Fake Problems - Interview

July 6th, 2008 by Racket Magazine

contact.jpgThese guys are the coolest motherfuckers in the world. After technical difficulties the first time around, I got a second chance to interview Naples, FL’s sexiest man-candy band–Fake Problems. I can’t really account for much of what happened leading up to and after this interview and I would apologize…but…I just don’t care enough too. I spent the night hanging out with the guys, double-fisting gin and tonics…which led to a person in my party, as well as their tour manager getting kicked out of the venue. It’s times like these I reflect…and realize I’ve made the best possible choices in my life. So, here goes: Take two with Fake Problems! And really… just go out and support these dudes. Seriously, they put on an amazing show, have great records, and are some solid guys to boot.

[Emperor’s Note: At some point in time, let’s say 1:30 in the morning, Derek Perry called me, yelling something indeterminable about Aaron needing more money and yadda yadda. Derek, as a starving touring musician, you make more money off a night’s worth of shirts than Racket ever has. …give me a shirt.]
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Earlimart - Hymn and Her - CD Review

July 2nd, 2008 by Racket Magazine

hymn-her-earlimart-cd-cover.jpgEarlimart
Hymn and Her
Shout Factory
8/10

When it comes to music to mellow out to, this is it. I’m actually really surprised some quirky indie movie hasn’t picked up half of this as the soundtrack yet. The Aaron Espinoza and Ariana Murray have voices that seemed destined to make harmony with each other. Piano-ballads abound, and somehow this avoids the droning of most Coldplay and the pop of Elton John. Well performed, well written songs. Solid.

-Jonathan Yost

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Rose Hill Drive - Moon is the New Earth - CD Review

July 2nd, 2008 by Racket Magazine

rosehilldrive.jpgRose Hill Drive
Moon is the New Earth
Megaforce Records
7/10

Rose Hill Drive is another one of those bands that does not want to accept the fact that Led Zeppelin’s never gunna put out another record, so they decided to do it themselves. Rose Hill Drive has decided that it can’t be classic rock if they’re still doing it. Really, that’s about it. Think Wolfmother. Which is like thinking Led Zep B-sides. So, yea, skip Wolfmother and just think Led Zep B-Sides.

-Jonathan Yost

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Toy Machine Kills You Thrice - DVD review

June 30th, 2008 by Racket Magazine

lurkfest.jpgToy Machine is the shit, yes, we have acknowledged this. However, what to do with the dreaded tour video? Remember Label Live? What…no? Of course you don’t, and there’s a reason for this - tour videos suck. I’ll be honest, I wasn’t much into Berzerker either. With that said, I was surprised to find that I kind of…well…liked Lurk-Fest. Granted, there was some good street skating at the end but I don’t think that’s why. I’m going to chalk this one up to Kevin Barnett (Toy film/edit overlord). The video has “feel.” There’s an oxymoron for you - a tour video with feel. No kidding though, this video has feel. A good skate video will always have cohesion. This is where Barnett scored - Lurk-Fest is a Toy Machine video through and through. Whether it was the word bubbles or the grainy shots a la Good & Evil, I dug this one. Well done gents.

-Wesley Miller

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Black Eyes and Neckties - Apparition - CD Review

June 30th, 2008 by Racket Magazine

blackeyes1.jpgBlack Eyes and Neckties
Apparition!
Click Pop Records
9/10

I’m actually surprised on how fucking good this album is. Riffs that kick you in the face are coupled with synth bits that punch you in the nards. I love every bit of it. This is the sound I looked for every time I jumped into a fucking pit, chaos that just causes you to unleash and explode. BE&N are one of those genre-bending bands that sound like bits and pieces of other bands. As I love describing bands in mathematical formulas, here we go: At The Drive In + The AKAs + The Blood Brothers (the good stuff) = Black Eyes and Neckties. The slower bits at the end are actually just as good as the elbow-throwing bedlam in the beginning, It’s Midnight makes me want to mosh around my living room breaking shit. My roommates would not be pleased with this.

-Jonathan Yost

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Goldfrapp - Seventh Tree - CD Review

June 30th, 2008 by Racket Magazine

goldfrapp.jpgGoldfrapp
Seventh Tree
Mute Records
8/10

In my mind, there is this collection of female singers that stick out in the world of ethereal vocals, Beth Gibbons (Portishead), Bjork, Beth Orton and Alison Goldfrapp. Goldfrapp comes at you with another atmospheric journey that can equally lead you to romance or seclusion. Her voice piercing through everything else, Goldfrapp leaves you just utterly satisfied at the end of the album. Sensual and passionate lyrics build upon the layers of synths and percussion to leave you wanting more. Also, she’s hot.

-Jonathan Yost

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Melvins - Nude With Boots - CD Review

June 30th, 2008 by Racket Magazine

melvins.pngThe Melvins
Nude With Boots - July 8th release date.
Ipecac Recordings
Overall Rating: 10/10

You might think that - coming from the band who’s 24 year career has been successfully grounded on doing the same thing over and over - from extensive touring efforts to an arsenal of 25+ album releases in which every effort maintains the unmistakable Melvins sound (and yet each effort is as well, more delectible than it’s predecessor), you might think that eventually the band would reach a road-block. Eventually, you might think that the band would lose steam, change their miracle formula, and drop a bomb-shell of an album; finally disproving the fact that ‘holy hell, these guys are an unstoppable force!‘.

Well, apparently aside from having the very best drummer active in the industry today (okay, maybe tied a bit with Dave Lombardo and Terry Bozzio, both of whom King Buzzo has been brilliant enough to work with on FantÙmas) as well as the only vocalist guitarist out there who’s talent matches his amazingly epic and ridiculously large hair; the Melvins really are unstoppable….and possibly immortal. At least, I hope they’re immortal because a world without the Melvins is a world I would prefer to leave behind in a space-ship just to watch it explode (I’m actually kinda close to that point right now - if it weren’t for the Melvins, you’d all be gone, all of this wouldn’t exist; so count your luck…and maybe try to get science working on those clones).

….Moving on. You may think I’m certifiable (and there’s a tiny bit of truth to that), but check this - you know how they always say ‘first impressions are everything’? Yes, of course you do because they’re always saying it. Anyway, I was never fond of first impressions, mostly because they tend to lean toward the conclusion that I’m a little beyond eccentric…in my experience I haven’t found first impressions to be very unquestionably, undeniably true. With that thought in mind, I put that cd in and set myself up to be only mildly impressed, or worse.

The album’s first track, ‘The Kicking Machine‘, opens to the sound of (what I can only assume is) a line of percussion recorded into a muffled microphone that is slowly uncovered to reveal the full, unmistakable sound of Dale Crover working the drum kit, with King Buzzo expertly adding the guitar and vocale while Jared Warren fills in on the bass. It was as if I’d discovered music for the first time, again. ‘This can’t be serious…‘ I thought, my soul still scarred by such insults from formerly highly respected musicians as Chris Cornell, with his disappointing solo efforts (and I’m not even gonna touch on Audioslave here). ‘The album still has plenty of chance to let me down..‘ continued the cynic in me.

Well girls and boys, nobody ever likes to admit they’re wrong, particularly in a public forum; but you know…I was wrong. Dead wrong. Nude With Boots continued to “wow” and impress at every turn, and before I even knew it, the cd had cycled through all 11 tracks and started itself back on ‘The Killing Machine‘ on repeat; and remained in the player literally for days as I found myself reluctant to listen to anything else.

You may find this all a lurid exaggeration (I once read somewhere that King Buzzo described the Melvins’ music as ‘music for people who hate everything‘, and it made sense then, that I would erupt into fits of joy any time the Melvins’ existed was re-introduced to my attention) but really - let the album do the talking. Give it a listen; if you’re not instantly impressed (or at least a little hooked), go back to listening to Korn, or Hannah Montana, or whichever revoltingly industry-processed spewing of pure garbage that you prefer, because clearly you haven’t a clue what real, decent music is.

The Melvins are set to release a FantÙmas-Melvins Big Band DVD sometime this summer/fall, and are currently opening a tour with dates already set in the United States and Europe. For more information/tour dates, check any of the following sites: Ipecac Recordings, Melvins MySpace, Melvins Official Site.

-Kim Worpek

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Rmxxology - CD Review

June 30th, 2008 by Racket Magazine

rmxxology.jpgVarious Artists
RMXXOLOGY
Delicious Vinyl
8/10

Remixes of super sweet hip hop from the Delicious Vinyl catalog could have easily been a massive fuck disaster. Luckily, it takes such sweet tracks as Young MC’s Bust a Move and Runnin’ from the Pharcyde and either spiffs ‘em up or strips them down. You have some other big names remixing shit like Peaches, Hot Chip and Eminem. Yes, apparently he still does shit, or this is old and salvaged. My main bitch is the length of the album, 15 tracks sounds great, until you realize 5 of them are instrumentals. That would be fantastic, if I was a DJ. I’m not. But, here’s 10 tracks perfect to toss into your electro-dance mixes that are all the rage these days.

-Jonathan Yost

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Toy Machine Kills You Twice

June 27th, 2008 by Racket Magazine

2.jpgI hate clothing brands. I don’t understand why you would have a shirt that just says “ADIDAS” or “Champion,” so when Wesley told me that Toy Machine sent us shirts, I was not really excited. That is, until I saw that that only a couple of the shirts had the words Toy Machine on them, instead they had some sick fucking monsters on ‘em! Now, Racket’s got monsters on our site, so of course I was down. I’ve gotta admit, I feel pretty cool when I walk into a place with the Cyclops shirt and get compliments, I’m not used to them, I’m used to trying to get my drink as fast as possible and get the hell out of the way. Plus, there’s an added bonus of not being thrift store duds, so the quality is actually, you know, good. So, I have to admit, that for a skateboard company, they have some killer threads.

Even though they probably won’t be free for you (hey, we never know,) paying for such coolness may be an option. No, seriously, they’re that good.

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George Carlin - 5/12/1937 - 6/22/08

June 23rd, 2008 by Racket Magazine

george-carlin.jpgWe here at Racket revel in cuss words, discomfort and satire, so you can imagine how devastated we are when an icon of all of these things falls. Below we have three separate eulogies for Mr. Carlin from the Racket Staff. We’ll miss you, man.

There are a lot of comics out there who are known for their specialties or specific routines; George Carlin however was known for his controversial topics such as his “7 dirty words” routine. Mainly his political and dark humor, which made everyone not only scowl, but laugh their asses off.

He was a funny sonnofabitch who knew how to piss people off but tell it like it is. He saw the world and the inhabitants for what and who they really are.

George Carlin joins his friends Lenny Bruce and Richard Pryor wherever the hell they are tonight.

As a fellow comedian he was like a teacher to not only me but many others.

George will be missed by his fellow comedians and family.

You’re one funny fuck you old sonnofabitch!

For more of his history check him out on Wikipedia.com

-The Reverend Rex Worth (rev @ racketmag.com)

Surprise Surprise.

George Carlin. George Carlin was the first stand up comedian I ever heard that I believed had any sense of humor. I don’t mean that others weren’t funny, but I genuinely believe that George Carlin could take a joke, too. You can’t tell me that Jerry Seinfeld would find it as funny if you pantsed him as Ol’ George would have. As many a celebrities have found out, I do not get star struck, and I rarely care when a celebrity goes to jail, has a kid, does drugs or even dies, but when I heard today that George Carlin has died, I was immediately bummed out.

Now, along with Steve Irwin, there are just two “celebrities” that I have actually written about upon news of their passing. Just this last Friday, I was discussing America, and said that the two worst things about this country is 1) no one calls each other out on their bullshit and 2) America, as a whole, is losing it’s sense of humor. Carlin probably realized this before I was born, and if it hadn’t been for my parents allowing me to actually watch his HBO specials and playing his albums for me, I probably would have grown up as a miserable excuse for a human. Now, I am surprised that his heart gave out on him. Well, that is until I think about the amount of drugs that man’s done. But he died a legit death, and not some pussy, stupid shit death like a speed overdose. Thanks George, I hope you’re wherever you wanted to end up.

-Jonathan Yost (jonathan @ racketmag.com)

Seven Words you can never say in Heaven:

When I was young kid, I mean a young kid, I used to not be able to sleep at night. One night, I snuck into the living room, while my parents slept and turned on the television. What appeared on HBO was a George Carlin’s 1996 stand-up, “Back in Town”. A lot of the jokes I never got at the time, sure, but there was something about his stage presence that was more captivating.

You see, when we’re all younger…we all whine and complain for change. We do it now with a farcical presidential candidate. We hope we have enough money in the bank; we hope, hope, hope something changes for the better. Eventually though, it seems we all kind of just get tired of hope, or things change just enough to where once when we would have called, “bullshit” we barely even pay any mind. A lot of the time this is referred to “growing up” or “maturing”. We all seem to “grow up” and “mature” just enough where we don’t pay any mind to the younger generations complaints, yet just old enough to get offended when they say or do something the disrupts what we’ve become comfortable and numb with.

George Carlin never “matured” or “grew up”. When most of his generation settled for taking it easy, and riding out pension plans in Florida, Carlin went the route he always went: his own.

Throughout his career he was often labeled as a purveyor of filth, indecency, and a beacon for “counter-culture”. Fighting religion, the Supreme Court, and often times his own audience, these actions defined Carlin through and through, with enough integrity to never settle, to never accept the status quo, and to always say what was on his mind.

In a country that’s history is muddled with witch-hunts, and blind patriotism, one that seems reluctant to let go of the Puritanical past over days prior; George Carlin said what many were thinking, but were too timid to say. Sometimes it takes a funny man to subtlety inject the world with a serious way to perceive reality, and what happens around us. George Carlin would often refer to his purpose of life to “entertain”. But it was his context and presentation that influenced so many others, in many aspects of life.

Maybe humanity is doomed, and maybe life is worth losing after all. Maybe it’s more than that, or…it could be nothing at all. Maybe we were never meant understand why it is we are here, or what it is we’re supposed to do, period. Maybe that’s why we all feel a calling, and mistake that for destiny. Many people feel that comedians in general, are nothing more than just jokesters. I believe they’re here for the social commentary, and breaths of honesty we may never get in any other facet.

They say all the worlds a stage, and if that’s true, well…we all have a curtain call to answer at the end of the show. Whether you’re met with roses or boo’s, one thing is for certain: No one gets an encore. It matters only what you say during your time in the bright lights, and how you want to say it. You just have to say it, and you have to say it with no fear, and sometimes no regard. That’s what makes lasting impressions; that’s what shapes the world and saves lives. Carlin never had an ounce of fear in him, for better or worse. He truly was a pioneer of his craft and natural born limit-tester, and line crosser. We all lost something great, but we’re left with something greater:

1. Shit - The bird shit on the statue.
2. Piss - I have to piss like a race horse.
3. Fuck - Fuck you.
4. Cunt - She has a nasty cunt.
5. Cocksucker - Go to hell, you cocksucker.
6. Motherfucker - You are a motherfucker.
7. Tits - Hey, nice tits.

-Aaron Hale (aaron @ racketmag.com)


“It’s the quiet ones you’ve got to watch. You know that one, eh? Every time you see a story about a serial-killer on TV, what do they do? They bring on the neighbor. And the neighbor says “well, he was always very quiet”. Someone in the room says, “it’s the quiet ones you’ve got to watch”. This sounds to me like a very dangerous assumption. I’ll bet you anything that while you’re watching a quiet one, a noisy one will fucking kill you! Suppose you’re in a bar and one guy’s sitting over the side, reading a book, not bothering anybody and another guy is standing on the front with a machete, banging on the bar, screaming “I’ll kill the next motherfucker who comes in here!” Who are you going to watch? You’re goddamn right.” - George Carlin

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