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Sunday night, Notsuoh plays host to Your 33 Black Angels, a manic garage-psych group from Brooklyn, N. Y. The band sometimes boasts eight members, and reminds us of a less-pretentious Brian Jonestown Massacre or trance-driven Black Lips.
And there's the "96 Tears" organ that chimes in here and there. But then the mouth harp and horns come out of nowhere and it evokes Exile On Main St., so Y33BA obviously has something for everyone.
(I guess this means Anton Newcombe is shooting me when the BJM hits Houston in April. Welp, it's been a fun run.)
The band has recorded four albums, with a new one, Moon and Morning Star, just getting released this past week.
Before the band comes into town, I asked them to list ten albums that you cannot, absolutely, positively, must not leave this mortal world without hearing. I think I am doing pretty good since I have heard half of them. Still got lots of living left...
Neil Young, Tonight's the Night:
Five friends get together in a studio to drink, play pool, mourn two good friends, and eventually get around to putting down an incredible record. Also just some damn good, gut-wrenching rock and roll.
Fleetwood Mac, Tusk:
Age-old story. Pop supergroup follows up one of the biggest commercial successes of all time with a scattered, self-indulgent, weirdo masterpiece.
The Hoa Hoas, Pop/Drone/Pedals:
Catchy, trippy, dance-y, hypno-psych-rock from the great white north. One of the best bands ever.
Prince, Sign O' The Times:
Cobbled together from three distinctly different album projects, this one shows Prince in top form from all angles. Gorgeous ballads ("Adore"), uptempo rockers ("I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man"), minimal dance funk ("Hot Thing"). One of the great chaotic double albums (see also: Tusk).
Apollo Heights, White Music for Black People:
Beautiful shoegaze guitars, heavy hip-hop beats, space-opera vocals...this record is one of a kind.
Guns N' Roses, Appetite for Destruction:
Uhhhh....Sweet. Child. O'. Mine.
Francis Albert Sinatra & Antonio Carlos Jobim, Francis Albert Sinatra & Antonio Carlos Jobim:
Two absolute masters at the top of their game. Frank's most nuanced vocal performance, combined with Jobim's guitar and Claus Ogerman's gorgeous string arrangements puts this one way above all of the other bossa nova cash-ins that were the rage in the late 60s. A classic.
Bobby Beausoleil, Lucifer Rising:
Mind-melting instrumental psych-rock soundtrack to Kenneth Anger's short film of the same name. Fully composed and recorded by convicted murder and Charles Manson cohort Bobby Beausoleil while serving out a life sentence in prison. If that's not interesting enough, the dude beat out Jimmy Page to score the film.
Nonesuch Explorer Series: South Pacific, Island Music:
Kind of cheating on this one, but chances are you've never heard humans sing like this ("Faikava Love Song"), so check [it] out.
