Heavy Rotation 49

June 20, 2010

For your reading pleasure this week (all links open in a new window – all mp3s can be downloaded by right-clicking on the song title):

A Kalvacade of Kinkade news! Drunk driving, lawsuits, character assasinations… it’s all here!

(check out the comment section for more fun…)

(On the “Placerville” biopic – specifically how fake it is. Plus, why do Kinkade’s houses always look like they’re burning down from the inside?)

(How Thomas Kinkade imagines he creates art. Step by tedious cliched step.)

Earlier versions, now 90% Kinkade-free!:
The Heavy Rotation Archives

Incubator – Cigarettes.mp3
If you were here for last week’s Heavy Rotation, we led off with a Jesus and Mary Chain-styled piece of fuzzy bliss by Rraaiillss, a.ka. Adam Anderson. Well, as it turns out, not only is he extraordinarily talented but he’s a hell of a nice guy as well, as I received an email from him thanking me for featuring his music.

After emailing back and forth a bit, he pointed me in the direction of another of his projects, Incubator. Say goodbye to the waves of carefully crafted feedback and say hello to something that sold its guitars to buy keyboards.

Feast your ears on this: a gorgeous slice of synth-y loveliness called Cigarettes, which conjures up all the best parts of Joy Division/early New Order filtered through the best stuff m83 and Ulrich Schnauss have to offer. Completely catches the feeling of that catch in your heart when you wake up next to someone you fully expected to be gone, especially the way that burst of unfiltered emotional sunlight revives a flagging psyche.

Foster the People – Pumped Up Kicks.mp3
Now that your heart is racing unsteadily, let’s jump into a slice of bouncy heaven, albeit one that makes you laugh inappropriately. Foster the People would (very charmingly) like to inform you that they plan on killing you for your kick-ass (and very expensive) trainers.

As the chorus swells, you’ll be forced to sing along, alarming unsuspecting passersby with your murderous intentions and blithesome (thx Ulysses) harmonizing:

All the other kids with their pumped up kicks
Better run better run
Outrun my gun

And then, no fucking shit, they start whistling. It’s altogether too much. You can try and fight it but they’re still going to charm the shoes right off your bullet-riddled corpse. (Show of hands: who else felt the urge to do the Swim by eight beats in or so? Be honest.)

Parties in Belgrade – Statues.mp3
Still sticking with bouncy, it’s Parties in Belgrade, a band that usually runs a little darker, but in this instance channel all the feelgood parts of the Happy Mondays, with lead singer Carlos Anthony sounding more like Shaun Ryder than Ryder does these days.

And away they go, rambling on about erecting facetious pedestals, using words more for their flow than for deeper meaning. The slightly-tuffer-than-Happy guitars start duelling, one conjuring Hawaii and the other Pere Ubu.

Have no idea what the fook I’m on about?*

*[See next track for exactly what the fook I’m on about.]

Happy Mondays – Tokoloshe Man.mp3
A prime cut from the heyday of these baggy Madchester dance-rock merchants. One of two songs stolen from John Kongos (the other is Step On). When they could be troubled to put the smack down long enough to record, they cranked out some of the best twisted pop out there. Lead singer Shaun Ryder would then stamp his unmistakable vocals on the track, freely associating, swearing and stealing bits of others’ songs, turning each Monday’s song into a catchy, shambling wreck that charmed you with its rough-edged cheerfulness even as it shook you down for drug money.

This song is an undeniably pleasant way of dealing with a creature from the collective nightmares of South Africa, a hairy beast that is part “zombie, poltergeist and gremlin,” capable of crossing cultural boundaries just to kill:

It makes no difference if you are yellow or you’re red
When the bad man says
Tonight is the night when you are dead

Plus, it has some well-deployed organ.

Twisted Wires – Oh Hell.mp3
To wrap things up, we’re going dark with the perfect track to send you out into the word, all covered in sunglasses and feisty antagonism. Friends of Adam Anderson/Rraaiillss/Incubator, Twisted Wires conjures up ghosts both chronic and recent* including Sex Gang Children, the Swans, Chrome, Fields of the Nephilim, Holy Fuck, Bauhaus and maybe even a little Coil.

*[Name that reference!]

Dark dark dark. Minor chords pinned down by bass-heavy drones and near-tribal drumming. The perfect antidote to all the smiling faces currently exiting/entering various places of worship.

[Need a track taken down? Care to point out my numerous spelling errors and faulty references? Just need me to wire “some amount” of USD to a Nigerian FedEx? Contact me at: 2timegrime@gmail.com.]



  1. The Happy Mondays, yay! Really loved your description here, CLT, perfect! Esp, combining words like ‘catchy, shambling wrecks that charm you’ and ‘rough edge cheerfulness’. Too true, too true…just a great description of the HMs…

    And in the part about Foster the People when you said, “alarming unsuspecting passersby with your murderous intentions”, I had the funny memory of being at a picnic recently and my friend’s cherub child 3 year old started singing, in the full guttural howl style of Nick Cave, “fire down below, fire down below” – Alarming unsuspecting passerby’s indeed!

    Great fun as always Mr CLT

    • Ruby –

      I do love the Mondays and their train wreck of a career. Ryder was so good at being both scary and funny at the same time. And their “It’s all a larf, innit?” worldview probably saved them from more than one copyright infringement lawsuit.

      Ah, to be 3 again and howling muderously at complete strangers. Nowadays, it’s all restraining orders and law enforcement interventions. Back then, you could conceivably get away with murder, if only you had the arm strength to lift a gun.

      Thanks for the comment, Ruby. Great to see you.

  2. Incubator- I love it when artists are friendly and available. One of my friends is passionate about befriending lesser-known bands. Once she bought a dead octopus in a jar for the members of Man Man. Aside from that anecdote, I really enjoyed this song. Around three minutes in, I asked myself, “Is this M83?”

    Foster the People- I had a great time listening to this song. It’s bouncy, cheerful, and induces feelings that I can only compare to cotton candy. I think the only time I’ve ever truly laughed at a song was when Animal Collective’s Graze suddenly transforms into a medieval carnival about halfway through the song.

    Parties in Belgrade- Look Bebe, the lead singer’s name is CARLOS. (Sorry, she just loves Mexicans.) Anyway, there’s something very familiar and comforting about hearing exuberant British men sing. The Hawaiian/British fusion is an interesting (and fantastic) juxtaposition of musical elements.

    Happy Mondays- Annnnnnnnnnnd now I understand the comparison you made in your commentary about Parties in Belgrade. Instead of Hawaiian elements, this seems to have some sassy jazz playing in the background. As for the organs, you already know about my unhealthy obsession with them. (On on a related note, thank you for introducing me to the Sisters of Mercy.)

    Twisted Wires- Oh sweet Jesus, this is so unbelievably fantastic. Some of the images in my mind: cemetaries, blood, upside-down crosses, and ANTIQUE FURNITURE. Am I the only one who thinks antiques are inherently creepy?

    • Well, I’ve only gone back and forth with Adam Anderson a few times, but he has yet to express the desire that someone (hint, hint) purchase him a dead animal. However, the m83-ness of the track cannot be denied, gift-wrapped animal corpse or no.

      I’m going to have to hunt down “Graze.” That does sound like too much fun. Carnivals are about the funnest thing ever aside from their creepy calliope music, but that’s kind fun in itself.

      I, myself, am a fan of great organ highlights, which does not include calliopes (although they seem to be from the same family). I’ll be looking into Parties in Belgrade’s catalog as I’m all for a 2nd coming of the Happy Mondays, especially as the Mondays were a bit underwhelming when they made a belated return to recording (and perhaps, sobriety).

      Twisted Wires: even the name spells haunted antiques. I think its their dustiness that makes them creepy. That and their spider magnetism. Plus, the proprietors of antique stores are pretty creepy, generally being as old as the merchandise when not being some form of overly cheerful yuppie.

      Thanks for the extensive comment, Rachel. Until next week…

  3. The songs that stood out to me most were the first two. Although Incubator’s “Cigarettes” had a slow build and generally mellow mood, it proved to be a melodic sensation of morning-after relief and appreciation. It was an ethereal call of victory- a whisper of victory, rather. I enjoyed the sound waves delicately tickling my eardrums.

    The song “Pumped Up Kicks” was excellent. I downloaded it immediately and can’t wait to play it next time my mom orders me into washing the dishes. It’s upbeat and contemporary. I can snap my fingers to it! Unless of course they are occupied by dinner platters and dripping in dish soap.

    Well done post, Capitalist! Looking forward to your next edition. 🙂

    • Cigarettes hits all the right sweet spots and puts me in the mood to drop more blissful electronica. Look for Ulrich Schnauss, m83 remixed and perhaps some Fluke in the near future. Oh, and something by the Delta Mirror, whom are new to me as of this morning.

      Pumped Up Kicks is the perfect soundtrack to pretty much anything, although soapy fingers don’t really lend themselves to snapping. However, it won’t stop you from doing the Swim. Nothing can stop that.

      Thanks for the visit and comment, bebe.

  4. I got totally immersed in the Thomas Kinkade links which provided an almost psychedelic backdrop to your selections this week. One reason I love your blog if that I never know what kind of ‘journey’ I’m going on through your music, links and eloquent composition. Makes me wish there was a CLT ‘music ride’ at Epcot. A (personal) subtle metamorphosis has been taking place: I seem to be much more ‘aware’ of music. You can single-handily transpose a song into a mathematical equation, a literary work of art or a poem. Lovely post as always.

    • Elizabeth –

      I’m glad you dug the links. Kinkade is a bit of a bastard whose career seems to predicated in exploiting his “faith.” However, now that his “burning from the inside” cottage industry has filed for bankruptcy, he’ll be allowed to continue screwing even those who’ve won the lawsuit.

      I’m not sure if the Epcot is the place for me, but I’d love to see how many f-bombs they allow before the “family” experience they’re shooting is ruined. They do have the right mix of the surreal and the commercial though.

      Thanks very much for the compliments and the visit, Elizabeth.

  5. RE: “both chronic and recent”.

    A Musical Journey Through the Betty Ford Clinic – Simpsons.

    • Congratulations, o/o!

      You win the right to disparage the link/article of your selection!

  6. Incubator definitely has something going on. I’ll have to give them another listen on actual (i.e. non-computer) speakers.

    Thanks, CLT.

    • Factory computer speakers suck. Finally, I have mine upgraded. They’re some second-hand Yamahas but they kick a hell of a lot harder than HP’s included set.

  7. I understand that Mr. Kinkade makes gooey paintings that are oil and canvas equivalent of Chicken Soup for the Soul. I’ve had the unfortunate experience and viewing several of them since I know a handful of people over 65. They suck, artistically, and are deserving of lampooning (see: somethingawful.com). I get it.

    What I don’t get are two of Mr. Cullum’s phrases used in describing Mr. Kinkade’s work. The first, “aggressive pastels,” is meaningless. Mr. Kinkade may overuse pastels, he might use them inappropriately, he probably gets discounts on bulk orders, but his (or anyone’s) pastels cannot be aggressive.

    The second phrase states that the paintings “employ … a domineering religious worldview”. This is at least has a clear meaning, but does not describe any Kinkade painting I’ve seen. While Mr. Kinkade’s output is such that it is impossible for a single human to have viewed all of his work, clearly I’ve missed the works entitled “Gays to the Gas Chamber, Go!” and “Planned Parenthood on Fire”.

    Mr. Kinkade’s religious paints are of crosses (historically and geographically inaccurate), churches (most of which appear to be somewhere in Bavaria), and scenes from Israel (none involving bulldozers or Palestinians). If, to Mr. Cullum, this amounts to “a domineering religious worldview” it says more about Mr. Cullum’s understanding of the world than Mr. Kinkade’s.

    Do not take this as a defense of Mr. Kinkade. It is not. (Though, yelling “codpiece” whilst drunk in Vegas does raise a bit of sympathy. I get that, too.) It is a criticism of Mr. Cullum’s lazy journalism and intolerance. They are both hacks, just in different vocations and on opposite sides.

    • Thanks for the extended take on Mr. Cullum’s article. I’m not going to spend much time (or perhaps, any) defending his writing skills and I won’t even bother heaping on more dirt onto Kinkade’s shoulders. I don’t particulary have a horse in this race, as they say, but I did enjoy his article enough to link it.

      That being said, I think that character assassination pieces lend themselves to a bit of hackery, as writing bad things about bad people is easy and thus, fosters some laziness if the author is not careful. CIP: it’s a whole lot easier to write a bad review than write a positive one. The negative can be almost infinite but there are only so many superlatives that don’t sound cliched or smarmy.

      Thanks again for reading and listening, o/o. Always a pleasure having you stop by.

  8. See this is exactly what I was talking about when I was going on and on (and on) about niches a few months ago. This is the new internet. You my brother, can sell some motherfucking music if you so choose to. You can seriously do something with this, because you know so much about music.

    Whitey has already been in touch with you and now Rraaiillss is too. In no time now people are going to be knocking down your blogodoor wanting you to write press releases and reviews and it’s all because you know more than 99.9 percent of the people out there (at least that I’ve ever met, in life or online) about music.

    You’re lucky as hell. The only things I know about are drugs, crime and jail. And I know how much you know about music.

    I loved the Parties in Belgrade and Happy Monday (to you) too! –Get it?

    • Thanks very much for your heady blend of compliments and drug references. I’d like to do more with this music thing, but I seem to gravitate towards artists that have not much available over at Amazon.

      I do hope more musicians come knocking on my blogdoor, though. I like the cut of their collective jib, being musicians and all, and am more than happy to point people in their direction (if they’re any good, of course).

      However, I’m in no real hurry to turn this into a paying job as I would hate to be put on a deadline that I don’t think I would make. Plus, I still like doing the funny and as tempting as it is to turn this into an mp3 blog, I’d still like to blog off on various tangents for the most part.

      I will continue to see what can be done about affiliate listing, etc. but at this point, it’s still just a hobby and sharing music is something I do because I like to.

      Glad you dug a couple of tracks, Scott and a very Happy Monday to you as well.

  9. Forget Limewire! From now on this is the only site I’ll be coming to for free kickass tunes.

    Love these, Mr. Tamer. Incubator, Happy Mondays and Twisted Wires are worth more than their weight in free stuff.

    • Yeah! Screw Limewire and their lawsuit-losing ways! I’ve got your FREE right here, FSG. Each and every week. Plus no more searches that turn up mostly porn/viruses. Huzzah!

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