I don’t usually go negative here, but this is really more of a fond recollection of terribleness than a complaint…
I’ve been making up for a 26-year-old gap in my knowledge by watching Hot Dog… The Movie (in installments, because it’s very bad, and I say this as a lover of the genre). Naturally, there’s plenty of montages with folks skiing over a classic 80s soundtrack — and when I say “classic,” I don’t mean like “Hungry Like The Wolf” (although that song’s featured during a party scene). I mean classically awful, with parts of the 80s that nobody likes to remember — such as terrible, horrifyingly produced music performed by people whose integrity got swallowed up in the tide.
Mitch Ryder (with production by John Mellencamp), destroying what I had mistakenly thought was an undestroyable song.
I will say, in the movie’s defense, that the instrumental soundtrack is charming, and it’s hard to resist the kind of hard-partying extreme athletes who compete in freestyle, moguls, and BALLET:
… and what the hell, as long as I’m near the subject I might as well show you my ALL TIME FAVORITE 80s MOVIE MUSIC MOMENT. Ladies and gentlemen, the tractor chicken race from Footloose, which has me rooting for the bad guy every time:
Hooray for America! Here’s the mighty Titus Andronicus performing “The Battle of Hampton Roads” from their instant classic The Monitor for the website For No One, which films bands playing for nobody but the film crew (in the 80s, we called this “shooting a video,” but times change, right?).
Is there a human alive ain’t looked themself in the face without winking, or saying what they mean without drinking, without leaving something without thinking “What if somebody doesn’t approve?”
Is there a song on this earth that isn’t too frightened to move?
There’s been a bunch of noise about Salem and similar bands, but I didn’t really give em the time of day, most likely because they’ve been tagged with yet another silly genre name. Really, there’s plenty of genres already — we don’t need to subdivide everything until every genre has only three bands in it. Especially on the internet, where you can listen to the music instead of trying to classify it.
Anyways, the fine folks at Aquarius were gaga for Salem’s debut King Night, so I figgered I’d take another listen. I must like it because I played it three times in a row, but this song (which I missed during my first Salem sampling) is a super standout lock for the year-end mix. Three cheers for second chances.
I’m mighty glad there’s bands like No Age out there — good-hearted vegan dudes out there doing their best for the peoples. If you’re worried because your kid is hanging out at some place called The Smell and listening to No Age, I say he’s probably doing just fine.
Of Montreal’s 2007 masterpiece and official Hello Vegetables Grand Achievement™ Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer? was 50% ruthless self-examination, 50% stone-ass FONK. Two albums later, delovely crackpot Kevin Barnes has put the two great tastes together on the best-of-2010False Priest.
If you desire more of the Cave/Sclavunos show, Pitchfork has an interview that’s less insightful but still pretty fun, touching on wolf urine and having accommodations in “the bad end of a Bret Easton Ellis novel.”