DJ Tom Hanks, Camerin Kelly and Trademark present a night of psychedelic rock at Footsies.
After the unprecedented success of “Metal Mondays,” ultra dive bar Footsies is now the home of, “Poundtown,” the only night in the City of Angels built upon the great legacy of 60s and 70s prog rock, krautrock, early electro-ambient, psych, fusion, and other forms of superior riffage.
If names like Le Orme, Dr. Z, Balletto di Bronzo, UK, Yes, Deerhunter, The Black Pine, Slowdive et al mean anything to you, you already know about this because you are one of as many six freaks in Los Angeles who cares. If not, you should come either way. Even if you like the Rapture and Kanye, you’ll appreciate this welcome break from the status quo.
As always, thank you for paying attention.
Sometimes late in the night I transform into a super geek like a gremlin eating after midnight. There is a great wealth of information available for the first time, and this treasure is that of hidden bands, lost from the needy fingers of our current times. It’s very rare to actually mathematically stumble across anything worth while, because most worthwhile things a person like me has already sought out. I’m a nerd for this shit. I know more about Italian Prog than anyone I’ve ever met, and yes I am proud. No disrespect to the English, but besides Yes and King Crimson, Italy was going off really fucking hard. (I’ll get around to more Italian music soon)
Late in the night I find these albums as I was mentioning, and most of them are pretty crappy. There is the occasional good hook, or dirty production that really catches you for a moment before you realize that it’s just rehashed junk for only the truest geek to enjoy. I don’t sit around and reference musicians who are now working as janitors often, or maybe I do. I hope this man ROGER RODIER isn’t a janitor, he’s a custodian of spirit. Incredibly haunting and gifted as if touched by the dark hand of god, “you my son are a messenger and no more”.
I scanned over a hundred reviews of rare vinyl and finally I magically came across this photo. There is something wrong in this album cover. Don’t you agree?
I was intrigued only to find out that this Canadian Psyche Folk Musician completely disappeared off the face of the planet after this album was released. I love these kind of musicians. It gives one the feeling of finding a lost civilization. A forgotten powerful artist is no less or more important than the Pyramids of Egypt.
The review said this. “often compared to the work of Nick Drake,” it was purportedly a “dense and mysterious French-Canadian folk-psych suite” released via Columbia in 1972 and relegated to cult status. He also supposedly said he “doesn’t give a hoot if anyone buys his album. Well it’s here and I have it and I am offering it to you. I don’t even know what to tell you. It’s really amazing. Especially “Am I supposed to Let it by Again” the Bonus Tracks at the end. This album might trip you out at first. This guy sounds like an insane hippie who probably, who had a nuclear meltdown after album was annihilated by critics for missing the mark by 5 years. It’s music only psychos make, I know this for we hold the same torch. Amazing album. Roger I hope you are alive somewhere and tripping the fuck out on something beautiful like a flower or a cloud, but I really doubt it. You look straight strung out on either Heroine or Speed on the album cover. I mean how else could someone really devote themselves to this music. Maybe you will understand what I am saying. Let me know.
Download the album here: Roger Rodier . Upon Velveatur
I got this album the other day and I haven’t stopped listening to it. Dr. Z is completely unknown to me, never heard an utterance of their name, which is really hard to believe considering my mind is blown away harder than Alan Watts on DMT. It’s like a super prog metal version of Jethro Tull. I have to say it’s one of the best albums I have ever heard. Dark, heavy, insanity. Link is below.
http://chrisgoesrocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/drz-three-parts-to-my-soul-uk.html
