Squarpusher. Band. You got that? Let me repeat: Squarepusher. Band.

When I first heard Squarepusher, it was 1997.  I was driving alone on the BQE, having just extracted myself from an unfortunate romantic entanglement.  Or perhaps I was dumped.  Either way, after just a short time on the road, it was beginning to dawn on me that not continuing this particular relationship might actually improve my life.  A lot.  That ended up being true, of course, but at that moment I wasn’t entirely sure.  To sooth myself, I scanned the New York radio dial, hoping to hear something wonderful and crazy.  I did.

By the time the aptly named “Male Pill 13” had run through its 8:38, I knew my life was not going to be the same.  I squinted my ears, so as not to miss the name of the artists.  I may have even had to wait through another song or two.  And I had nothing to write with and about 2 hours of driving left.  But when I finally did find out who was responsible for that amazing, shocking sound, I didn’t forget: The Squarepushers.

Well, it’s easy to see why the DJ made that mistake.  It sounds like a band, sort of,… well, a band with a coked-up, six-armed tasmanian devil on drums.  Of course, I went on to learn who Tom Jenkinson was and the rest is history.  I’ve even been lucky enough to see him do his magic act in person a couple times.

But now, there is a band.

Shobaleader One members:
Squarepusher: Bass/vocals
Strobe Nazard: Keyboards
Sten t’Mech: Guitar
Arg Nution: Guitar
Company Laser: Drums

And on October 19, we will be listening to that band.  I urge you to click below for a sample because it is wholly out of hand.

Squarepusher presents Shobaleader One – Megazine (taken from d’Demonstrator) from Warp Records on Vimeo.

Read more of the story here.

Did Portnoy just pull a Morse on Rosh Hashana?

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Mike Portnoy yesterday announced that he is leaving Dream Theater, the band he founded a quarter of a century ago. Dream Theater not only created a prodigious recorded legacy, but also brought Progressive Rock to a new level of respectability. Literally hundreds of bands from every corner of the globe owe their sound and their success to Dream Theater. The trail blazed by Portnoy and his exceptionally talented bandmates camouflaged the Prog by wrapping it in the attitude and aggression of Heavy Metal. With such heavy riffs and forceful vocals, the masses were perfectly willing to accept odd time signatures and extended compositions that required Roman numerals to mark the divisions.

And while each member of the band is truly a virtuoso (particularly Jordan Rudess on keys and John Petrucci on guitar), it was Portnoy’s drumming that brought the band’s success to another level. At the live show, audience members are treated to a drum kit the size of a school bus. But Portnoy does not stop with the standard double bass attack. He has a unique ability to bring the mathematical perfection of artists like Bill Bruford and Neil Peart to the visceral thunder of John Bonham and Keith Moon. As anyone who has seen him play can attest, the combination is nothing short of explosive.

Another of Portnoy’s influences is Phil Collins. Portnoy may not pursue the latter’s taste for soft rock and adult contemporary song-stylings, but in the 80’s there was no harder working man in music. While fronting Genesis to the height of their popularity, Collins also stormed the top of the charts with his solo career, played on and produced countless albums, and even toured with other artists as a sideman. All at the same time.

Over the past ten years, since Dream Theater has really established its foothold as a successful and self-sustaining musical enterprise, Portnoy has matched (and perhaps surpassed) Collins’ amazing run thirty years ago. Lately, this has culminated in a collaboration with Avenged Sevenfold which included recording a record and touring in support. Before that, Portnoy reunited with the pure progressive super group Transatlantic, to both record an album and do a tour. He has played on several albums by fellow Transatlantic artist Neal Morse. He has fronted instrumental projects and recorded instructional videos. He has probably recorded as much or more in his extracurricular activities as he has with Dream Theater.

Neal Morse is an extraordinarily gifted songwriter, singer and keyboard player. He founded a band with his brother called Spock’s Beard, which released its first album in 1995. Spock’s Beard was, and continues to be, a truly progressive Rock band. There was no mistaking this outfit with Genesis of the 70’s or Marillion of the 80’s. This may have been the same art form, but it had truly progressed. And one of the Beard’s contributions to that ongoing progression was a more aggressive guitar sound, almost veering into the realm of metal at times. Spock’s Beard worked hard, recording and touring without mercy. The result was a legion of fans and enough commercial success for the gig to be self-sustaining.

Morse is seven years older than Portnoy but the two have become great friends and natural musical collaborators. They share an ESP that elevates the music they make together. In 2002, Morse shocked the prog world by not just leaving Spock’s Beard but asserting that his relationship with the Lord and Jesus Christ was the reason. While this has made many a prog fan uncomfortable, Portnoy rushed to the defense of his friend and the two created and extraordinary work of music simply called “?” in 2005. There are a slew of guests, including the venerable Steve Hackett, but at the record’s heart and soul is the beautiful communication shared by these gifted artists.

And now Portnoy has left his band, on the eve of Rosh Hashana, no less. Is there a religious awakening coming down the pike for Portnoy? Will we next see him sporting payis and teffilin? I don’t think so. It is more likely that this is similar to Peter Gabriel’s departure from Genesis in 1975, when he stated he was searching for the unexpected. Portnoy is ready to get off the merry-go-round that Dream Theater has become. It seems a shame, because he, unlike Gabriel in Genesis, has always had so much leeway to do independent projects, but it is clear that is now not enough.

I don’t like Spock’s Beard as much now, even though they’ve done an amazing job of staying together, maximizing their output and staying relevant. I hope Dream Theater can follow suit. But just as Neal Morse’s solo output since his departure represents the best music he has ever created, so I hope that, whatever comes next for Portnoy will eclipse all of his past achievements.

New David Gilmour! Repeat: New David Gilmour!

Via Synthtopia, the new David Gilmour/The Orb collaboration will be out in about a month and it looks like a delicious electronica-prog soufflé.  And where are they recording, anyway?  I want to go there.  Also, extra credit for the white kitty at 2:08.

Release date is October 5.

Prepping for tomorrow’s colonoscopy

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Expect use of the word ‘fuck’. A lot.

It’s true what they say – the prep is worse than the test. I know because I’ve had several of these adorable little violations in the past. Tomorrow will be a piece of cake. Today – no court and stay close to the bathroom. And no food till tomorrow afternoon when we’re all done. Maybe I should schedule the next one of these to coincide with Yom Kippur.

Creature Double Feature

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I’m really getting my money out of Netflix streaming service. Over the weekend, in honor of my old favorite “Creature Double Feature” which aired on Channel 48 WKBS in the 70’s, I checkout out a couple ridiculous horror movies and loved every minute of it.

The first of these is the horrendous Dracula A.D. 1972. In swinging London, kids seeking a thrill beyond the ordinary party crashing and fashionable chemical stimulus turn to the dark arts to bring back poor old Christopher Lee as the Prince of Darkness himself. It would have been nice for Lee to get a little more screen time in the title roles, but the hot pants were easy on the eyes, so I’m not complaining too much. Of course, the best part is Peter Cushing as Van Helsing. Even in this schlock, there is never a time when Cushing is not perfectly smooth, in control, debonair and stunning to look at. We’re talking serious man-crush here. His wardrobe was impeccable and he smokes with such precision, it was hard for me to remember how the old Grand Moff himself could have been so cool without his Silk Cuts.

After the buffoonery of Lee and Cushing cashing in, all I wanted was to see their glory days in the late fifties. The Horror of Dracula is available for streaming, but I decided to stay in the 70’s for another, more psychotic selection.

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The second part of my double feature was Phantasm. This mind-bender from 1979 is proof that a movie with no coherent plot can still be a drop-dead classic. Much of the credit must go to the film’s extraordinary visual presentation. The set at the funeral home, especially the white marble mausoleum is particularly striking. The film does not shy away from showing extreme gore (it is tame by today’s standards, but it originally got an X rating) in well-lit conditions. That’s a nice touch. Angus Scrimm as the tall man is all gravitas and evil presence. He is often shot in slow motion, with his hair bobbing in the breeze and he makes his relentless approach. It is a chilling effect. And of course, there is the silver ball, which is a stroke of genius as a prop and has now become an institution unto itself. Extra credit for the triple black 1971 Plymouth HemiCuda 340, which is almost as bad ass as Scrimm’s “the Tall Man”.

@emopause and @TheLucyDog took my mop to New Hampshire for a long weekend

This is the first batch of pictures from our extended weekend in New Hampshire.  Em’s sister and husband have a beautiful place there where we could party with her folks and where I could spend my much-deserved down-time getting pummeled by a blond six-year-old.  So relaxing!  At least @TheLucyDog got to take full advantage of the downtime.

After Oscar (said blond tornado) went to bed, we could be embarrassed at Scrabble by sister Sarah who got the homonym bonus by nailing “sighs” and “size” in the same devastating move FOR THE WIN!