with Virgin and Google.  In the end it would get too lonely and I don’t think I’d really want to nurture the offspring of billionaires for the generational beginnings of a new post-global society.

…lazy non sequitur warning… the Side A of this 8th mixtape is centered around life in the city.  I remember when my grandparents would tell me, “Art, hunny we are going into the city now.  Make sure you keep your wallet in your front pocket and don’t look strangers in the eye.”  Needless to say, I took their advice and still to this day keep my wallet in the front pocket.  This came in handy the other night when I was mugged by strangers.  I didn’t see them coming since I never look anyone in the eyes and it even took them a few uncomfortable seconds longer to procure my wallet.

Heed the advice of your elders, you damn dirty Apes!