SPOOKY PARADISE, PART 1
I'VE HAD MY head ripped off by rock & roll many times, but few have been more potent than an old film of Curtiss A, backed by an army of Minneapolis rockers, screaming his lungs out through a thunderous version of "Land of the Free" at a 1979 new wave festival at the U of M. That was only the midpoint of the career of Curtiss A, a.k.a Curt Almstead, one that's included Minnesota bands like Wire and Spooks in the '70s, three Twin/Tone solo records in the '80s, and his current tenures in The Jerks of Fate and Mr. Midnight and His Kings of Love.
In fact, the once-dubbed "Dean of Scream" recently figured he's hit his 30th anniversary as a Minnesota rock underdog, so he's hosting a retrospective bash tonight (October 30) at 7th Street Entry. Expect to hear something from every phase of Curtiss A: the obscure Kinks tune that was the first song he ever performed; several Curtiss A anthems; a McCartney tune (no Lennon songs this time); and a reggae version of '79's "I Don't Wanna Be President" (with nasty new lyrics for this election year). Need more? The opening band is The Hypstrz, the '70s stompers who go back just as far as Almstead.
At 45, Almstead likes to portray himself as an acerbic old-timer, but he's actually enjoying a mid-life peak playing retro rock, classic pop, and New Orleans-to-Chicago soul with his new projects. He's also trying to score a record deal for Mr. Midnight's Spooky Paradise album without selling out, and after fighting off depression, he's taken his first job in years, as a "jerk of all trades" at Knut-Koupee music store.
"I spent several years on social security because I saw UFOs and it bothered me," says Almstead, referring to a lyrical theme of his. "But now UFOs permeate our society so much that it doesn't really bother me anymore. I don't care what they are, if they're from outer space or the government or the middle of the earth or from Hitler or from hell, or wherever. They're here, and who cares. Earth is the only place that rocks--there's a quote for ya." (Simon Peter Groebner)
Curtiss A's 30th Anniversary in Show Business is tonight at 8 p.m. at 7th Street Entry, 701 First Ave. N., Mpls.;. 38-8388.
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IT MAY SEEM to some that Billy Bragg and Robyn Hitchcock--share a bill this Friday at First Avenue--are an unlikely pair. But these English singer/songwriter pals have both been embracing '60s music culture since before it became acceptably retro, and are both wrestling--adroitly--with the challenge of aging in pop's youth ghetto. Bragg's William Bloke ends a lengthy hiatus during which the political activist was retrenching--building a family, raising a kid, and producing a U.K. radio series on world history and its many mis-tellings (hello MPR?). William Bloke has taken some critical hits, but I hear a brave and lyrical record that typically treats self-examination and social diagnosis with equal rigor. So while "Upfield" may not be quite as compelling a political rave-up as "Sexuality," "Brickbat"--a tale of an aging radical turning his attention to domestic matters--is as heartrending a ballad as the man has written since "Levi Stubbs' Tears."
Having once again ditched his band the Egyptians, Robyn Hitchcock has just released his best record in a decade, Moss Elixir. There's also the new Greatest Hits, which juices a set of hits from his spotty A&M years with some rarities (including his ethereal take on Roxy Music's "More Than This" and a sparklingly goofy acoustic "Eight Miles High"); and an upcoming concert film by Jonathan Demme (which the director has understandably described as "Stop Making Sense meets Swimming To Cambodia"). At his last show here, his bushy hair shot through with grey, Hitchcock came on like the wise, eccentric, garden-tending British folkie you always suspected him to be. Expect a collaboration or two, and a welcome antidote to election week--as Hitchcock observes on "The Devil's Radio": "The flowers of intolerance and hatred are blooming kind of early this year/Someone's been watering them." Opener TBA.( $12/$15 at the door. 6 p.m. First Avenue, 701 First Ave. N., Mpls.; 338-8388.)
Speaking of politically engaged musicians, the men of Inti Illimani are approaching their 30th year as a group. Long beloved by Twin Cities audiences, these hard-touring veterans of the nueva canción movement spent 15 of those years as political exiles from their native Chile during Pinochet's bloody reign. They return to town Monday with songs from the lush new Arriesgaré la Piel (I Will Risk My Skin) (Xenophile), which finds them again exploring eclectic instrumentation in a chamber-music setting--including acoustic guitars, hammer dulcimer, piccolo, clarinet, and a dizzying array of percussion. They also, per usual, explore themes of love alongside those of political struggle; expect to have both your heart and conscience moved Monday night. ($15/$20. 7:30 p.m. Guthrie Theater, 725 Vineland Pl., Mpls.; 377-2224.)
"How could one ever think anything's permanent?" begins Arise Therefore (Drag City), the latest installment in Will Oldham's ongoing Palace project (Palace Brothers, Palace Music, etc., etc.). Indeed, with a K-Mart drum machine clicking out funereal rhythms beneath the singer's wildly quavering backwoods psychodramas, it represents yet another shift in the man's already-shifty approach, and may be his most affecting set yet. The current Palace tour--which comes to town this Sunday night at 7th Street Entry with Lincoln, Nebraska's impressive Lullaby For the Working Class--promises something else again: no drums or drum machines at all, just Oldham, crony Colin Gagon on organ, and Eleventh Dream Day's Rick Rizzo on soaring second guitar (who, by the way, has a new Eleventh Dream Day record slated for an early '97 release--an alternately spacey and gritty affair with contributions from fellow Chicagoans John McIntyre and Doug McCombs of Tortoise).
Meanwhile, fans of post-Leonard Cohen outfits like Tindersticks and The Harvest Ministers are likely to fall hard for Lullaby for the Working Class, who conjure sumptuous high drama from familiar middle-to-low life. Vocalist Ted Stevens may be the group's heart, but multi-instrumentalist Mike Mogis is its soul, decorating the group's poignant melodies with banjo and mandolin and making a convincing argument for the glockenspiel as a overlooked pop instrument. Their Blanket Warm (Bar/None) is one of the year's more unclassifiable pop sleepers. Darling plays the middle set Sunday. ($6. 9 p.m. 7th Street Entry, 701 First Ave. N., Mpls.; 338-8388.)
Finally, you have more than one chance to catch an impromptu set by impressive singer/songwriter rookie Leah Andreone this week. She'll play a gig Friday at 4:30 p.m. at the Loring Bar, 162 Harmon Pl., Mpls., and two on Saturday--at
12:30 p.m. and 10 p.m.--at the Purple Onion in Dinkytown, 326 14th Ave. S.E. All shows are free, so tip your servers, please. (Will Hermes)
SPOOKY PARADISE, PART 2
TRICK OR TREATING usually gets done early, leaving plenty of time for a pretty good menu of Halloween music gigs. And we're not talking about Hootie and the Blowfish at the Target Center, though that may be some folks' idea of terror. For starters, the Front celebrates one night early on October 30, with a special edition of Freeloaded with Fresh Squeez and Bonus Juice. What that means is nearly 20 costumed guitarists, horn players, rhythmists, rhymers, and DJs will trade off and improvise--something that goes down every Wednesday at The Front, but this one should be the grandpappy of 'em all. ($2, free with costume. 9 p.m. 15 N.E. Fourth St., Mpls.; call 378-5115.)
On All Souls' Eve itself, dare to witness Impaler at 7th Street Entry. You may remember this schlocky, gory metal band from their '80s album produced by Bob Mould. This year they've made new waves with Undead Things, whose cover art has upset a few local retailers. It's just a photo of a big dead guy with a pagan symbol carved deeply into his torso--what's the big deal? If anybody needs to roam the earth on this night, it's these ghouls. The unstoppable, offensive Quincy Punx also play, as do Gash and Hall'N Ass. ($5. 8 p.m.; call 338-8388).
You can't go wrong with Detroit's furiously frightening theatrics at the 400 Bar (400 Cedar Ave. Mpls.;call 332-2903for more info). They've moved from Wednesday to Thursday for this week only; MMF opens at 9:30 p.m... Saucer, Deformo, and "spooky friends" will take over the Turf Club; listen for the Saucer lyric, "Just because you're a ghost, doesn't mean you have to haunt me." ($2, free with costume. 10 p.m. 1601 University Ave., St. Paul; 647-0486)... Finally, Cindy Lawson brings her band Whoops Kitty to the Bryant-Lake Bowl, with a new self-titled CD in tow (call 825-8949). (Groebner)
LOCAL ROCK'S SEASON of Change has carried on into the fall, punctuated this month by the sudden breakup of Guzzard. The trio--brothers Tom and Pete Beeman and David Paul--agreed last week to bow out of the rising financial pressures of touring the underground. Since the ultratight, political-yet-moody band first broke out in '92, Guzzard has been a slap in the face to both commercial punk and the convoluted art-core scene. They appeared on CP's cover in January '93, topped our annual New Music Poll later that year, and have since made three popular albums for Amphetamine Reptile, inspiring a legion of young fans and imitators. The split comes on the heels of the release of their brooding masterwork, the alienation index survey. A farewell show is not planned.
"I'm pretty devastated--I really believed this was their best record in every regard," said AmRep promoter Pat Dwyer over the phone last week. "They were finally crawling out of the punk rock pigeonhole that they never really fit into anyway." Hats off to AmRep for nurturing Guzzard in the first place--five years and three albums, after all, is more than most bands can achieve. And we trust the Beeman boys and D.P., individually, won't be strangers. You can only quell a righteous noise for so long. (Groebner)
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