"Everybody's got something to hide 'cept for me and my monkey... oh, sorry, Joel."
This year has seen a number of pathetic albums by aging iconoclasts. (See: The Fall's Reformation Post TLC, the Stooges' Weirdness, the Beasties' The Mix-Up, etc.) One by one, falling victim to Sick Boy's Grand Unifying Theory ("So we all get old and then we can't hack it anymore...") - but wait! What's that on the horizon? Why, it's a new Brian Jonestown Massacre record! And just what does it sound like, pray tell...?
Well, take a look for yourself.
Anton threw up rough mixes of the newly-tracked album before the recording heads have even cooled - bless his social-revolutionist heart! Though the mixes are indeed a bit burlap on the ears, dare I say this could be the furthest out along the spiral arms Newcombe & Co. have wandered. From the seasick stomp of "Golden Frost" (the video for which is linked above) to the time-warping Kevin-Shields-Vs.-El-P march of "Who Cares Why", not to mention the Expo 70-ish aural bog of "Black Hole Symphony" (imagine a slightly cuddlier SunnO))))... Newcombe is certainly tipping his hand by titling the record My Bloody Underground, but it's a damn hard hand to beat.