Magicistragic mix for May

Sometimes life grows hectic and puttering around on the internet loses its luster for a bit. This is one of those times. I fully expect to find more time to aimlessly ramble about albums in the near future. In the meantime, here is another mix that captures the vibe of my evening. On an unrelated note, this humble blog is slowly approaching its fifth anniversary this summer. Would anyone out there like to design a graphic to commemorate our humble beginnings when the day finally rears its meager head? If not, I guess I’ll just create a portrait of a bawling wizard myself.

Steely Dan-Babylon Sisters


Tortoise-Magnet Pulls Through

Pere Ubu-Non Alignment Pact

Tamaryn-The Waves

The Clean-Getting Older

Glenn Jones-Across the Tappan Zee

Jimi Tenor and Kabukabu-Africa Kingdom


Marcos Valle-Ele E Ela

Bob Seger-Evil Edna

Django Django-Hail Bop

Lilacs and Champagne-Sour/Sweet

His Majesty’s Coachmen-I Don’t Want to See You

Thee In-Set-They Say

Damien Jurado-Birdcage

Girls Names-Drawing Lines

The Chills-After They Told Me She Was Gone

Gene Clark-Jimmy Christ

Thee Oh Sees-Putrifiers II

Television Personalities-Anxiety Block

Captain Beefheart-Twist Ah Luck

Bob Seger-Mongrel

October 18, 2008

Bob Seger

Mongrel (Capitol 1970)

Before the flood of testosterone and confidence gave way to a mere trickle from his mangina, Bob Seger was one of the biggest badasses to ever be associated with rock and roll. Just listen to “Heavy Music” or “Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Man” and you are left dumbfounded that this man later wrote “Night Moves” and “Against the Wind.” He was so cocksure and in control of a raucous band able to combine 60s soul, frat rock and gratuitous riffery that wouldn’t sound out of place on a southern rock album. This music was so male and funky that it seemed as if he would fuck or fight you in an instant.

1970’s Mongrel was his first album with a new version of the Bob Seger System band and the change in direction is apparent. Gone is the funk and an almost metallic boogie rock takes it rightful place. I love the Bob Seger System, but Mongrel snarls in a wholly different manner. I always find it hard to believe he is from the North instead of the South since some of this sounds like a southern-fried Springsteen by way of Wilson Pickett. Mongrel is a fitting title since it has digested soul, rock and blues and spit it out with a snarl usually lacking in all three genres. It is such a tight, vicious album that makes you wish there were more Seger albums in this vein. This is the last time you’ll see this Bob Seger in such consistent form. After Mongrel, this erupting phallus quickly shrunk and Seger became Buffalo Bill and performed the lamb dance.