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In February we had fun finding songs with sweet cowbell parts as a tribute to the famous Saturday Night Live sketch in which Will Ferrell plays the hell out of a cowbell as a member of Blue Öyster Cult.

The songs we posted were only the tip of the iceberg, of course. As we reported in that post, the cowbell could possibly be one of our oldest musical friends. Archaeologists date cowbells to the Iron Age, around the same time as the creation of the Indian Vedas and the earliest parts of the Hebrew Bible.

This second collection of cowbell songs shows just how pervasive they are across genres. In some cases you’ll have to wait a while for the cowbell, and in other cases there’s a whole lot of it. One song only has cowbell in the introduction. In at least one case we’re not certain it even is a cowbell we’re hearing, but it’s a good song.

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“As One” by the Bar Kays and “What’s so Never the Dance” by Bootsy Collins (a favorite of ours).

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“90mph” by Estus. Playing that cowbell is none other than Marc Steven Bell, who was re-christened Marky Ramone in 1978. This album was recorded five years earlier.

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“She’d Rather be With Me” by the Turtles

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You have to wait a while to hear Bill Ward hit that cowbell on “The Wizard,” from Black Sabbath’s first album, but when he does in the middle of a sweet run it’s all worth the wait.

“Pay to Cum” by Bad Brains

Our year-end list of favorite local records is hardly intended to be an authoritative representation of what has happened in Minneapolis’ music scene over the past twelve months: it’s the records we have listened to and connected with since over and over again, the ones we’ve worn out. Our favorite new records of the year…

Ripple by Panther Ray

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While most doe-eyed shoegaze rock leaves us at a loss (or feeling old), Panther Ray is a band with which we’ve comfortably connected. This exceptionally talented quartet is one of the most reliably inventive pop groups in the Twin Cities, and their live sets are not to be missed. After re-inventing itself a couple times, the band has settled into a sound which hits the sweet spot between the MC5 and the Mamas and the Papas, touching on everything we love about sixties psych records and our hazy recollections of bands like Dinosaur Jr. Their label, the formidable Forged Artifacts, put forward “Get To You” as a single (and we do love guitarist Dan Ries’ work on that tune), but we prefer the ear-wormy “I Want You,” an addictive pop tune if ever there were one.

Survival of the Prettiest by Bruise Violet

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We really love this trio, who we first met when they participated in one of She Rock, She Rock‘s all-girl punk rock jams, which we hosted throughout this past year. The intent of these events (which are sponsored by a 501(c)3 non profit) is to encourage female and female-identified musicians to feel safe expressing themselves in a supportive environment, and Bruise Violet‘s success this past year suggests we’re overdue to make most spaces — record stores, venues, wherever — just as welcoming.

With just five well-produced tracks in a sweet spot between grunge and punk rock, the only problem with Survival of the Prettiest is how quickly it has come and gone. Bruise Violet’s lyrics are a lot like riot grrrl rock and more than a little entertainingly aggressive. The difference is that they’re delivered with much more complex vocal arrangements — all three members sing and do it better than most punk rock bands. The trio has done so well they’ve even earned praise from a member of the band who inspired their name (Lori Barbero of Babes in Toyland, whose 1992 album Fontanella had a classic single called “Bruise Violet”). That’s saying a lot.

Lonesome, Stoned and Drunk by Whiskey Jeff and the Beer Back Band

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Our inclusion of Whiskey Jeff‘s album is entirely biased — we love this dude so much we released his record ourselves. He and his band have been regulars here at your friendly neighborhood record store for longer than we’d like to admit, and Lonesome, Stoned and Drunk is more than a labor of love to us: it’s also an awesome honky tonk country album. If that’s your thing — if you wish Porter Wagoner were still writing songs, or that Buck Owens were still out there on the road with the Buckaroos, this band is for you.

The Money’s Coming by Wizards Are Real

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The most original instrumental rock band in the Twin Cities put out a new album this year, but it went entirely unnoticed. The Money’s Coming is the third release from Wizards Are Real, but it was released without the fanfare and hoo-hah which has become record release standard here in town because the band (bless ’em) put family first.

Wizards Are Real hasn’t had to reinvent the moon with each new record because the band is by definition iconoclastic. The Money’s Coming is just the next chapter in the band’s exploration of the outer rims of pop music.

Second Thursday by the Southside Aces

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This year the Southside Aces celebrated their residency at our neighborhood’s Eagles Club with an album, Second Thursday, which featured songs the traditional jazz group has been performing on (you guessed it) the second Thursday of each month over more years we can recollect. While they’ve always featured classic jazz composers — commonly highlighting someone like Jelly Roll Morton, Fats Waller or Sidney Bechet for the evening — they’ve also introduced their own original tunes in the New Orleans jazz tradition.

A fine example is Tony Balluff’s “Little Duke,” which certainly swings as well as any classic, but also has the irresistible effervescence of Ellington’s 30s small group work. The band also has a sense of humor (highlighted in our pre-holiday post about “Santaphone”) — they’ve developed a loyal following with both traditional jazz purists and dancers. Both were out for their New Year’s Eve show at the Eagles’ last night, which will likely become a tradition.

Young Sunset by Rupert Angeleyes

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Several years ago, one of our favorite local albums was You and Me, Ghost by Sleeping in the Aviary — it had this one song which we absolutely thought was the greatest thing to happen to our turntable since we got it a Superchunk sticker. That song (“Karen, Your an Angel”) was the first time we heard Kyle Sobczak. Sleeping in the Aviary is sadly no more, although our favorite records list of last year featured his bandmate Elliot Kozel’s new project, Tickle Torture. And with the release of Young Sunset, we learn altogether too late that Sobczak has had his own side project all along.

He’s admitted Rupert Angeleyes had not been promoted well. Three earlier releases are so overlooked that the label’s website mistakenly lists Young Sunset as his debut album. It is, certainly, his very best yet: we have fallen hard for this record like we did the first time we heard him on You and Me, Ghost.

Young Sunset is a brilliantly crafted tour of American pop. Sounds from bubble gum and Motown intermingle with the XTC/Guided by Voices influence familiar in Sleeping in the Aviary. Hearing the rockabilly shuffle of “Out of my Control” it seems as if Sobczak has figured out what Buddy Holly would sounded like if he’d lived long enough to be produced by Todd Rundgren. In fact, Runt would probably love the self-depreciating, humorous lyrics throughout Young Sunset, on which poor Rupert just doesn’t seem to catch a break. Except of course that he’s no longer overlooked: the LP is already sold out.

Stumpjumper by Charlie Parr

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There’s never really any doubt that a new album by Charlie Parr is going to be a success, but Stumpjumper was sort of a gamble for Minnesota’s most beloved barefoot bluesman. Recorded in Hillsborough, North Carolina, the album (Charlie’s sixteenth or so, depending on how you’re counting them) the album is the first to feature a full band: pianos, electric guitar, fiddle, and — gasp! — drums. When we first heard we were as worried as we were over whether Star Wars would be any good in the hands of Disney, not out of any distrust of St. Paul’s venerable Red House Records, who released Stumpjumper, but out of feat the addition of drums would somehow turn Charlie commercial.

That, of course, will never happen. Charlie remains as independent as ever on the album, which doesn’t stray from his roots tradition which fits as well with anything on Yazoo Records as with Koerner, Ray and Glover. In fact, its hard not to think of Stumpjumper as Parr’s own Running, Jumping, Standing Still, (Koerner and Willie Murphy’s 1969 album which made the same gambit).

For all that has been written about Charlie Parr we’re surprised how often people overlook the depth of his songwriting. Over his largely out of print catalog his storytelling has increasingly been expressed in a distinctive parlance all his own. Here’s what Charlie once had to say about songwriting:

By the time Jubilee came around I was pretty comfortable with the way songs come to me and just letting them be what they wanted to be. I don’t have a lot to do with it sometimes. A song is going to be what it is and you’re just waiting to write it down. 

Stumpjumper‘s eleven tracks sound a little different than Jubilee, but there is no change to the humor and insight which has made Charlie Parr one of the most popular musicians in Minnesota.

“Fire of Love” by L’Assassins

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We don’t always include singles in our end of the year favorites list. The reason we’re making an exception for this new one from L’Assassins is pretty straightforward: we didn’t want to exclude it because the b-side, “Liar,” is our favorite local song from 2015. Every second of this song is awesome, from the organ lick (played by guest musician Chan Polling of the Suburbs) to the sudden ending, which just leaves you wanting to pick up the needle and play it again. And again. We’re starting to wear out our copy of this single.

Here’s hoping L’Assassins records an overdue full-length album in 2016!

Tied to the World Behind Me by Alex “Crankshaft” Larson

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Another act which kept the New Year’s Eve crowd moving is Crankshaft and the Gear Grinders. They presented their “pork neck country” blend at Magillycuddy’s Basement Bash in Anoka last night. Crankshaft’s just-out album, Tied to the World Behind Me, takes a turn towards darker subjects than What You Gonna Do? (a favorite of ours in 2013) but has the same combination of blues and garage rock we love. What we love about this multi-talented sometimes-one-man-band musician who goes by Alex Larson by day is how well he puts them together.

And while Crankshaft sings about how “life lives hard ’til you’re boxed and charred” on Tied to the World Behind Me, and he has the scars to back it up, there’s some notably positive messages on the album. We especially love “Made to Race,” which he performed here at Hymie’s last year, and there’s a truly hilarious song about eating chili (“Eatin’ Chili”). Another awesome moment on the record is a smoldering duet with Davina Sowers called “Loose Cannon” which falls somewhere in between the two sides of Crankshaft.

Crankshaft brings together an enormous amount of talent on this album, which is absolutely the most beautifully packaged local record of the year. The gatefold jackets include a book of stunning artwork by Tiffany Smith connected to each track. The entirely analogue recording sounds explosive, and Larson’s production is absolutely perfect. In the end, what’s makes it all work so well is what a good songwriter he is. If your life were a movie and everything in it were impeccably awesome, this would be the band playing whenever you went to the neighborhood bar.

New Noir by Mystery Date

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Piñata Records has promoted Mystery Date as “the best American power pop band since 1979,” and we’re not gonna dispute that claim. Especially not after New Noir was released early last year. The album was good enough to be named “Record of the Week” by Maximumrocknroll in March. Reviewer Kenny Kaos said it perfectly:

Like, this is Top 10 of 2015 material. This is pop music. And it’s punk and it’s new wave. It’s strangely catchy and poppy, while also a little bit eerie and dark. And this is going to sound a little corny, but it’s delivered with an honesty and sincerity and sense of urgency that can’t be faked.

One of the most fun rock trios we’ve ever had here at Hymie’s (check out this video of “Lightspeed Romance”), Mystery Date’s success comes in part from a genuine love for classic American power pop. Johnny Eggerman has started a new project, Private Interests, but we helped babysit for the drummer and couldn’t hear their first show — we’re hoping he won’t abandon Mystery Date because they absolutely nailed it with New Noir.

The Seven Secrets of Snow by Paul Fonfara and the Ipsifendus Orchestra

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Paul Fonfara‘s album release show for Seven Secrets of Snow, a freshly finished mostly instrumental album which finds him backed by the Ipsifendus Orchestra, was one of our favorite live music experiences of the year. In addition to performing the album’s new compositions, Fonfara captivated the audience with a stunning performance of Eddy Arnold’s signature song, “Cattle Call,” and collaborated with legendary Americana songwriter Jim White. The one evening alone ought to make him one of the most awesome musicians in the Twin Cities, but Seven Secrets of Snow is far more than a souvenir.

Seven Secrets of Snow has become more and more a favorite for us each time we have listened to it. Our review of the album posted earlier this month focused on its jazz leanings and included comparisons to contemporary jazz composers, but what we realized during Fonfara’s performance at the Cedar Cultural Center was the extent to which the work — likely owing to its origin as a score for an as-yet-unfinished film — reflected the influence of late twentieth century classical composers. Fonfara’s eight original pieces are an amalgam of the minimal school and the Ipsifendus school. This latter, lesser known, would include members of several of the Twin Cities’ most talented groups: the Brass Messengers, the Poor Nobodys, Dreamland Faces, the Bookhouse Trio and Fonfara’s own Painted Saints. This draws in a comfortable base in eastern European folk traditions, but also a connection between Fonfara’s songs and the six fascinatingly mathematic string quartets of Bela Bartók, composed a generation before the minimals or Raymond Scott’s Secret Seven.

The Future Was a Long Time Ago by Chokecherry

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The “little band that could” finally made the record we knew we’d hear one day: The Future Was a Long Time Ago was well worth the wait. We have loved Chokecherry for longer than we can remember — much longer than we have been taking care of your friendly neighborhood record shop. Just like Donnie & Marie, the band is “a little bit country, a little bit rock and roll.” Probably more a combination of rockabilly and punk rock, to be specific. In our original review of the album we compared them to the 90s punkabilly band the Gr’ups.

We also suggested The Future Was a Long Time Ago is an album for the so-called “Great Recession.” Jon Collins has always been an insightful songwriter, touching on serious subjects without berating the listener. This album has some lighter moments, especially the songs sung by both Collins and fiddler Pam Laizure like “Salt and Ice” and the hilariously sad “Spent Your Best Years.” Within just a few weeks we knew every single line on this album and were singing along.

The Blind Shake

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2015 was another over-worked, over-travelled, over-loud year for the Blind Shake, who are nothing short of the best punk rock band in the Twin Cities, even if they don’t know it. They might be one of the best bands in America. The iconic trio released not one, not two, not three … but four LPs this year, working with various labels and recording all around the country.

Live in San Francisco encapsulates the frantic energy of the band’s live sets, but leaves the filling-rattling volume up to the listener (warning: you will end up turning this album up and uP and UP). Modern Surf Classics is a collaboration which finds the Blind Shake backing post-punk legend Swami John Reis through thirteen inventive instrumentals which live up to the LP’s hyperbolic title. It is certainly the closest the Blind Shake will ever come to a party record.

The strangest, and ultimately most compelling Blind Shake project of the year leaves drummer Dave Roper behind and features the Blaha brothers as a duo in which the younger adds a modified drum kit to his baritone guitar for performances. Shadow in the Cracks (which they are sure to remind us so we’ll tell you now: is not the Blind Shake) is concept piece which presents the Blaha’s darkest inclinations, but really sticks to your ribs. And seems to invoke “Ghost Riders in the Sky” more than once.

The first of the four releases (we think — Fuck this band’s discography has become confusing!) is Fly Right, a 12″ EP released by Memphis’ Goner Records. It seems like a strange bedfellow to last year’s Breakfast of Failures, but its collection of tracks moving in seemingly unconnected directions is likely to be a fan favorite because it encapsulates the band’s inventive potential. We will not so begrudgingly buy four more releases by the Blind Shake next year if they make them, because this year’s haul was absolutely awesome.

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As record collectors, we’re hoping this band will slow down next year, but we don’t imagine they will.

Rank Strangers

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The songs throughout the triple album series are consistently catchy, balancing a Sandinista! range of studio experimentation with the more focused direction of an album like Elvis Costello’s Imperial Bedroom, to which we compared Lady President in February. There’s a definite sense of new wave rock to all three, from Television to Talking Heads, but Rank Strangers hardly sound stuck in the past.

Mike Wisti, who founded Rank Strangers twenty-five years ago, writes lyrics like Costello, dense and witty, but throughout these new albums without the cruelty we associate with dear old Declan. In fact, Lady President, Ringtones and The Box approach subjects from natural disasters to overthrowing the government with an almost child-like sense of wonder. These might be the only three albums of 2015 which had us poring over the lyric sheets.

We couldn’t pick a favorite of the three, owing in part to the clever interplay which connects them (for instance, each album features the title track of another). Ringtone‘s penultimate track is a theatrical reworking of the recurring song “The Lone Piranha” which we found highly memorable. Each album opens with a great pop tune, especially Lady President‘s “When the Pendulum Swings,” and each includes a track which comes from seemingly outside the box — “Global Warming” (on The Box) and “The Sound of Tools” (on “Ringtones”) are especially memorable songs, surely ranked with our favorites of the year.

No Luck by What Tyrants

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We struggle to explain how Earth-shatteringly awesome we find this album to be, and end up just telling people that it “kicks ass.” So look — since you’re reading a record store’s blog (and not even a particularly fancy record store) we’ll assume you love rock and roll in some form or another. We might not all agree on which is the Kinks’ best album or whether or not the Velvet Underground without John Cale is really the Velvet Underground, but we all love rock and roll. It helps us deal with all the things in life that don’t rock.

What Tyrants fits fits Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart’s famous remark: “I know it when I see it.” And what we know, hearing the unbelievably kick-ass tour de force of No Luck, is that this band rocks. These tapes should have come with a warning label, because they’re addictive.

So that’s that. There’s tons of other incredible new local LPs, CDs, tapes and singles from 2015 — and we don’t assume our choice of favorites is in any way authoritative. Most years we come across records we regret not including. All the great artists here in town are one of the best parts about working in a record store in Minneapolis.

Often mistaken for the Ventures, the Frantics were a successful Seattle surf group, who eventually re-settled in San Francisco and formed the nucleus of Moby Grape, a group whose penchants for the peculiar has procured for them a special place in our hearts. And if ever pressed to name our favorite Halloween song, we’d have to choose “Werewolf,” their eerie adaptation of Link Wray, accented with menacing howls and growls.

There’s a short introduction (unless you play the b-side of the 1960 reissue, “No Werewolf”) but other werewolf songs are much more narrative, probably owing to the presence of the lycanthrope in our mythology for centuries. The most famous of these is unquestionably Warren Zevon’s “Werewolf of London,” a minor hit in 1978 which has been a classic rock staple since.

In years since Metallica has implored listeners to “seek the wolf in thyself” and the Cramps have confessed to being teenage werewolves. And there’s Ozzy Osbourne’s “Bark at the Moon,” which presents the tale of an unspecified creature which has returned from the dead to once again terrorize a village. We’ve always assumed the creature was a werewolf (who else barks at the moon?) but Ozzy’s video turns the terror into more Mr. Hyde than Lon Chaney.

It’s hard to take anything Ozzy does too seriously.

Lenny Bruce’s sole attempt at pop music was a jaunty love tune set in enchanting Transylvania, lovingly arranged by jazz bassist Jack Weeks.. Originally issued as a single, and now pretty obscure if not valuable, you’ll most easily find “My Werewolf Mama” on The Real Lenny Bruce, a double-LP retrospective inspired by the Dustin Hoffman biopic Lenny.

Werewolf stories seem to bring out something silly in us, even though they’re supposed to be scary. This is probably why An American Werewolf in London and Teen Wolf are favorites for Gen Xers like ourselves. Speaking of silly, the restaurant in “Werewolf of London,” Lee Ho Fook, actually existed, proudly displaying a portrait of Zevon on its wall. We were just as proud when someone wrote a song about us. Sadly, whether or not a werewolf ever actually ordered a big bowl of beef chow mein is a mystery lost to the ages: Yelp reports Lee Ho Fook closed earlier this year.

They say we dress up as monsters on Halloween to ease our fear of them. There is, after all, enough to keep you up at night before allowing the supernatural to enter into your concerns. Werewolf stories are especially handy mythology because they easily personify the duality in our nature, the conflict between our animal desires and our supposedly enlightened humanity. This is what John Landis was telling us in An American Werewolf in London, but like Ozzy we’ve never been able to take him too seriously.

They aren’t scary stories anymore. Now that everyone can film everything, we’re too busy watching the police knock our children around to look for the things we tried for centuries to document. In the spirit of the silliness of werewolf stories, here’s a song by the Five Man Electrical Band (most famous for the 1971 hit “Signs,” strangely apt to the direction we’ve taken this). Their werewolf story opens with some silly exchanges between Billy’s parents, who are concerned he’s been acting strange lately…

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So the dust has settled, so to speak, on Ryan Adams’ cover version of 1989. Its due on LP soon, but likely reached its largest audience when first released online last month. Taylor Swift called it “an honor,” and reviews were mostly kind, if skewed in a sexist direction. Everyone has something to say about the best selling album of the past year. We did, but it was mostly that we love it. And Ryan Adams’ version, eh… it’s not all bad, but its missing something.

We have an on-again, off-again relationship with Adams, who is as prolific a songwriter as he is a producer of successful cover versions. He’s one of those artists where a fan could get frustrated, and spend a fortune, collecting the discography. We’ve been fans since we first bought Whiskeytown’s penultimate disc because it had a brief appearance by Alejandro Escoveda, but Adams’ solo records are a disappointing mixture of gems and duds.

You can’t entirely separate Adams’ output of albums from the entertaining drama to which he seems attached. Between his hostile retirement announcement and the “Summer of ’69” incident, his esoteric side projects like Werewolph and Sleazy Handshake, and his frequent changes of direction, Adams sometimes seems like a relic of the seventies, when rock stars were larger than life. It definitely makes us interested in each new album.

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As the title of today’s post suggests, we’ve been thinking about one particular seventies singer, who bounced from band to band, and whose albums were a similar combination of compelling originals and clever covers. Ian Matthews first performed as a member of Fairport Convention, a British group featuring folks who clearly loved California bands like the Byrds or the Grateful Dead. At one point Matthews was sort of un-invited to a recording session, leading him out in to the wilderness of a solo career where he never settled in one place for long.

Matthews’ work included stints in short-lived bands, some of which are occasionally revived: No Faith, More than a Song, Matthews Southern Comfort, Hi Fi, and Plainsong. With these, and under his own name, he’s appeared on at least thirty albums, but even a seasoned collector would be confounded by a quest to find them all.

For today’s post we’ve recorded a few songs from Matthews’ early albums which we have enjoyed. These first two are from his 1974 album, Some Days You Eat the Bear, which is mostly covers. In addition to Tom Waits (whose “Ol’ 55” seems to have been ubiquitous on albums issued by Elektra and Asylum around the time) and Steely Dan, there’s an early cover of “I Don’t Wanna Talk About It,” which was written by Danny Whitten for the first Crazy Horse album. The song later appeared on Rita Coolidge’s best-selling Anytime…Anywhere and Rod Stewart’s Atlantic Crossing, both albums which certainly eclipsed anything Matthews recorded, but we really love his take on this beautiful song. The second tune from this album is one of the songs Gene Clark wrote while performing with the Flying Burrito Brothers.

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These next selections are from the single album by Plainsong, a band which Matthews founded with Andy Roberts, whose previous work included playing guitar arrangements to accompany poetry in esoteric English acts the Liverpool Scene and the Scaffold. In Search of Amelia Earhart is heavily influenced by Fred Goerner’s 1966 conspiracy theory book, but isn’t entirely a concept album (not all the songs are about the famed pilot’s mysterious disappearance). Matthews’ fans consider this one of his best albums, and while it received positive reviews and they toured that year, the band didn’t last.

Matthews and Roberts revived Plainsong in the 90s and released several CDs, each of which were all but un-available here in the states. A 2005 double-disc collected the original 1972 album and also songs recorded for what would have been their second LP.

A cover of “Shake It” by Terrance Boylan (no, not “Shake it Off”!) was the only hit of Ian Matthews career. A single from his sixteenth album, Stealin’ Home, it reached #13 here in the United States. With Hi Fi he released a couple albums in the early 80s, exploring his songwriting in power pop instead of folk rock and also covering Prince’s “When You Were Mine.” For a while after this he worked in the A&R department at Island Record and then at new age staple Windham Hill. He has, on more recent solo records, used the original spelling of his name, Iain Matthews.

Here are two songs from Tigers Will Survive, Matthews’ second solo album, on which his Fairport Convention bandmate Richard Thompson appeared as “Woolfe J. Flywheel.” This album is much more directly connected to his roots in the English folk scene, but the title tune seems like a fitting theme song for the singer, who at sixty-nine is still performing infrequently. His last album, The Art of Obscurity, was released a few years ago on a fittingly unknown label called Fledg’ling, and billed in the notes as his last.

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This last song, “Please be my Friend,” reminds us of “Friends” from Ryan Adams’ ’05 album with the Cardinals, Cold Roses. This is the sort of song that makes us think of the two as similar — in their original songs, both are often reaching out for the connection of a friendship. The Plainsong album is deeply concerned with what we do to get through disillusionment in a way that several songs on Adams’ solo debut, Heartbreaker, is as well.

…just seem to make for a sad song.

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Some years ago a customer posted something on the Hymie’s facebook page about wishing they could make mix tapes on vinyl — and moments later another customer commented, “They exist! They’re called K-Tel compilations!” Over this long weekend we realized how many are scattered all around the 4000 square feet of your friendly neighborhood record shop and had a great time listening to them.

The history of K-Tel International seems like a Coen Brothers film waiting on a backer. The ubiquitous bargain bin label’s US distribution was based here in the Twin Cities (with addresses in Minneapolis, Hopkins, and most recently Plymouth) but it began up in Winnipeg, Manitoba in the 60s. Its founder, Philip Kives, began his career marketing products like the Veg-O-Matic and the Feather-Touch Knife. Their primary market was “As Seen On TV” advertising and promotion.

In 1966 K-Tel released its first album, 25 Great Country Artists Singing Their Original Hits. Kives has claimed, incorrectly, that his business invented the compilation album. They had healthy success in the competitive country compilation market, but it was really in producing pop collections that the label found a mass market. Eventually, K-Tel collections acknowledged (although didn’t always accurately represent) everything from disco to metal and punk rock.

lolliwinksThe label branched out into original recordings a few times over the years, including the original “classical gasp” mashup, Hooked On Classics, which was distributed by RCA, and a UK-only spoken word album about the Loch Ness Monster by Alex Harvey. On a local note the label also reissued Distortions by the Litter in 1990 with three extra tracks, but only pressed 500 copies making it as rare as the original album these days ’cause who on Earth was buying records in 1990 besides weird-o’s like us? K-Tel also issued a super bizarre kids album called The Loliwinks which has a cult following.

While K-Tel collections are found all over the world, we in Minnesota seem to have more of them than any other record collectors. If you don’t pay attention to your record collection they just seem to appear between other albums over time like mildew. And when you go to get rid of some albums to make room for more, you can’t toss out the K-Tel comps, because they’re just so wonderful.

Here are nine favorites of ours…

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20 Great Country Artists Singing Their Original Hits may have been K-Tel’s first record, but Country Roads is their greatest country collection. The collection includes two of country music’s best songs of all time: “Stand by Your Man” and “Behind Closed Doors.” It also pretty well known hits by Ray Price (the awesomely honky tonky “My Shoes Keep Walking Back to You”), Johnny Horton and David Houston. Our favorite tracks are by two Carls — Carl Smith’s “Hey Joe,” which is not to be confused with the rock standard introduced by the Leaves and by Jimi Hendrix in the 60s, and “Don’t Let Me Cross Over” by the great Carl Butler

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Heavy Metal starts with so much promise: the first two tracks are the MC5’s “Kick Out the Jams” and “Iron Man.” Sure, it’s the censored “Jams” but at least its not the single edit of the Black Sabbath classic — and no other collection is going to put these songs alongside Alice Cooper’s “I’m Eighteen.” The whole first side rocks, but then the double album devolves into what your mom called “heavy metal.” Songs like “Right Place, Wrong Time” and “Ramblin’ Man” are great 70s jams, but they don’t belong on this album.

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With its Happy Days-themed selections and jukebox-shaped jacket, Jukebox Jive must have been very successful. It’s one of the most common K-Tel collections these days. The television commercial from the famous “as seen on TV” label celebrates its selection:

Jukebox Jive offers a few deep cuts not often found on 50s collections, making it more interesting than Fonzie’s Favorites or the American Graffiti soundtrack. It’s also the first of two collections on this list to contain “The Lion Sleeps Tonight.”

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Like the budget disco collections which were probably sold more in gas stations and drug stores than record shops like ours, there are so many truck driving collections its hard to choose a favorite. 20 Great Truck Drivin’ Songs doesn’t have a cover as awesome as Gusto Records’ Road Music or Starday’s Diesel Smoke, Dangerous Curves and Other Truck Drivin’ Favorites. but it does contain a box of “CB-Trucker Talk” on the back. This is how we know the classy gal on the cover of Road Music is what’s called a “pavement princess.”

K-Tel proves their licensing prowess by proffering the best collection of truck drivin’ jams: “Convoy” and “Truck Drivin’ Cat with Nine Wives” make appearances, as do lesser-known classics like “Give Me 40 Acres to Turn This Rig Around” by the Willis Brothers.

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Released by K-Tel subsidiary Dominion Music in 1984, Electric Breakdance is the most progressive collection the Minnesota label produced. Sadly, we have never found a copy which still has the “giant detailed poster on how to break,” so we have yet to learn the hard way about the warning on the back of this album:

If you have any ankle, knee back or other physical problems, you should have a medical checkup before attempting the dances described in these materials. Parental supervision is advised for children who attempt these dances.

The album’s notes (uncommon for a K-Tel release) remind listeners that breakdancing had a decade’s history before Michael Jackson did the moon walk on Motown’s 25th anniversary special. In spite of this claim the tracks are mostly pulled from early 80s electro and hip hop records, but the collection contains tunes you’d otherwise spend a couple hundred dollars to collect. The only song on Electric Breakdance which wouldn’t cost you $20 on a playable 12″ single is Run DMC’s “It’s Like That.” The rest of the album represents the grey area that existed between hip hop, electronic music, and rhythm and blues on the sweaty streets of New York, including the Double Dee and Steinski debut “Play that Beat Mr DJ,” performed by GLOBE and Wiz Kid, and the Grandmaster Flash standard “White Lines.”

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Goofy Greats isn’t as manic as the Dr. Demento collections, but it is far more fun than Ronco’s inferior Funny Bones compilation. Many aren’t really intended to be novelty songs, but just have a silly bend, such as “The Lion Sleeps Tonight.” Two local bands make an appearance (the Fendermen and the Trashmen) and it’s probably the only way you’ll find Piero Umiliani’s original “Mah-Na-Mah-Na,” which made its first appearance in the score to Sweeden: Heaven and Hell, a 1968 Italian documentary about the wild sexual behaviors of Swedes.

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There are so many disco collections in the K-Tel discography its difficult to choose a favorite. Let’s Disco! is unique in that it contains a side of instructions. The b-side offers a short selection of “non-stop disco” highlighted by Foxy’s “Get Off Your Aaah! and Dance.”

DISCO, A single word has captured a nation’s imagination. No longer thought of as an amusement strictly for the “beautiful people,” DISCO has become a national entertainment. People from 6 to 60, tired of watching a select few have all the fun, are shedding their 9 to 5 humdrums, donning their dancing shoes and stepping out!

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Our copy of Street Wave was released by K-Tel’s Canadian subsidiary based in Mississauga, Ontario, so maybe this album wasn’t intended for the American market. We can’t say we’ve ever looked at the notes on the back of another copy — who looks at the notes on a K-Tel compilation? Street Wave seems like it would be a lot more fun based on the cover, but when you play the album you’ll be disappointed to find the selections, with the exception of Billy Joel’s “You May Be Right,” represent the softer side of these acts on the fringes of K-Tel’s usual landscape. The Talking Heads’ weirdly soulless “Take me to the River” is included, as is Pat Benatar’s “We Live for Love,” which is absolutely the lightest song on In the Heat of the Night. Our assumption this album was intended for the Canadian market is solidified by the inclusion of Teenage Head, whose “Somethin’ on my Mind” was a minor hit in the great white north in 1980. Where Street Wave succeeds is in capturing the 60s pop influence on new wave, with bubble gum-y tunes like “Somethin’ on my Mind” and the Ramones’ cover of “Baby I Love You.”

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Super Bad is the single best K-Tel compilation in spite of its faults. The 1973 collection does not contain “Super Bad,” and offers “Good Foot (Part One)” in its place, which was only James Brown’s first single certified gold because previous successes were not accurately reported by King Records. It’s not a bad song, but it’s no “Super Bad.” The album is actually less heavy fun and more heavy soul, with funky jams from soul standards like the Staple Singers (“Respect Yourself”) and Joe Tex (“I Gotcha”). With a copy of Super Bad you can sample primordial disco in the form of Jerry Butler’s “One Night Affair” and a cover of “Give me your Love” by Barbara Mason, as well as the borderline acid jazz of Timmy Thomas’ “Why Can’t We Live Together.”

The tracks on Super Bad are dramatic (though the Dramatics do not appear) and dynamic (though the Dynamics do not appear). Barry White’s “Walkin’ in the Rain” and (a Love Unlimited single) and Isaac Hayes’ “Theme from Shaft” are exceptional three minute epics, and “I’ve Been Lonely for so Long” just hits a sweet spot around here.

The Hymie’s crew is DJing a wedding tonight for a local musician who is a friend — so we’ll be zipping out of the shop right away today to the reception. We didn’t have time to find something new for the blog today because we’re busy picking records our friends will enjoy, so here’s a silly rerun from earlier this year…

Don’t hire this guy.

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