Friday, December 5, 2025

Selexia/Snowbeasts-split cassette, No Sides Records 2025

 

 

No Sides Records is one busy label these days. A month or so back Disaster Amnesiac received an email from the Chicago based concern with a list of late 2025 releases. It was stacked, and due to technical issues with my old ass Mac it was not possible to cop the pre-releases linked in said email. Now that their official release date is upon us, though, that's a different story, so let's start with split cassette from Selexia and Snowbeasts. This seemingly untitled album features four tunes with a twist. Each group placed one of their own tracks upon it, and then the other remixed it and placed that one on as well. Selexia leads things off with None Remain. Their original version features Cold Wave synth stabs, a propulsive sequenced beat that has an incredibly phat bass drum sound, and female vocals that show up with an icy, detached manner. The occasional sampled rando voice also arises out of the dance matrix of this song. It'd probably be perfect for a post-apocalypse dance party in some bombed out downtown American metropolis. Snowbeasts' remix of None Remain compresses the drums' sounds a bit and adds a bit more action from some sort of synthesizer, along with choral vocal touches. The main vocal track is buried a bit deeper within the mix, and it's as if a survivor of the last days were hearing it while hurrying away from post-human orcs intent on putting zombie bites on the last humans. Forged In Fire is the Snowbeasts contribution to the collaboration. This tune's programmed rhythm machine beat is a real banger: it can move your butt or your imagination, depending on whether you're seated or standing. Astute Dub influences emerge as layers are peeled back and then reapplied. Wordless vocals and chromatic keyboard riffs bring the thing home. This frenetic piece of EDM is a genuine rocker, and fans of the genre's multi-decades long aesthetics will find plenty of spookiness and urban decay with which to step to. The Selexia remix of Forged In Fire is much like the None Remain one in that the initial drum track is amended somewhat. A crackin' snare drum sound, much reminiscent to this listener of the one utilized by The Normal so many years ago, pushes its initial moments into a chilly breakdown before emerging again. A single note keyboard pulse wraps the remix up, and, again, you'll likely find yourself out on the floor, any floor, should you have any kind of heart pulse whatsoever. This split release from Selexia and Snowbeasts hits well and hard. Grab it for your New Years Eve party and treat those in attendance to some effective Dance/Trance music sounds! That's Disaster Amnesiac's birthday so don't forget to invite me, too.

Thursday, December 4, 2025

Burning Palms-False Prophet; Baby Tooth Records, 2017

 

It was a few weeks ago that Disaster Amnesiac found myself drifting past the cassette section at Wooden Tooth Records on Congress St. in Tucson, a diminutive (in comparison to the vinyl focus of the store) area, yet one filled with an appealing assortment of releases, current and historical. As this drifting occurred one tape grabbed and kept my gaze: False Prophet by Tucson band Burning Palms. It just had an aura about it, one that convinced me pretty much immediately to carry it on over to the register and make it mine. Very happy to have done so, for within its duration there has been a lot of really groovy listening that's flown from the speakers of two systems a mi casita. Nightstalker starts the proceedings off and it introduces the overall aesthetic modalities of Burning Palms. The band cooked up a sound that melded Psychedelic guitar tones with elegantly simple percussive pounding and actually sung vocal parts. This blend propels songs which evoke Manchester 1979, or London 1980, or  the Los Angeles Divisions of 1981-89 and perhaps certain dudes in East San Francisco Bay circa 1999. Within these similarities though there beats the pounding heart of a band with its own originality, its own voice literally and figuratively. Physically impactful rhythmic playing of a very Stooges-like manner and hooky melodic changes characterize The Tarot. Raw Goth power. There have been times when Disaster Amnesiac has heard the lyrics of False Prophet as being some kind of Christian overcoming story, but that is probably my own subjective bias. Still, they tell the tale of some type of renunciation that was a long time coming, and they are insightful. The guitars are flavored in a deliciously South West ways, Surf Punk arpeggio spiraling out over bracing drum kit pound. On Lies, the addition of Noise touches from electronics and theremin mix with stun guitar sounds and yet another effectively simple drum performance. Burning Palms absolutely stick the ending, too. The group's more experimental side emerges on Dusk. Disaster Amnesiac has heard it as moody American Industrial Goth of a quite Cleveland 1978 mode. As I've listened to Wax & Wane, it's been wondered if this one was often used as the climactic event of Burning Palms live sets. It feels as if it could have been played for extended periods as the assembled audiences' consciousnesses aligned with those of the performers in of the moment Rock 'n Roll Bacchanalia. Not that it ever gets messy, though: another drum tight ending leads us to side B...on which The Pressure drops frenetic key changes and wild feedback which make the song. Faster paced runaway train action in the vocal department means drama! Ritual Psych moves and characteristically appealing vocal moves ride atop fuzzy guitar tones on Explode. Astute use of shakers and tambourine color and enhance the drums. Dawn and The Dagger continue the ritual feel of their predecessor on the second side of False Prophet. These two songs feel very much of a piece, and I wonder if they were performed as such when Burning Palms hit stages in Arizona and wherever else they traveled to. The latter has a very moving turnaround part after the verses that sends out those blissful melodic steps which never fails to excite. Brandon Ugstad, such a great drummer here and everywhere else on the release. A bit more aggro pacing is used on Take Me as it drives towards a breakdown. The most Metal sounding title that Burning Palms had is that of The Sword. It's a mid-paced banger of fuzzed guitar hypnosis! Harmony singing and ceremonial drumming push into a conclusion of rave up moments that end the album perfectly. Such a well performed, engineered, and sequenced document, Burning Palms members Simone Stopford, Daniel Walker, Sathya Honey, Brandon Ugstad, Steve Romaniello, and Sunanda Bruno must have mightily pleased with False Prophet. Going back to the counter at Wooden Tooth, the guy that was manning it told me that this band's members scattered to the winds a few years back. What can we do to convince them of having a reunion show here in Tucson?

Wednesday, November 26, 2025

Raphael Collazo: The Search For Expression; Tucson Museum of Art, Winter 2025-26

 

 

It's not that often that Disaster Amnesiac gets to see the inside of an art museum these days. Thankfully there was some time on a lovely Wednesday morning in Tucson to get over to the Tucson Museum of Art for some viewing. I did not get much past the Kasser Family Wing of the museum on account of falling deeply into the fantastic Abstract Expressionist paintings of Raphael Collazo. From that era of painting, this viewer noted hints of Arshile Gorky and a bit of De Kooning, but the strongest impression was that of seeing paintings by an artist who'd developed and mastered his own techniques in order to evoke the sublime. It would be specious to claim that he was not able to replicate human/animal/still life forms. In his mature works, Collazo utilized impasto paired with sculptural methods with the paint in order to manifest hidden colors and physical aspects of it. His ability to blend simpler outward forms and paint brush gestures brings depth, whimsy, and wonder to the attentive viewer of his works. Many of the canvases show fascinating granular aspects of detail. Additionally his use of inks feels like a kind of secret weapon within his pallete. Both conscious and subconscious elements are evident, with sudden reveals jumping out from the mind. Raphael Collazo's paintings pair intellectual control with more frenetic movements in ways that would surely make the owner of any of his paintings satisfied at long term viewing of them. If one finds oneself in Tucson this Winter, get over to the Tucson Museum of Art and keep your eyes open for his paintings there, particularly the largest, four panel center piece of the exhibit. 





 Above: details with some of Raphael Collazo's paintings. 

Below: much of the centerpiece work. 









Tuesday, November 25, 2025

Live shot(s) #201!

 

 

Arizona Baroque recital at St. Philip's in the Hills Episcopal Church, 11/24/25. 

Below: Collegium Musicum. So lovely to hear their harmonizing. Baroque music sounds so non-aggressive compared to other music. A music of human scale.




Above: this harpsichord, I may have heard it played before! Underneath that we have the inner workings of the positive organ, which paired nicely with an oboe on certain songs. 

What better way to spend a Monday evening could there be?

Saturday, November 22, 2025

Live shot(s) #200!

 

Taken at Wooden Tooth Records Tucson, 11/21/25.

Below: Vinegar Sting from Chandler AZ. Concise Surrealist Prog served up in a uniquely Arizona fashion. 


Above: The Gem Show. Twin guitars illuminate the night, pushed by adventurous drumming and thick bass slabs. 

Disaster Amnesiac was saddened to see the restaurant next door to Wooden Tooth Records had gone out of business. Hopefully some other venture fills that spot on Congress.


Thursday, November 20, 2025

Euphotic-Clastic; Confront CORE Records #56, 2025

 

There is a tendency among practitioners of Improvised Music circles that promotes fluid dynamics within personnel for projects. Sound artists and musicians (and whatever other appellations they adhere to) make small pools of peers from which a given creator will pull in order to realize a particular project. While not being completely unheard of, long term collaborations with assigned monikers are rather rare within the pursuit. Disaster Amnesiac brings it up on account of hearing Clastic, the latest release from San Francisco Bay Area depth trio Euphotic. This trio, comprised of Cheryl E. Leonard, Tom Djll and Bryan Day has been operating as a longer term sound producing entity for quite some time now. The fruits of their collaborative labors are always compelling, fascinating and ear catching, as I've been recently reminded while listening to the release. Baleen tips in as a pretty quickly paced opener; Leonard's rocks-based sounds always perk the ears up. As these blend with Day's percussive analogs and Djll's electro-acoustics the attentive listener can hear their well practiced sympatico emerging from the seeming murkiness. Euphotic's inter-group dynamics are well in place and evident if one listens. Spiralia presents a duration that could allow for rushing but instead retains an even keel throughout, the more to allow for its contemplative nature to remain in focus. The inner workings of cellular life at deep ocean floor or perhaps trapped within the depths of an Antarctic ice wall. Trumpet that is well glitched out colors Cipher. Djll really processes his horn into something odd sounding while Day pops and scrapes behind it and Leonard buzzes about with the SOMA ETHER V2 electronic system.  Crab Pot has a bit more clear trumpet timbre within its long tones. The surreal rhythm section frames these with a spaciousness that's effective. After a while it shows a more purely synth originated sound that does a quiet burn before fading into Sediment Core. This longer track ends Clastic and it is also it's highlight piece. The track's Sci-Fi battles get frenetic and they are so delicious for it. Croaking densities are rendered even more thick with field recordings and samples. This one gives proof to the soundness of creative musical groupings that work together long term. It coheres their past achievements and points the way forward to even more detailed incidences of granular interaction within their unique band form. After Clastic Disaster Amnesiac certainly looks forward to getting in tune with whatever issues next from Euphotic.

Friday, November 14, 2025

Pat Metheny/Ornette Coleman-Song X; Geffen Records, 1986

 

A few weeks have gone by since the passing of great drummer Jack Dejohnette, and the outpouring of obituaries and remembrances from the music fan world has been voluminous. Fitting, too, as the late Jazz Master drummer certainly deserved them all. He could play within any combination of musicians and it certainly sounded as though every setting within which he participated was elevated by his presence. Did the man every have a bad night on the drums? If so, those must have been few and far in-between. It seems doubtful that there any recordings of Jack playing whack. As for Disaster Amnesiac, after the news about Dejohnette's leaving his physical embodiment, I went right to listening to a favorite recording upon which he played, 1986's Song X by Pat Metheny/Ornette Coleman. This is one that has been in my musical rotation since the early 1990's. Probably checked out from the Fremont CA main library at first, and did so numerous subsequent times. Such a great band: Metheny, Coleman, Dejohnette, Charlie Haden, and Denardo Coleman. All players of deep skill and great merit. To describe Ornette as such almost seems like an insult, doesn't it. The breadth of his compositional and improvisational gifts were so wide ranging as to have developed a pretty large cult following, and that's completely merited. His free form blowing on Endangered Species, his Bop lines on Mob Job, the mastery of ballad lyricism on Kathelin Gray, the way that his sounds completely replicate the sounds of 1980's Video Games: dude was singular with the alto saxophone. Let's not forget his deeply rural violin chops either. The rest of the band responds accordingly, with Haden showing the reliably sumptuous bass lines he pulled from his upright, always welcomed by Ornette into the fray, and Metheny presumably absolutely stoked to be jamming harmelodically with that musical conception's architect. Let's not forget younger Coleman Denardo's percussive contributions: he never steps on Jack Dejohnette's feet as the two drum in tandem throughout seven of Song X's eight tracks but is always in the mix, especially on the opening bars of Long Time No See. As for the late Jack D., one can hear his lovely and crisp ride cymbal patterns and quick left hand snare drum syncopation all through the session. Hear him push Trigonometry, essentially playing the melody with that left hand while his right hand keeps time and his feet accent on hi-hat and bass drum, and hear the standard for many decades of Jazz drumming. Dejohnette developed a style that while based upon his influences came into its own early on, and he just kept building upon that, right up to the end Disaster Amnesiac imagines. Song X is a perfect exemplar of Harmelodics. One can hear so many of the elements that Ornette Coleman blended in order to build that unique system of his such as Folk Music and Bucky Fuller ideas and Texas Blues and Popular Culture. Open ended, free flowing Jazz drumming was also a ballast for Harmelodic Theory, and Jack Dejohnette was one of the perfect players for the pursuit of it. It's sad to hear about his passing but at least we have recordings such as this from which we can appreciate his genius.

Thursday, November 13, 2025

Saccharine Trust set list from Oakland CA 2005 up!

 

Twenty years ago today. Saccharine Trust threw down in a warehouse in Oakland. Disaster Amnesiac had seen them once before, in Los Angeles, so knew what to expect. Jack Brewer throwin' down in his singular ways. Joe Baiza playing incredible electric guitar runs. Chris Stein's low end theorizing. Brian Christopherson and his fusion of Jazz chops with Rock aesthetics. What a show. This set list has lived within a first edition of Rock & the Pop Narcotic since a few days after if not earlier in time.

Tuesday, November 11, 2025

Live shot(s) #199!

 

All shots taken in Bisbee AZ during the Side Pony Express Festival 11/8-9/2025. The only band names that I recall are those of the Joeys and Nova Babies. In terms of audience size and performative skill, the former ruled in the eyes of this observer. So many bands/acts played and Bisbee businesses made good money which is great. 









This last photo is one of the Joeys kicking ass.

Wednesday, November 5, 2025

Live Shot(s) #198!

 

 

Shots taken at Brick Box Tucson, 11/5/25. 

Below: Peyotee are working out guitar flights and tight harmony singing. Sharp rhythm sections moves also. Out on tour of Texas and West Coast now!



Above: The Working People put forth a very tight set of their rockin' Goth-tinged Punk Rock 'n Roll. Marina was fire on this one.

Friday, October 31, 2025

Dirk and Dirk-For the Soul; LaoBan Records, 2025

 

It is safe to assume that, for many drummers, playing with non diatonic pitch systems of thought can come as some kind of a relief. This may explain the appeal for forms such as Black Metal or Free Improvisation, in that said forms subsume the melodic (at least in European Classical terms) to the rhythmic. This substitution allows drummers to "go off of script" in some sense, or as is the case of Black Metal especially, to command the helms of a group and lead its actions. Within the free improvisational form, a drummer can experience even higher amounts of liberty within their role within an ensemble; the amount of drummers that have begun to avail themselves of this type of liberty has increased seemingly exponentially over the past six decades and Disaster Amnesiac suspects that they've been utilizing it since earlier than that. Put simply: it's fun to play that way. Dirk Wachtelaer certainly sounds as if he's enjoying himself as his striking implements hit drums and resonant metals on For the Soul, his duo recording with Dirk Stromberg. Dirk S. plays the Fryprone, "a hybrid machine of sensors and accelerometers". Together, Dirk and Dirk produce sound occurrences that are characterized improvised moves, moves which often evince each player's capacity to listen and respond within the musically performed matrices. It sounds as if the Fryprone is by its very nature an abstraction machine. The instrument is one that gives out squeaks and clatters and blurbs and plorps and explosive what the fuck-ery, along with the occasional melodic fragment. Stromberg plays the thing with genuine adeptness. Dude knows his axe and he's showing it. Not far behind is Wachtelaer. Disaster Amnesiac has already stated how much of a blast he's heard to be having on For the Soul, and will add that his percussive cajoling pulls many and varied extendo-sounds from what it seems to me to be a relatively small set up. When he goes full bore and whirls away and around his drums, it's a true delight. His tom tom expressions on Embers in the Static is top flight! I mean yeah, let's REALLY give the drummer some! Heard together, the album's pieces, pushed by the aplomb of their two players, roll by in ways that sound very satisfying and intellectually inspiring. The listener will note the skill of thing's engineering too: clear audio capture and sound separation allow the layers of timbral density to emerge. From the gentlest of touches on a tom tom to a full on blasting duration, one can hear it all should one choose to really pay attention. Dirk and Dirk brought their A-games to these two days' recording sessions. Can you the listener bring your most attentive ears? Do so and you'll feel the soul too.

Wednesday, October 29, 2025

Renobs-JAZZHANDJOBBED; Juicy Crack Media #13, no date given

 

A recent order from the always awesome Feral Kid Tapes came with this gratis cassette tape from Renobs, and Disaster Amnesiac has been blown away by the sheer oddness of JAZZHANDJOBBED. This tape features music that sounds like some sort of psychedelic carnival, or perhaps a lysergic party. For the life of me I can't figure out if Renobs is a solo act or a collective effort, yet either way it's an incredibly mysterious slice of independently produced strangeness that will surely have all of its listeners, and I hope there are many of them, scratching their heads as its sounds swirl around their head in the most 'shroomed of manners. The song titles play with intellectual aesthetics, my favorite being Bible, Religions, Myth. That said, JAZZHANDJOBBED's sounds feature crazed ensemble vocals that, on account of their layers, and again it's impossible for this listener to parse whether or not their sung by and actual group or overdubbed, manifest as a kind of glossolalia which has this listener alternately laughing or puzzling as to how they came up with this concept. The music resembles calliopes paired with some type of Industrial Noise makers. Perhaps a bit of primitive guitar. This combination of sound sources, played with some real delicious aggro, pushes the recording into the outer limits of odd. As Disaster Amnesiac has listened to JAZZHANDJOBBED, I've thought of the many of the standard outsider musicians that get tossed around within discussions of these types of pursuits, but really Renobs must be commended for releasing a truly singular piece of sonic creativity here. It stands on its own, and any fan of unique sound artistry should get to work immediately to find it. Eight tracks of glorious eccentricity will be discovered, should they find JAZZHANDJOBBED out there somewhere. Best of luck!

Saturday, October 25, 2025

Live shot #197!

 

 

Desert Music Project, Owls Club Tucson 10/24/25. 

Beat displacement grooves and odd time signatures blended with more rural melodic frameworks. Album release show under tripped out lights and cooler evening temps in the Sonoran Desert. They're playing around a lot currently.

Friday, October 24, 2025

Pere Ubu-Worlds in Collision; Polygram Records, 1991

 

Was there an uptick in plays of Pere Ubu after the mortal passing of singer David Thomas? Disaster Amnesiac asks because since that sad news hit, my time spent listening to the band has increased with at times exponential frequency. All of the band's varied eras have been spun a mi casita de Tucson. And in the car, too. And replayed as I've drifted off into sleep. Even the one time that I saw them, at the Bottom of the Hill in 'frisco, when the band had a really bad night and took their frustrations out on the assembled Ubu cult members, is recalled not with its usual sadness and disappointment but with something almost resembling fondness. Listening to and thinking about and reflecting upon Pere Ubu has been a constant for several months now. Of late, it's been 1991's Worlds in Collision on the tape deck and CD player the most. As it's been listened to, this album has struck Disaster Amnesiac as being the last genuine chance for Pere Ubu to have achieved Pop success. As recalled by this middle aged person, there still was a genuine Pop, i.e. shared, culture in this country, one with at least some semblance of common vernacular, easily understood by a majority of people. [Subtext here: everyone has become incomprehensible to everyone else]. Along with being an acknowledged influence to then contemporary stars such as the Pixies (and perhaps even touring with them?), Pere Ubu had by then spent fifteen years honing its musical skills, this being particularly true of Thomas. Disaster Amnesiac has been thinking that the time was just right for them to gain bigger audiences and bigger tours and hopefully bigger paychecks in 1991, and Worlds in Collision gives proof that those rewards for all of their difficult work would have been justified. It'll never be known what essential palms were not greased, what egos were not supplicated in order to make the album fly out of the stores the way that Metallica or Nevermind or Use Your Illusion did in that year. What a listener can know, however, is just how beautifully crafted, arranged, performed, and engineered it is. One just has to listen to it. Whimsical Pop melancholy, pulling from mid-period Beatles is delivered on Oh Catherine, wherein a man is haunted by the memory of a now unattainable girl. Somehow amidst the heartbreak some essential sweetness is pried out by Thomas's lyrics. I Hear They Smoke The Barbecue explores the fringes of American belief through finely crafted song form and the brilliance of David's singing style. When he intones "men from Mars, man/it ain't no joke" it's as if he's just some Joe sitting next upon the stool next to yours at the local watering hole. Not an easy task for any lead singer and he pulls it off mightily easily. By the time of Worlds in Collision's release, Pere Ubu had perfected their singular version of Prog Rock, and that vision guides the way on Turpentine!. One could also describe it as being a high point for the Avant-Garage movement. To touch upon the Pop aspect of Ubu, it blends seamlessly with their more ambitious moves on the track. There's the singular Scott Krauss big beat drive of Goodnight Irene. Its quick turn to the chorus showcases great harmony singing. Eric Drew Feldman's coloring of the song which brings touches of what is now referred to as Americana; Disaster Amnesiac would posit that these were discrete touches of a shared culture, now sadly atomized. The band sounds whip tight on Mirror Man, a very catchy tune that has embedded within this reporter's brain for extended periods in the recent past. More interesting coloration from Feldman and a buzzing, slinky rhythm track. The story of an archetypal strolling unknown wanderer, Rock 'n Roll edition, is recounted on Cry Cry Cry, its beat also of a strolling sort. Thomas must have felt some sort of deep heartbreak while working on these lyrics, and of course his emotional vocal performance shows it. The title track is a total club banger, in that or any other era I'd say. With its neat Musique Conrete touches, it aptly describes the World Historical situation that was unfolding in that immediate post Cold War time frame. Drew Feldman once again shines a lot on this one. Life Of Riley features playful wording by Thomas and a huge Pop Music chorus pushed especially by Eric. The dude was all over Worlds in Collision! Guitarist Jim Jones plays beautifully on Over The Moon. It's a track that has struck Disaster Amnesiac as being bigly American in timbre and lyric, and bigly American was never shunned by Pere Ubu. Kind of a shame that its Pop Culture has been to such a great extent. Let's blame the internet I guess. Or maybe NAFTA, which was being crafted by dickheads in board rooms during the time, too. Is Don't Look Back a direct reference to the Boston tune of the same name? The song was perhaps a bit tardy in terms of Pop. I've recalled certain Springsteen moves from six or seven years earlier; that said they're good moves, especially in the capable hands of Ubu. Back to back with Don't Look Back is Playback. Was this sequence by design? Is there some sort of coded information being proffered there? More fascinating word play and a Prog Pop chorus. More Americana arises on Nobody Knows, during which Pere Ubu play the second line of New Orleans, the song's tricky changes propelled expertly by Tony Maimone on bass and Krauss on the drums of course. Dave bought a ranch at the bottom of the sea. What's the ontology like down there? Last up on Worlds in Collision is Winter In The Firelands, and its significance is that gives a preview into the musical aesthetics of most of the Pere Ubu catalog that followed. Mostly it's dark, a short cold Eerie blast of grey machine like pulses. Now that I'm thinking about here, it can also be heard as referencing the band's early tunes, but knowing that Thomas was always more concerned with moving his band forward, I'll describe it as a precursor for things to come in the ensuing thirty years of work. They would essentially jettison the overt trappings of Pop song writing and conjure even more singularly documents of their unique vision. That said, Worlds in Collision holds up exceedingly well and can easily compete with Billboard's Top Ten Albums of 1991 list which includes the likes of Garth Brooks, Mariah Carey and Michael Bolton. Not that there's anything wrong with those acts. It's just that Disaster Amnesiac sees and desires an alternate timeline in which Pere Ubu tops them. Call me elitist, but that's just how I hear things.

Saturday, October 18, 2025

Live shot(s) #196!

 

 

All shots taken at Groundworks Tucson, 10/17/25.

Below: The Pilot Fighters guitar player carries on after the rest of the band flaked. Makin' it happen in the face of change that's the way. 



Above: Sewerbitch! High levels of complexity from the sparest of set ups. The ways in which these two players sync up and harmonize are so great!

Below: Blank Slate displaying end of tour confidence and tightness. One more show tonight and back to their home base in Denver. Wish I'd had money for a CD.



Above: Porcelain Scorpion play their first show. Good grooves and singing. Disaster Amnesiac needs a Velvets shirt like that one!

Hadn't been to a show at Groundworks in an age, it was nice to see the place again. 

Tuesday, October 14, 2025

Please consider donating to the Go Fund Me campaign for Lob Instagon and his cohort in Miami AZ.

 

 

https://gofund.me/349c5ef04

Lob and his friends pooled what money they had about four years ago to start up businesses in the small town of Miami, Arizona. They built an art gallery, a saloon, and a soda fountain. Essentially, they were reviving a dying American town, an action that I feel will be imperative for people in this country. They were off to a great start until severe rain storms flooded their spaces. Much of Miami Art Works was destroyed by flooding, and the roof of Lyric Soda Fountain has severe damage. Lob and his cohort are seeking $23,000 for repairs. Currently they've raised a little bit under $17,000. Please consider sharing this Go Fund Me link and contributing to their cause. It's a noble one. 

Thursday, October 9, 2025

Live shot(s) #195!

 

Shots taken at The Owl's Club Tucson, 10/9/2025.

Below: The Working People. Why is their baby's hair on fire?



Above: Amor Y Powers. Primitivist Psych with fantastic twin guitar interaction. 

Below: Kid Congo Powers master of Rock 'n Roll music. So lucky to get to see him at small spaces on occasion. Every note worthy of hearing. Such a great guitar player and band leader. 



Wednesday, October 8, 2025

Guttertown-The Shed Sessions; self-released via Bandcamp, 2024

 

When Disaster Amnesiac first arrived in Tucson it was pretty much immediately apparent that the city has a unique and self created culture. Also apparent was that it would take a stretch of time, possibly infinite (I commune with ghosts here easily), to discover the varied aspects of it. Still, I felt that shit deeply. In terms of the music of Tucson, there's just so much of it and it all seems to this observer to be connected in some vital way. Possibly it's a cliche to mention the physical traits of the Sonoran Desert and while they don't constitute all of stated connection's manifestation, they certainly have huge effects. Or, simple it get's fricken' HOT here and people have to continue to operate within the baking that occurs for months on end here. Then again, it gets pretty cold in January and February. Oh and there's the university here. And the Military Industrial Complex. And reservations. And U.S.A./Mexico border issues. And people who come here for non-snowy climates. This list is not exhaustive even. What Disaster Amnesiac is trying to convey is that Tucson is complicated and its culture evinces that fact. I've been taking in live music here for about four and a half years now. I've purchased media from Bat Population, whose tape sadly floated down into a box of other tapes and that box is in a closet and screw that. A CD of the incredibly impactful Suicide Forest remains in easy rotational access. There's an unmastered and very low quality cassette by some entity called Spit. Along with these artifacts there's this CD from Guttertown, 2024's The Shed Sessions. It was generously given to me by the band's bass player, Snoopy, at a show in early August of this year. I've listened to it lots, something that's easy to do, seeing as that its six songs flow well into each other within the groups paired down guitar/bass/drums configuration. The group describes their sound as Cow Punk and yeah that tracks in that Country and Country & Western elements are as much parts of the sound as any other possible stylistic components. These latter may be singer-songwriter, what has come to be labeled as Americana, Jam Band, Post Punk. Most likely the players within Guttertown have their own granular influences and guide posts and this prospect makes me happy, for having seen them play live their performance personas are very likeable to this audience member. Taking the focus back to The Shed Sessions: this album's songs share Minimalist cores of strummed guitar lines that sound well considered and amped, lines that are pushed by subtle bass riffs and drumming that is propulsive yet almost gentle. The band does indeed jam out within each of songs yet these jams are ones of brevity. It's often Snoopy who avails himself of these opportunities, probably a bit more than Jessie on guitar, although Jessie does not shrink back from them at times. Karl's drumming is never egotistical; his playing is all business and supports this music beautifully. The lyrics on The Shed Session's tunes are intriguing and insightful without being overbearing. The sense that Disaster Amnesiac has gotten from them is that they're hard won and really living based, and that's something that can't really be faked. Does Jessie travel the country on the trains? That question certainly has crossed my mind. The love lyrics that Jessie wrote often melt my heart. California Fault Line sounds so much like a Feelies song on my favorite Feelies album, at least for a few bars, and that's so alright with me (it's most definitely not a criticism) and probably the Feelies too and if not well fuck it. It's doubted that Guttertown are making millions. And, if they do, surely they'd be the first to acknowledge and make good. What Disaster Amnesiac is trying to say is that The Shed Sessions is such a cool album because of its simple, sparing approach and the earnestness that it shows. It strikes me as one produced with a lot of thought and caring and yet also an absence of pretension. Out there on those ground down streets of Tucson that means heaps it seems. Rock on Guttertown.

Sunday, October 5, 2025

Live shot(s) #194!

 

Two shots taken at a benefit show for Downtown Radio 99.1 in Tucson. A bunch of bands played at American Eat Co. for this one. Mrs. Amnesiac and I were on a date night, so we ate great sushi from Sombrero Sushi and went on to other stuff after these two. Hopefully the other bands that played rocked out, too!

Below: Disconcertions. Jammin' good with Cheech y Chong and the Stone Ponyes. And the Kinks as well.



Above: Holy Nitemare continue their swaggering run. This band rocks, the singer is great, the bassist always reminds me of Dave Crider and the guitar player's style is as much No Wave as it is Punk. Catch them live and hear it for yourself!

Friday, October 3, 2025

Supertoque-Lemtat Unit; eh? Records #132, 2025

 

Many years ago a young Disaster Amnesiac had an opportunity to travel to Japan. A very fascinating place it was, although my desires to possibly meet with Noise/Avant Garde players did not materialize. Such was not the case for Kelly Churko, Cal Lyall, and Tim Olive. These three Canada-born practitioners of musical experiments involving guitars, electronics and amplified magnetic pickups were established and working on that beautiful island nation when Lemtat Unit, a document from a live show at SuperDeluxe (what city was/is this venue in?) was recorded in 2014. A very abstract affair from head to tail, the sounds that the trio pulled from their instruments are those of very inward orientation, in that each of these players delves deeply into them for abstract, non-obvious tones and tonalities and timbres. Odd voices glitch and chatter within sound zones that vary from pensive to bombastic. There are actually many spaces featuring tons of silence, especially on side one. The overall sonic environment is one in which Kelly, Cal, and Tim fused the sounds that they were producing into one organic sounding whole. Metallic poles shudder in the halogen lights of urban night. Stars burst and fling effluvia. Granular sonic elements from metals collapse and then regrow from the puddles of their wastage. Ghostly voices hang in the air. Strings chatter and strike and then the entire affair makes a smooth landing at the end of side two, this listener's preferred one. Lemtat Unit most definitely qualifies as Difficult Music, and Disaster Amnesiac feels certain that its players would not bristle at the characterization. It's tragic that Kelly Churko did not live for long after this meeting with his pals from Moose Jaw and Montreal, and this document of these three dudes throwing down together must be greatly esteemed by Cal Lyall and Tim Olive, along with anyone else that had the privilege of knowing such a creative thinker and player. Listen deeply to this cassette, should you find it.