By Steve Weinstein
By Bryan Bierman
By Lindsey Rhoades
By Chaz Kangas
By Ben Westhoff and Sarah Purkrabek
By Jena Ardell
By Jesse Sendejas Jr.
By Katherine Turman
Suggested activities for optimum listening:
1) Feeding fresh mango to your loversticky, but cleanup is fun
2) Sampling everything from Cones
3) Nibbling dark chocolatefrom anywhere, so long as it's over 70%while sipping tiny cups of Drambuie
4) Savoring variously flavored vodkas
5) Sipping a palate-cleansing Bitters & soda (with a dash of Roses Lime)
NEXT WEEK: Oh My Goth!
Intro: "The Apple" from THE APPLE soundtrack This ditty is sung during a huge production number in Hell, from one of our favorite futuristic-apocalyptic-disco musical extravganazas! No, really. Now we know what happened to glam rock when it died. What's a "juju apple" anyway?
"I Am a Tangerine" by Tangerine, from TANGERINE (Creation, 1990) Former Crash singer Mark Dumais, here babbling insanely in what must have been an X-inspired momentthis X, not this one. It's a little silly, but so is most everything we like. Seriously silly, we mean. Rare record, actually. oh, and this is not Tangerine Dream.
"Do the Pig" by Rodd Keith, from I DIED TODAY (Tzadik, 1996) Vanity label hack or obscure geniusyou decide. The whole album is great fun for parties, and the title of this track can be taken in so many interesting ways...
"With Canteloupe Girlfriend" by Three O'Clock, from SIXTEEN TAMBOURINES (Frontier, 1983) We love these kiddies, who made a few great albums before being signed to Prince's Paisley Park label and making their last (and only boring) record. There's an old proverb that says: "For children, a woman. For pleasure, a boy. For ectasy, a melon." We really don't understand that, but maybe Borat can explain it to us.
"Finest Drops" by Wire, from IBTABA (Mute, 1993) Wire sure posed as a bunch of dirty-minded sods, didn't they? And the bass plyer sure looks cute in black 501s.
"Lips like Sugar" by Echo & the Bunnyman, from CRYSTAL DAYS (Rhino, 2001) One of this Bunnnymen's finest moments, here in an extended (distended?) remix. Remember when the word "remix" meant "longer version of song in question, with funny noises and extra-cool effects" and not merely "looped drum beats from an old r&b or other hit, with someone talking over it"? Anyhow, we know exactly what Mac's thinking.
"Taste of Cindy" by the Jesus & Mary Chain, from PSYCHOCANDY (WEA, 1985) One of the very few real landmarks in recent pop history, made by a bunch of stoned kiddies from Scotland. We once drove from Memphis to New Orleans to see this band play for about 15 minutes; the opening act was Shellyan Orphan (see bellow). The combined audience for these two acts was quite the spectacle to behold, dear ones.
"Taste" by Ride, from NOWHERE (Reprise/WEA, 1990) Yes, please.
"Purple Lips" by Nico, from DRAMA OF EXILE (Cleopatra, 1993) Oh, Nicowhat is she babbling about. Probably a smack overdose, though of course we always think of eating purple popsicles when we hear this. Many versions of this 1981 record are about, so choose your poison.
"Blue-Black Grape" by Shellyan Orphan, from HELLBORINE (Rough Trade, 1987) Something about A Midsummer Night's Dream, we think. Nice horns and strings on this album, if a bit pure for out tastes. They used to have an artist onstage painting while they performed. So fey, so English.
"We All Love Peanut Butter" by the One-Way Streets, from ROCKIN' 1966 PUNKERS BACK FROM THE GRAVE PART 1 (Crypt) Apocalyptic lyrics chanted by stoners (about whom we can find nothing) over a messy cover of "Little Black Egg." Sort of remade by the Ass Ponies, but they made up most of the lyrics for their version. Scary either way. We almost included "Peanut Duck"another fake dance-craze song by the TKs from the girl-group collection packaged in a hat boxbut we thought that was pushing it. Even for us.
"Buried Bones" by Tindersticks, from CURTAINS (London, 1997) A duet with Ann Magnus (of Bongwater). We once shared an elevator with him in Barcelona in a hotel we had no right to be in) and were struck speechless because he was so well-groomed. He's dreamy. This song is creepy. And this show is over...