Fuck the Dandy Warhols.
I’m assuming 2010 has been a great year for the Brian Jonestown Massacre. If you’ve seen Ondi Timoner’s 2004 documentary Dig!, you are more likely to understand why BJM’s June 3rd performance at La Tulipe was so impressive. In addition to this, you’ll understand how happy I was to hear that their last Montreal show sold out completely, while the Dandy Warhols (supposedly) couldn’t draw much of a crowd when they played Club Soda last September. It is the dawning of a new day for the Brian Jonestown Massacre, and this is most likely because Anton Newcombe quit drinking, limiting his regular intoxicant consumption to Ecstasy, mushrooms and amphetamines. Now that’s what I call will power.
If you haven’t seen Dig! or know about the group’s history, I’ll give you a quick and essential run through as I’m sure you’re a tad confused already. You’re probably thinking, “What do the Dandy Warhols have to do with this whole thing? They seem so clever, what a great band name, you know? Weren’t they on the O.C. soundtrack? I hear Mischa Barton is sooo fucked right now! Did you see her on Law and Order SVU? Apparently she was awful to work with and it totally makes sense. She’s such a slut.” These are completely legitimate questions and concerns, and you’re right, I too hear she was hard to work with on the SVU set. As for the O.C. soundtrack thing, I’m not really sure but it seems plausible. But I digress.
The Dandy Warhols happen to be the Brian Jonestown Massacre’s closest ‘frenemies’ (in Lindsay Lohan terms). Since their formations, the two groups have been constantly competing with one another, sometimes playing shows together, other times sabotaging each other’s posses in hopes of destroying their chances of ever becoming successful musicians. While the Brian Jonestown Massacre have clearly always been the better group (this is partly true and mostly subjective), the Dandy Warhols managed to enter the public consciousness first, selling albums and touring successfully worldwide. BJM couldn’t keep up for many reasons, but their failings came mostly as a result of leader Anton Newcombe’s virtual inability to do almost anything other than write and produce incredible music; Newcombe is infamous for laughably extreme drug abuse and temper problems during rehearsals and performances (one scene in Dig! shows him kicking a fan in the head while on stage). While friends and fans never stopped rooting for the Brian Jonestown Massacre, it seemed as though Dandys’ level success and recognition was not an option. The Dandys’ success is also infuriating because lead singer Courtney Taylor Taylor (yes, two Taylors) is a huge dick. Now, you all know that I don’t like to insult any musician that works hard (not true), but anyone who’s as big of a jerk as Taylor Taylor Taylor Taylor Taylor does not deserve good fortune.
Honestly, I expected Newcombe to freak out on that fateful eve of June 3rd, and I looked forward to it. Apparently I’m an asshole and didn’t believe the Brian Jonestown Massacre could pull of a decent public performance, let alone make it through a full-length set without nodding off half way through, courtesy of Montreal’s excellent heroin (or so I’ve “heard”). I am hoping by now that you’ve caught on to the fact that having referred to these thoughts as “assholeish” implies the fact I was way wrong. While I don’t have much of an affinity for their opening band Elephant Stone (a group basically comprised of Jian Ghomeshi, Neil Diamond, my old co worker’s boyfriend and a torturedsoulpoetsingersongwriteralcoholicfriendofafriend of mine by the looks of it), Brian Jonestown Massacre had their shit together and played an incredibly solid, jangly, loud set, mostly sticking to songs from their ‘Matt Hollywood era’ (Hollywood only recently rejoined the band after quitting in 1998), arguably the finest albums they’ve produced.
Everything about BJM’s performance was basically perfect, from the great live adaptation of their psychedelic garage meets shoegaze sound (read: louder and distorted) to their awesomely indifferent onstage personas, refusing to kill time with obnoxious, attempting at humour type of stage banter and quite literally looking like they just didn’t give a shit. Amazing. They aggressively ripped through tracks off Take it From the Man, Their Satanic Majesty’s Second Request, Thank God for Mental Illness and Take it Back, making up for the lack of band on fan violence I had expected. Of course, a particular favourite song amongst the audience was “Not If You Were The Last Dandy On Earth”; seeing that many people come together in common hopes of crushing Courtney Taylor Taylor’s soul restored my faith in humanity completely. A core group of the audience danced furiously by the front of the stage, fuelled by the band’s extended psychedelic jams and (potentially) ecstasy. My notes are barely legible from being pushed around so much. I found their live performance to be much more indicative of the band’s influences than their recorded material, giving nods to pre fab 60s pop groups like the Monkees (their performance of “This is Why You Love Me”), as well as the more melancholy sounds of the Smiths (literally borrowing lines from “That Joke isn’t Funny Anymore” in their live rendition of “Wisdom”, which I would have been so pissed off to miss). The band played an unusually long set (I believe about an hour and a half), but I just wanted them to keep playing. This doesn’t happen to me at a show that I find less than incredible, as I tend to want to go home and watch Saturday Night Live half way through most concerts (and I’m talkin’ RECENT SNL, which apparently doesn’t blow half as much as 80% of the band’s I’ve seen live since 2002).
Basically, the Brian Jonestown Massacre rule. If they instructed me to steal or kill, I would, even with the knowledge that Anton Newcombe is a bit of a psychopath (or at the very least “out of sorts”). I will never join ‘Team Dandy Warhols’, not even if I were the last junkie on earth and they had mountains made of the good stuff. If you ever pass up the chance to see the Brian Jonestown Massacre live you are an IDIOT and should be sentenced to hear Courtney Taylor Taylor Taylor Taylor Taylor talk about his “rich, successful and awesome band The Dandy’s” incessantly until the day you die.
Also, just so you know, every time I want to type a word with the letter “z” in it, I have to Google search “striped horses” as if I don’t know what the fuck a zebra is. Shortly thereafter, Google looks at me like some sort of moron cretin hybrid and explains to me that those silly striped horses aren’t actually horses at all. I then copy the first letter of this perplexing new creature’s name I’ve just learned about and past it into my Word file. I then proceed to call all my closest pals to see if they’ve heard of this strange new species of tiger horse called the zebra. It’s been about 2 weeks now and I haven’t heard back from any of them…
News Produced by Drew Pascoe, read by Erica Fisher
Stories by Alina Gotcherian, Jose Espinoza, Jonathan Moore, Corentine Rivoire
The Canadian Political landscape is a lot more restive than it ordinarily is at this time of year. Maybe it's because three months of the year disappeared down a prorogue hole or maybe it's because the Tories are busily trying to cram their agenda down the throats of parliament just before the break and Canadians are taking notice or perhaps wanton spending on the upcoming summits have made Canadians suspicious of a government that claims it is fiscally conservative. Whatever the reason, things are in a state of flux it would seem.
There's the sneaking suspicion that the Liberals and the NDP are in merger/coalition talks in spite of all the denials to fuel public interest. Make of it what you will. Liberal leader Michael Ignatieff dismissed the notion on Wednesday saying, “No one has any authorization to even discuss this matter. It's ridiculous. I am a Liberal. I am proud to be a Liberal. The people around me are Liberals. We are going to form a Liberal government.”
A string of seemingly endless polls that show the Tories incapable of getting beyond the threshold of 34-36% in national popularity - including the latest EKOS poll that suggests they would lose a bunch of seats in Ontario if an election were held today.
You know what Canada really needs? A politically right leaning network just like FOX! Well Quebec billionaire Pierre Karl Péladeau thinks so anyhow. They may even have landed their first news host, David Akin, the guy who falsely reported that Canadian icon Gordon Lightfoot had passed away. He sounds perfect for the job!
Lastly, so you'll go to bed tonight feeling confident that a disaster like the one in the Gulf could never happen here, the people at Chevron assure us that it could never happen here by saying, "It could never happen here!" Well, there you have it then!
Was under the weather and couldn't make it in for the show but will be there Friday morning. In the meantime here's a whole bunch of links to the war news and the continuously gushing spill in the Gulf.
Since everyone seems to give the overseas wars short shrift, I start there.
General McChrystal seems to be stalling for time so that coming offensive in Kandahar will be extra awesome - because war always is. An attack so brutish that the Taliban doesn't claim credit, but then they're murderous liars. Hamid Karzai has lost faith in US ability to defeat Taliban - turning to Pakistan. It's been a pretty bad month for Nato allies in Afghanistan and it's only 1/3 done.
Obama got his sanctions against Iran but no one actually believes they'll accomplish much.
On to the volcano of oil spewing into the Gulf, and the numbers are not good. The numbers have been revised upwards by the government and the uppermost estimates are frightening: 20 to 40 thousand barrels per day, and maybe even as high as 50 thousand, or 2.1 million gallons!
The right are trying to blame environmentalists for the oil spill - their fault for being right about the risks of off-shore drilling. John Boehner, minority House leader suggesting taxpayers should pay for the oil spill cleanup. BP still denying the existence of large oil plumes underneath the ocean waters. Aaaaand they couldn't be bothered to attend hearings on the oil disaster.
A couple of articles on how Dick Cheney and GWB jr. helped create a culture of corruption and deregulation that led to the BP disaster. Obama and his administration, especially Secretary of the Interior, Ken Salazar, deserve to shoulder their fair share of the blame while we're doling it out. There really is no excuse for not doing more to change the culture and dynamics at the MMS.
The last five months have easily been the warmest on record. The Obama administration have been complacent about acting on global warming issues too.

Thee Oh Sees
Warm Slime
In The Red Records
I'd like to start this review with a pithy maxim (is that redundant?) I crafted while watching TV in my underwear: You don't get into psychedelic music, it gets into you. Not like religion or love, more like Cordyceps. And if any album is going to drive you insane, make you climb a tree and then burst out the back of your skull, it's Warm Slime.
Warm Slime's sound drips off it in thick gooey rivulets, each a unique child of the driving title track. Every song throbs with a pulse, but each heartbeat is different. "Everything Went Black" is a dark march, driving an army of freaks, while its neighbour "Castic Tackle" runs at twice the speed and bears an unmistakable connection to the surf rock scene.
None of the lyrics are quite coherent, the opening track is 13 minutes long and all the guitars sound like they're on mushrooms, in other words a finely crafted entry into the genre.
(Gareth Sloan)

Nas and Damian Marley
Distant Relatives
Universal/Def Jam
Distant Relatives combines the soulful reggae jams of Damien Marley with the lyrically-meaningful hip hop of Nas. They come together to give us socially conscious music with a message. With songs like "Tribal War", "My Generation" and "Promise Land, they take their listeners on a journey to Africa and give insight as to how we've all come to be distant relatives. The album combines steel band, reggae, rap, and rock that work together harmoniously. Damien channels his father (the late Bob Marley) through his lyrics and rhythm. The "One Mic" rapper, and "Welcome to Jamrock" singer come together to make inspiring music that takes risks, and preach the message of struggle and hope. They give us a much needed dose of reality. Nas brings the guns and Marley brings the Ganja.
(Sarah El Fangary)

blessthefall
Witness
Fearless Records
The mew album Witness by blessthefall hardly makes an impression while listening to it. As an old extreme blessthefall fan I was excited to hear their new album with their new vocalist Beau Boken, however after a quick listen to the album it was clear that something was missing. The screams feel empty, the breakdowns lack energy and overall the songs are rather boring. The only song that I actually enjoyed off the album is “To Hell & Back”. This is the only song in my opinion that captures what blessthefall use to be about, it has everything that the rest of the album lacks but it is only 1 track off of a 12 track CD.
(Katrina Kuras)

Shad
TSOL
Black Box Recordings
Three years after he wowed critics with sophomore effort The Old Prince, Shaddy K returns with a third album full of introspective raps, solid production, witty wordplay and a barrage of flows that best his Canuck contemporaries. Where others are all flash and no substance, every verse spit by the Ontario native is deep with strange allusions and double-entendres, forcing multiple listens in order to get some sense of some of the lines he drops. The beats Shad has crafted/sought out complement the songs perfectly – heavy on live instrumentation as well as atmospheric qualities, the words and music are a perfect marriage. First single "Yaa I Get It" has Shad playfully boasting while at the same time self-deprecatingly making fun of himself (much like the character he creates on The Old Prince's "The Old Prince Still Lives At Home"). Literate yet inviting, Shad straddles the line in-between backpacker and crowd rocker with a set of songs that are sure to please most rap fans.
(Brian Hastie)
Been busying myself with posts on single issues of late and kind of enjoying it. It's not really how my radio show works so it seems odd sometimes and I feel as if I may be short-shrifting the readers who show up looking for the day's wrap on Canadian politics. There's really not that much news out of Ottawa at this time of year (or there shouldn't be) as the silly season in Canadian politics is set to swing into high gear so we'll do our best.
Before the silly season can begin though, there's the matter of C-9: the budget bill loaded down with items that have nothing to do with budget matters and Liberals too focused on the polls to vote against what really is an egregious omnibus bill and force an election as budgets are always a matter of confidence. Strangely here, there's a reliance on the Senate to do what Parliament could not and that's remove the non-budget items from the bill - expect the requisite outrage from the Tories. If that doesn't work out, then a really terrible budget will have been foisted upon us that will have far-reaching consequences.
You have to give the Tories for credit keeping me fairly busy. By having money for things like fake lakes but not for poverty programs, they keep me wondering when Canadians will sit up and notice what they're up to. The Conservative's rigid ideology on the maternal-health initiative is proving to be an embarrassment for the country as there are whispers in the corridors of the major women’s reproductive-health conference in Washington condemning Canada for not funding abortion as part of its G8 maternal-health initiative.
Lastly, a link to a story about those rather persistent rumours of an NDP, Liberal merger which everyone is vehemently denying.
I can remember being a kid and watching the film about a future dystopia, "Soylent Green," and thinking it quaint. I don't get that same sense of kitschy fun now when I view it. Characters portrayed by Charlton Heston and Edward G. Robinson live in a world where complete desertification has taken over the planet, destroyed the environment, and the inhabitants live a hard-scrabble life in a world completely depleted of all its' wonders and natural resources. It's (quite famously and literally) a dog eat dog world.
Today, as I busy myself posting the news links to stories I covered on my radio show, stories that are not getting enough MSM coverage because the medias are far too busy focusing on fake scandals like Obama using the word "ass," I find myself thinking of that fictional world. (My only problem with Obama's use of that word is that he did not direct it those truly responsible for the continuing disaster in the Gulf and those who really lower the level of discourse, especially when it comes to policy and politics.) Anyhow, as I continue following the nightmarish stories that are coming out of the Gulf while those on the right continue to push for an end to the moratorium on drilling, I see nothing but people blind to the real potential of this disaster in concert with everything else that is taking place around the globe. So much so that an entertainment I once regarded as a B-movie fantasy now seems prophetic and frightening.
Read and produced by Lachlan Fletcher.
Stories by Jonathan Moore and Gareth Sloan.
With our PM there's never any shortage of adjectives to hurl his way. He makes it easy, heck he even inspired us at NMPCanada to create two new ones just for him: assalogue and sanctihole. Today however, we're going to stick to words that are already in the English dictionary.
A story being reported by the Globe and Mail describes his obsession with Tory message control, and how that reaches ...around the world in an attempt to orchestrate virtually every public utterance by seasoned diplomats from Britain to Bangladesh, a Canadian Press investigation concludes.
The Conservative government scripts every event using a communication tool they call the Message Event Proposal (MEP's). The MEPs have blurred the time-honoured separation of non-partisan public servants and political staffers and sidelined seasoned government communicators, sapping morale across the civil service.
It's far worse than just uninspired photo-ops. Quoting Jonathan Rose, a political scientist from Queen's University, “You've got bureaucrats who are doing the government's partisan work and also political staffers who are doing bureaucrats' work. So there's this huge blurring of lines between the two.” Those are lines that the government has no right to blur.
Jeffrey Simpson of The Globe and Mail describes Tory message control this way: The MEP describes the request/event, the likely audience, the desired headline or sound bite, the appropriate backdrop, the best photograph or camera angle, the appropriate clothing, the accompanying materials, and so on. Nothing, if possible, is left to chance by this spin machine, which is why so many of Stephen Harper’s events, and those of other ministers, have such a lifeless, deadening sense about them.
There's something inherently sad about these tactics that prevent Canadians from ever getting an honest look at who is governing and what it is they believe as opposed to what they purport. It's also hard to read about this and not think that Harper and the Conservatives have co-opted the Republican playbook which has been been all about message control from the top down - and look where that has brought American public discourse.
From Debora MacKenzie at New Scientist comes an article on the psychology of denialists. It's illuminating and helps to explain how we can be in the middle of a crisis - Global Warming - and the concrete steps necessary to mitigate this imminent disaster are for the most part not being taken.
I have never been able to get my head around the deniers of anthropogenic global warming, and the science behind it. I understand why people in the fossil fuels business are fighting it tooth and nail but the followers, the believers in this tripe have always left me cold. I tend to get extremely dismissive and condescending. It makes absolutely no sense - not because the science couldn't be wrong, it could be - but because the deniers objections always rely on anecdote and science produced by people with vested interests. The conspiracy part of the equation is just goofy. That scientists from all over the world could all be in on the climate change fix is so absurd as to be beyond ludicrous.
In discussion just a couple of days ago someone sneered at me that I was one of those who believed the science produced by NASA the NOAA and the IPCC as if these were organizations were staffed by ducks, and mad ones at that. I lost my temper, not because I was sneered at or even because he was disparaging organizations whose integrity I believe in - certainly more than the word of profit driven corporations - but because an otherwise sane human being could advance a line of reasoning so obtuse.
To believe that global warming is not happening bizarre judgements are being made. Firstly, that the intuition of the denier trumps the hard work and study of tens of thousands of scientists and hundreds of thousands of man hours of research. Second, that the evidence visible before all our eyes is somehow all part of the normal vagaries of weather patterns when there is ample proof from around the globe that things are changing markedly, rapidly and dangerously. Lastly, to make these arguments at all, one has to have come to the conclusion that the constant stream of CO2 that humankind is pumping into the atmosphere from cars and factories all around the globe are of little or no consequence (9.5 billion tons so far this year, and it's only June!).
Ms. MacKenzie points out that I should consider being less judgemental of deniers: Whatever they are denying, denial movements have much in common with one another, not least the use of similar tactics. All set themselves up as courageous underdogs fighting a corrupt elite engaged in a conspiracy to suppress the truth or foist a malicious lie on ordinary people. This conspiracy is usually claimed to be promoting a sinister agenda: the nanny state, takeover of the world economy, government power over individuals, financial gain, atheism. They're just trying to be do-gooders in their own strange way.
She also says these people are neither ...malicious, or even explicitly anti-science. Indeed, the alternative explanations are usually portrayed as scientific. Nor is it willfully dishonest. It only requires people to think the way most people do: in terms of anecdote, emotion and cognitive short cuts. Denialist explanations may be couched in sciency language, but they rest on anecdotal evidence and the emotional appeal of regaining control.
And there's the rub, scientific evidence and facts will not dissuade the denier, ...against emotion and anecdote, dry statements of evidence have little power. To make matters worse, scientists usually react to denial with anger and disdain, which makes them seem even more arrogant.
She does a great job of describing the crossover of corporate interests funding groups that play into these beliefs for their own benefit and gives the very definition of what are commonly referred to in the blogosphere as 'asrto-turf' movements (fake grass-roots): Many denialist movements originate as cynical efforts by corporations to cast doubt on findings that threaten their bottom line. Big Tobacco started it in the 1970s, recruiting scientists willing to produce favourable data and bankrolling ostensibly independent think tanks and bogus grass-roots movements. One such think tank was The Advancement of Sound Science Coalition (TASSC), set up in 1993 by tobacco company Philip Morris. TASSC didn't confine itself to tobacco for long. After getting funds from Exxon, it started casting doubt on climate science.
The consequences of denialist movements have cost people their lives and this one may cost many more. This is not some quaint discussion about people who believe in anecdote and those who believe in science, it's about preserving a livable environment for our descendants.