
Doing the Distance is full of surprises, especially for listeners who approach it without preconceived notions. After a brief, brass-centric intro (“Theme Music,”) the group shifts into what initially sounds like a kind of Wilco-influenced country rock. But those horns pop back into the mix, alerting the listener that perhaps Snowglobe has a wider musical vision. And then when those keening cellos break through, you begin to suspect that things are gonna get weird.
But wait: a few seconds more, and the song settles into its groove, a tuneful pop/rock/alt-country mix. Okay, so that’s what this album is about, with a nice if conventional lead guitar break? Nope! That second tune, “Loaded Gun” runs just over two and a half minutes, and slides smoothly into the brief “Comforted,” which has more in common with Magical Mystery Tour crossed with some Olivia Tremor Control.
You get the idea, I hope. Doing the Distance isn’t a collection of songs as much as it is a fully-formed cohesive work. The songs don’t tumble into one another; there’s careful planning at work here. The tunes hang together, each one logically following the next. “Ms. June” is astounding, a folky pop tune that may well conjure thoughts of Preservation-era Kinks: a strong melody, an acoustic-and-brass core, and yet it rocks. Its stinging lead guitar work is from the Neil Young and Crazy Horse school, yet it’s so brief that it avoids self-indulgence.
Sure, it’s idiosyncratic. Unless you’re somehow well-acquainted with the individual songs on Doing the Distance, you won’t know when one tune ends and the next begins; you’ll gain a sense after a song is underway. And that’s fine: this album – made in 2005 – is very much of the “listen to it all the way through” school, which makes its new availability on vinyl especially welcome.
The hazy, laid-back vocal work may not be to every listener’s taste. But it’s worth noting that the guys in Snowglobe are better singers than, say, Wayne Coyne. And he’s done just fine. So even if the singing on Doing the Distance doesn’t initially grab you, you’d be well advised to give the record time to win you over.
This is one intimate record. The production values are top-notch, but there’s something about the way it was recorded that gives it a you-are-there feel, that the drawing-room piano is mere feet away from you. And highlights abound: “Master of Forgotten Works” is such a gem, with a delightfully cluttered arrangement in which brass and twiddly-knob synths engage in crosstalk while the core guitar/bass/drums parts move a catchy, infectious melody forward. Think of it a sort of cousin to OTC’s “Jumping Fences” in that its irresistible melody is over far too soon. The good news is that there are even more wonders to behold, so let the record keep spinning.
The songs and arrangements are nicely varied, but there’s a unity of purpose that serves as a sonic glue, holding the thing together and making the whole greater than the sum of the (already impressive) individual pieces. The impressionistic, atmospheric linking tracks have their charms, but it’s the song-y tunes like “Changes” – a tune that answers the question, “What would Flaming Lips sound like if they leaned slightly in a country direction?” – in which Snowglobe truly excels.
Plenty of those Elephant 6 bands – and their like-minded fellow travelers – have attempted to make a Pet Sounds Redux or a Son of Sgt. Pepper with varying degrees of success. Doing the Distance may not quite scale those heights in the ears of today’s listener, but if you dig those and you have a mind that’s open to indie rethinks of those grand designs, this is an album you need to hear. And hear more than once.
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The list of bands Jack Oblivian (Memphis, Tennessee) has played in or fronted is too long to name. Best known are probably: Oblivians, Compulsive Gamblers, and Tennessee Tearjerkers. But he was also active with Rhythm & Blues veteran André Williams (RIP 2019). With his music, Jack paved the path to success for bands like The White Stripes, The Black Keys or The Black Lips. However, he himself always remained an underdog, either known as a cult figure of genre-bending garage rock, or simply unknown.
Jack Oblivian is a legend of Memphis garage rock and hometown label Black & Wyatt is giving us an early Christmas present with the vinyl re-release of the 2016 Jack Oblivian and the Sheiks album ‘Lone Ranger of Love‘.
Like the bands he names, Keith's music is raw and rocking. It takes a certain touch to authentically pull that off, but with his ear for perfectly dialed-in guitar tones, stomping beats, and melodies that soar over slashing chords, Keith clearly gets it.
Another two-piece here but this is not Captain and Tenille (or Seals & Crofts)…now, these two gents, Seth Moody (guitar/vocals) and Graham Winchester (drums/vocals) go low, real low and by low I mean they recorded on a 1986 Tascam 488 8-track reel-to-reel in a basement (“on a school night”…ha ha ha).
On his 13th album, after a decade-plus of excellent but often underappreciated self-released efforts, Tyler Keith once again finds himself with a new release on a record label.
Seth Moody (guitar) and Graham Winchester (drums) both play in other incarnations, including Jack Oblivian and the Sheiks, so they know a thing or two about a good arrangement.
Over the last decade, with rock-n-roll in a seemingly hospice-like condition for those who even dare to care, Mississippi’s Tyler Keith has put out some of the fieriest music of his life through his work with the Apostles, Teardrop City, and solo. And that’s saying something, considering Keith’s resume in the previous 20 years with the mighty Preacher’s Kids and, perhaps most famously, the Neckbones, who released two celebrated albums for Fat Possum in the late 1990s as the bad ass garage punk band amongst the label’s bad ass bluesmen, which included R.L. Burnside and Junior Kimbrough.
Jack Oblivian & the Dream Killers — Lost Weekend (Black & Wyatt)
Guitar tones somewhere between molten lead and liquid gold, with echoes of classic rock, soul, rock ballads, and, yes, punk. Jack Oblivian's pithy, tightly woven lyrics never fail to connect, yielding sharp observations at every turn. There is an acute sense of loss to these tunes.
Toy Trucks — Rockets Bells and Poetry (Black & Wyatt)
Combining a chugging rock energy with a healthy dose of concise '60s pop songwriting, Jeremy Scott and company channel a balance of pop wistfulness and pounding rock delinquency. An unflinching chord-savvy craftsmanship informs compositions brought to life in lively, garage-y ways.
Although both Black and Wyatt had slowly ingrained themselves into the local music scene, the idea of opening their own record label was more of a happy accident than a thoroughly mulled-over plan. In fact, the idea began with local filmmaker and musician Mike McCarthy, who Wyatt had come to know through their work with the coalition to save the Mid-South Coliseum. “Mike had this record in the can—the Fingers Like Saturn record—which I guess was from about ten years ago. So he came to me and said ‘Robert, you ought to start a record label.’ I knew Dennis might be interested, so I told Mike that if we were to do it, I didn’t want to do just one record. I also told him that he should do it with us and be the label’s art director. That part appealed to him,” Wyatt says with a laugh.
This one came out a few months but but I got my copy recently so I wanted to scribble about it. Jack Oblivian (Yarber) seems like he’s always doing something (kinda like his compadre Greg Cartwright meanwhile Eric Oblivian has a record store to run.…someone has to sell these things).
Memphis legend Jack Oblivian (Oblivians, Compulsive Gamblers, Tennessee Tearjerkers) released a limited tape a few years ago on his own label "Mony Records", which included mostly outtakes and demos, almost always self-directed in the ever-receptive Music room of his apartment were taken.
Bandleader, songwriter Jeremy Scott (ex Reigning Sound) managed to write and gather enough songs for their one-of-a-kind full-length album with the telling title ' Rockets, Bells and Poetry '. He does this with-so he says himself-a "anything but worthless love song"-ethos, which he developed during the multi-year existence of the band and which resulted in the 11 songs on their first LP.
The album kicks off on the harder side of that equation, with Scott's full-throated scream announcing, “I ain't no rag!!” From there, we detour into the widescreen rock stomp of “Blood In the Sand,” and on into the album's stylistic potpourri, all held together by Scott's voice, which can both carry his rich melodies or group harmonies, and explode into urgent growls and yelps when needed.
MIKE: Bowie did Diamond Dogs here; James Brown played 14 times.
JESSE: We’re going to be the first band to play here when it opens back up.
PATRICK: We can play right here on the front steps
Most of the tunes sound as if they were recorded on a cassette deck using a tape Oblivian found in a dusty corner, taping over the little square holes so he could reuse it. And that fits the production style and musical approach of these songs perfectly.
Heathens – “Steady Girl”
The people involved in bringing this archival gem to light are calling it “the first garage rock record ever made.” Cut in 1956 at Sun Studio, this tune was written and recorded by five Memphis teenagers.
In our recent tribute to Memphis songwriters, Greg Cartwright singled out one local bard who single-handedly inspired him to a higher level of songwriting: Jack Oblivian. And that nod to his writing is borne out not only by his contributions to the Compulsive Gamblers and the Oblivians, but in his solo work. His streak of great songs continues unabated with this year's spring release, Lost Weekend (Black & Wyatt), credited to Jack Oblivian & the Dream Killers.
Opossums' self-titled debut is being released by Black and Wyatt Records on glorious vinyl (and digital streaming and download), with a release show at B-Side on Friday, July 26th. Dennis Black and Robert Wyatt, pediatricians who met at Le Bonheur Children's Hospital and bonded over a mutual love of music, head the label, which specializes in plumbing the depths of the Memphis underground scene.
With foreigners and asylum-seekers now becoming the objects of some folks' daily two-minute hate, it's worth noting the value of immigrants in the Memphis music scene. Guitarist Mario Monterosso has been in Memphis more than two years, but he's not the first Italian to seek a fortune in the Bluff City.
Jack Oblivian has a new record out called “Lost Weekend”. Everyone’s been pretty excited about the Oblivians playing out lately, and this album just adds to the excitement. As far back as 2009/10, he had been thinking about taking all these home recordings he had been doing and putting together a cassette-only “mixtape” sort of thing.
Lost Weekend, the new LP from Memphis garage-punk legend Jack Oblivian is the focus of our show today.
“THE TAPE’S ALWAYS ROLLING….”
(The Jack Oblivian Interview by Mike McCarthy, March 2019)
JACK TALKS ABOUT HIS NEW LP “LOST WEEKEND”.
MEMPHIS, Tenn. (localmemphis.com) - Around three years ago, Frank Bruno, a collector of rare Memphis records, purchased a Memphis Recording Services acetate record online. An acetate is basically the mold or first sample copy of record that is made before it is pressed and prepared for retail.
Printed on the acetate was the band name, Heathens, the song title, Steady Girl, and the date, Dec. 8, 1956.
Bruno says luckily someone that owned the record prior to his purchase had typed out all of the band members names. It wasn't much to go on but Bruno being the rare Memphis record collector that he is wanted to figure out who these people were. READ MORE
On Dec. 4, 1956, Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins and Johnny Cash convened at Sun Studio for a more or less impromptu jam session and intermittent epistemological debate that came to be regarded as a milestone moment in popular music lore. Four days later, five teenagers from East High School entered the same space at 706 Union Ave., gathered around a single microphone and recorded two takes of an original song, “Steady Girl.” Their effort never was released and immediately was forgotten.
Black is a pediatric gastroenterologist, and Wyatt is a pediatric nephrologist. They met through their work at Le Bonheur Children's Hospital and bonded over their love of music, particularly Memphis rock-and-roll.
Robert Jethro Wyatt and Mike O'Connor introduce Jack O & the Tennessee Tearjerkers, Sept 2012.
The Sheiks have their own tale to tell, one full of debauchery, home-studio genius, and enough trips to the Tip Top liquor store to make Harry Dean Stanton blush. But that's another story for a different time.
Good things come to those who wait, or so the saying goes. In the case of local roots-garage rocker Jack "Oblivian" Yarber, the wait for his seventh solo album, "The Lone Ranger of Love," was a lot longer than expected.