As I decided what podcast to share with y’all today, I’m surrounded by glorious canines. Not wolves, mind you. But one of the coolest things about working at the Alibi is the dog-friendly office. That’s how I ended up selecting my Walking the Wolf mix for today’s blog. It’s an exciting story, I know. But I promise the podcast itself is far more thrilling than my description of the selection process. Stream the mix—featuring tracks by The Kill Spectors, Tenderizor, Venus Bogardus, The Grave of Nobody’s Darling, Great White Buffalo, Sabertooth Cavity, Bigawatt and The Kleptones—below or visit the original blog post for the full track list.
the kill spectors
Happy Anniversary, Low Spirits
Bob Log III is a Tucson, Ariz.-based singer, drummer and player of dirty, Delta blues-imbued slide guitar. As a one-man band, he dresses in glittering human cannonball costumes and sings about titillating topics like, erm, tits. On Friday he'll be making sure that Low Spirits' two year anniversary party is lively and adequately raunchy. Also at the show is Austin, Texas / Nambe, N.M. psych punk duo The Kill Spectors, Albuquerque rock and roll trio Sin Serenade, and Brooklyn blues/experimental lap slide guitarist Joe Novelli. Fun is inevitable.
The Kill Spectors
Referencing the innovative producer-turned-puffy-wigged-murderer, The Kill Spectors are a psych-punk duo split between Austin and Northern New Mexico. The geographic conundrum has made for a slow-paced start. Few have heard, much less witnessed, the band’s '60s girl group and early punk-inspired rocking. But while the story of The Kill Spectors begins at the end of 2009, the bigger story starts years ago.
Dirt City Archives
Well Worth Talking About
“ ... the exciting sounds of ... The Drags”
I still remember how I fucked up the hearing in my right ear: crushed by the crowd and pressed up against the P.A. at the Dingo Bar for the cacophonous trash ’n’ roll of The Drags.
Quintron, Miss Pussycat and a Tire Shop Named St. Claude
Scene 1 of Tennessee Williams’ magnum opus A Streetcar Named Desire opens with an introduction to the New Orleans neighborhood where the play unfolds. Williams lovingly illuminates the city's beautiful decay, omnipresent river and music around every corner. “The section is poor," he writes, "but, unlike corresponding sections in other American cities, it has a raffish charm. The houses are mostly white frame, weathered grey, with rickety outside stairs and galleries and quaintly ornamented gables."