We've written about AIDS Wolf before. They're noisy and messy and dissonant and aggressive. They have a new record out on Skin Graft, March to the Sea. I'd hesitate to call "Teaching to Suffer" the lead single, in that it's two and a half minutes of the sonic equivalent of a cock fight, but it is awesome for it's energy and raw chutzpah. I've argued before that AIDS Wolf works like deep trance music, to a degree, lulling the listener into a realization of patterns and concordance that aren't immediately apparent (maybe lulling is the wrong verb, but you get the gist). AIDS Wolf is a three piece now and I think there's a certain economy to the new stuff, a slightly sleeker assault, if you will. In any event, AIDS Wolf is the kind of band that warrants support. They're cutting records and not giving a shit about your opinions of them (I think). Skin Graft is advertising a US tour starting in September, but I can't find any dates yet. If they come to Cleveland, I will get very excited. This has to be amazing live.
Eternal Summers is completely different from AIDS Wolf (it's a highly disparate Lazy Saturday). Jaunty, slightly dirty, hooky, catchy pop rock. It's like Lush crossed with Crocodiles minus one quarter of the distortion. Good luck getting this one out of your head. "Pogo" comes from the duo's debut, Silver, which you can grab in mid September. If the rest of the record is as infectious as this quick hitter of bleached bliss, we're in for a treat.
I'm posting two Furthur tracks today for four reasons:
1.) "Seven Hills of Gold" and "Muli Guli" feature lyrics from Robert Hunter. It's been a while since Lesh and Weir smashed their jams to Hunter's words, so it's noteworthy.
2.) These songs are good. If you didn't already know better, you'd think that they were recently uncovered late 70s gems, not new material.
3.) This is the only time in the history of the universe that AIDS Wolf and Furthur will share webspace. That kind of synergy is exciting.
4.) It always pisses of Diamond Jim when I post stuff related to the Dead. I like poking him.
We leave for Chicago on Monday. The Cubs, the Chicago Vegetarian Diner, and (most critically) My Morning Jacket. Let's get real for a minute: I just want to hear "Run Thru" live again. They could play this 15 times in a row and I'd leave happy. Full report on the show next weekend. Enjoy.