We have a lot of great records at Jackpot, the best of which we display on the wall. But what's the point of keeping a record on the wall when it should be listened to and appreciated? Sometimes the records have to come.........(wait for it).........off the wall.
Part Poetry reading, part stand up barf bag drunken bastard...Charles Bukowskis' 1980 recording made at the Sweetwater, in Redondo Beach, California is filled with swarthy swagger
and dumpster intellectualism, a brutal zen exercise filled with bile
tongue, audience taunting, contempt, degradation and humor. Comprised of
one 60 minute set (30 minutes each side), Buk reads poetry and pontificates upon gambling, sex, drinking, love, hate, death...the usual fun stuff. For all his legendary status of being a filthy fuck, Charles
voice has a timber of sweetness, a forgiving quality...he was born into
this, he can't help it. But if you want to watch him "perform" a one of
a kind poetry, and possibly puke on stage, Charles will gladly take your money for spending on whores, liquor, and horses.
This bit was one of my favorites:
Obviously one of the first things that grabbed me with this album was the cover...particularly the album title. Beastie Boys copped this shit hard.
This music is very reminiscent of Raymond Scott electronics, although tape loop manipulation and live instrumentation augment these recordings. Fun, light, cartoonish...probably not something to listen to all the time but its relevance as one of the first commercially successful electronic albums has to be appreciated.
Holy god! Where has this album been all my life? In a way its been with me
for a long time...Madlib sampled THE FUCK outta this album for The
Unseen, especially on 'Come One Feet.' This 1973 soundtrack to the acclaimed animated French film is
one killer orchestral jazz funk psych masterpiece. Between this album, Daft Punk's Tron Soundtrack, and the new Air soundtrack
for Le Voyage Dans La Lune, I gotta say the French got sci-fi music on lock.
La Planete Sauvage is available to watch online
It's funny this record came in as I have been going through an early
Slayer thing via River's Edge. This album sounds fucking sweet comin'
off the Technic. I've come to the conclusion that it is essential older
metal be appreciated on vinyl, which is to say, the nuance of speed and
thrash, blasts better loud in analog. Everything sounds better analog, I
know...but when you've never had the chance to really get into old
Slayer vinyl you notice the difference.
Here's a couple sweet tracks.
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