This album is so good, it’s difficult to imagine ever wanting to listen to a band with less than 23 members ever again. The Wildhearts mainman embraces the sprawling octopus sounds of The Polyphonic Spree. Click here to read Ginger’s previous columns.
Ginger’s Secret History Of Rock’N'Roll
The Wildhearts mainman celebrates a quarter-century of Classic Rock columns. For those of you who enjoy a healthy side-order of light to your mixed platter of shade, Concrete Blonde’s self-titled 1986 album could well be the Holy Grail you’ve always suspected your record collection is missing. Click here for Ginger’s previous columns.
Let this be warning enough to the casual listener that this is not music for the faint-hearted or melody loving. This one nasty, noisy little sucker that demands certain tastes be present for maximum effect. This is Big Black… Click here for previous columns from The Wildhearts’ mainman.
Grandaddy have a sound so unique, so otherworldly, so fascinating, that to describe it in mere words would be like attempting to describe the effect of chocolate using hand signals. Check out Ginger’s past Secret History Of Rock’n’Roll entries. GRANDADDY Just Like The Fambly Cat 2006 – V2 Of the many traditional reasons for bands splitting up – musical differences (read: cocaine-based ego problems), drainage of inspiration (read: too much…