Where do you go looking for a brobdingnagian Moog modular from 1969? Buck Owens' closet, of course, as any Music Thing reader now knows.
What else any alert MT reader now knows, is that Owens' web site has music online (and videos in theory, but the links are all dead). The songs are just partial clips, but it's a better way to waste fifteen minutes than most. Try "Hot Dog", and hold onto your hat from 0:16 to 0:31 (pedal steel) and 0:31 to 0:41 (pure, glistening Telecaster).
I'm d-d-digging through my listen-to-this-again-later directory, OK, and here's a goodie! This are Drug Rug, from Cambridge, MA. I had to move to Maine to hear them, naturally. This reminds me of the Velvets, I guess, but anyhow it's retahhded and I like it a lot.
Mink! Really enjoying this song. Love the hair. Not too keen on their other stuff, so far.
The Good Lord invented New York City primarily as a substrate for bands like this. And for H&H, of course.
UPDATE: The more I listen, the more I like it. But the rest of the album is lousy. The songs are forgettable, and they think they're trying to be the Stooges or something, but they don't have anything like the right energy. Too manicured, too professional. Too tight, even; the Williamson-era Stooges were tight, yeah, but they were savage. These guys are just well-rehearsed. It works on "Dematerialized", but on the attempted ass-kickers, it just ain't rock'n'roll.
Bonus: Marissa Nadler. Not really my cup of tea (I'd call it "droopy goth-folk" if I were in a mean mood), but she's a friend of a friend and a decent sort, and there's a semi-nonzero probability one or another of my three readers may enjoy the stuff. So there it is.
