Spring’s sprung up finally in ol’ NYC and I’ve cobbled together another collection of extended tracks fine-tuned for moving with the sun on your face. Sit back and soak it all in.
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Back again into our whirlwind of a world wielding classic rock and modern fuzz. Rough, raw, rowdy along with this week’s NYC concert list. Attune, keep your chin up and tell a pal.
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One late night in the back end of 2016 during a rowdy post-election string of concerts, I saw Winstons get a crowd all riled up in the back room of Greenpoint dance club The Good Room. Everyone was raw from bad weather and an inescapably rough couple months and the room was ready for something real, and goddamn if these two didn’t bring it.
Over the few years since, Winstons have toured a bit, released a fantastic single and recorded what will be their first full length album, self-titled, out 3/1 on Virginia roots-rock imprint WarHen Records.
Been laying down some themes lately so this week’s show is just a mix of the music that’s tickled my fancy over a particularly wintry week in Brooklyn. Dig on the usual selection of vintage rock cuts and new indie and alternative from bands like Old Mexico, Mid-Air Thief and Threatmantics. Hope you’re as fancily tickled as I was!
The first time I met David Patillo aka Strange Majik was at his Lower East Side recording studio back in early 2015. We’d crossed paths because we both had radio shows (he was on the UK’s Amazing Radio back then) and I was a fan of his work as the guitar half of the blues-punk duo Dead Exs. We were meeting to discuss having him as a guest on Old Time Religion and to talk about his new (at the time) solo project as Strange Majik. Continue reading “What’s That Sound? Strange Majik – Channel T”
When I was a kid back in the ’80s and ’90s, my family owned one of those handheld cassette recorders with the handles. My sister and I, or sometimes friends, would record everything around us. We’d create little radio programs and skits and songs and such. It was silly and fun, full of inside jokes, the kind of thing young people did in in the safe space of close kinship. A level of comfortable where you didn’t care about what anyone thought or said, just fun for fun’s sake. Continue reading “What’s That Sound? White Mystery – “Outta Control””
