Good morning world. As regular flipsters know all too well, our articles tend to focus on more obscure music from garage bands of the 60s. But as Summer sets in and bands tour relentlessly all across the globe, we thought we'd look at a few modern bands we dig. One can't just sit in their music library and spin dusty grooves by themselves. One needs to get the heck outside and see some live music. Plus we think it's a good transition from our previous post where we gave some space to California musician Jeff Stovall to help him record his solo album (check that out if you can).
Today we feature the ubiquitous dynamic duo of a band from Akron, Ohio, The Black Keys. I've had the very nice pleasure to see them twice. Once, so early on in their career that their set was only about an hour long, included tepid Beatles covers and they commanded an audience of 60 people, at best. Then again, I saw them right after they started to break. They played a much larger venue, had three albums under their belt and played a solid set of originals and a few tasty R.L. Burnside numbers. The band has changed sound on every album (after their initial two releases on the tiny Fat Possum Records). But the common theme on the timeline with the band is great quality work. Great songwriting, great production, great performance.
The band is so universally solid from album to album and song to song that it was hard to choose exactly which song to pluck from the rest. Today we feature a song from their latest album on Nonesuch Records, the damn near flawless, El Camino. The song is Gold On The Ceiling and we hope you enjoy it. It has a nice little T-Rex arrangement which we dig. Go buy the album, go see the band. If you want. Not trying to bully you or anything.
Until next time, we'll see you On The Flip-Side.