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Matthew Greenwald  |  May 01, 2005  |  First Published: Dec 31, 1969  |  0 comments

When I first interviewed humble reissue genius Bob Irwin back in 1997, he told me that working as a freelance producer for Sony/Columbia/Legacy and other major labels, and having his own label, the much-respected Coxsackie, New York based Sundazed Records, has given him “the best of both worlds.”

Andy Goldenberg  |  May 01, 2005  |  0 comments

Richard Buckner has one of the most instantly recognizable voices in Rock music today. A plaintive wail that expresses sadness better than anyone save perhaps Mark Eitzel, Buckner's latest (and sixth overall) album, and first for progressive independent-label Merge Records, features a nice mix of his traditional acoustic laments as well as some bold electric guitar-laden rockers. Recorded at Wavelab Studios in Tucson as well as Tophat Studios in Austin Texas, Dents & Shells contains fascinating insights into the breakdown of relationships and the regeneration of the human spirit following such events. Buckner has recently gone through a divorce so it is not a stretch to read into these tunes from an autobiographical perspective.

Michael Fremer  |  May 01, 2005  |  0 comments

Petra Haden, the very talented daughter of bassist Charlie Haden, and former member of That Dog has released an a cappella version of The Who Sells Out that is charming, entertaining, ingenious and loads of fun.

Michael Fremer  |  May 01, 2005  |  0 comments

Even if you generally find Jones's voice too nasal, too cat-like, too small, too thin, too whiney and especially too nasal, her cool, slinky and smartly laid-back vibe on this impeccably arranged and played double LP set will surely win you over.

Michael Fremer  |  May 01, 2005  |  0 comments

I've seen literally hundreds of copies of this 1959 Weavers release, but until this reissue, I've never seen a stereo copy. Didn't even know it existed in a black label “Stereolab” edition.

Michael Fremer  |  May 01, 2005  |  0 comments

"Keep Your Jesus Out of My Face,” is a bumper sticker I'm contemplating having printed so I can stick it on my car's rear end, and tell people who are offended where they can stick it. That's just how I feel about religion, and Jesus, and Yahweh, and Zeus and Poseidon, and Mary, and the rest of the endless myths that hobble and delude mankind into thinking the latest iteration is the truth, the way, the best, my way, or the highway, or whatever. More evil has been committed in the name of religion than any other institution invented by mankind and nothing you're going to tell me is going to turn me around.

Michael Fremer  |  May 01, 2005  |  0 comments

Hendrix's psychedelic morning after pill was a gloriously unfocused affair, at times sprawling and tentative, at times like his “Star Spangled Banner,” timeless, brilliant and classic. At his most tentative that morning, playing with a newly assembled group, Hendrix was still in control, still exploding the limits on what one man can do with an electric guitar.

Michael Fremer  |  May 01, 2005  |  0 comments

The big band era was over and Duke Ellington was past his most creative years by the time this set was recorded, but the year was 1960 and no doubt the art of recording was reaching a pinnacle. If you have any doubts, check out this Classic reissue cut from the three track original.

 |  May 01, 2005  |  0 comments

First issued on Premonition CD in 1994 and later on limited edition LP (licensed by Music Direct, which now owns the Mobile Fidelity name) with three tracks deleted due to space limitations, and then on Mo-Fi SACD, Café Blue now gets the 3 LP 45rpm treatment, _ speed mastered by Paul Stubblebine using Mobile Fidelity's Gain 2 Ultra Analog System™.

Michael Fremer  |  May 01, 2005  |  0 comments

If Travelling On With The Weavers is the original “Kumbaya Moment,” this live album recorded in 1962 is the “Kumbaya Follow Up Moment.” The first live concert I every attended was Joan Baez at Town Hall in New York City in 1962 or 3. I was in high school but until that night, had never seen unshaven legs and armpits. I mean on girls. I'd never seen moustaches before, either and again I mean on girls. But there they were! Loitering in the balcony foyer. I can still smell the Patchouli oil and what lurked just beyond. Maybe I was just imagining that.

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