The Unclaimed - Run From Home
The Unclaimed - Things In The Past
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The Reverend continues: “… (Ganz) has no reason to believe in a return of garage beat, because he has never looked beyond the records of the Standells and the Count Five. For him, there are no other possible musics. The Unclaimed… always in the right place but at the wrong time. Always late or ahead of the curve. When, after the EP three years later, their first self-financed album is released under a phantom label Hysteria in honor of the obscure Hysterics and solely owned by Ganz, the group has already disbanded and reformed with a completely new lineup… except for Ganz”… and this is another story equally out of focus and disjointed, savansadir. The Unclaimed = 1EP + 1LP / 4+6= 10 recorded tracks…
 
My Friend Goo

Sonic Youth
 
 
The Unclaimed★Ugh

The Unclaimed - No Apology

In a remarkable period of “welcome back, wankers” – I admit I wasn’t feeling it anymore – I listened to and (re)discovered garage bands full of soul and blood, pulling from a wide range of influences from beat to punk, from psychedelia to R&B – from power pop to folk, from rockabilly to mod, even soul and hard rock. In short, the essence of rock and roll from true beasts to the wild scream of “screw your virtuosic and super-fast bullshit scales and your four-octave vocal range of crap.” Since 1990 onward, with a few returns of old relics, savansadir.

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Dave Gibson wants them for his label Moxie Records, founded in honor of his dog and the obscure beat-punk bands from the sixties of which he was a fierce collector. Shelley Ganz is MUCH WORSE. A Buddhist monk who locks himself in his house to watch old films and listen to old records, with his collection of vintage Vox amps, writing letters dated 1966. Ganz is not one to play with the sixties. Ganz lives inside his own time machine, his cage… continues…
 
 
Why Does The Rain
The Loft - Lonely Street
The Loft - Like
another band that has filled my downtime
 
#laughinginstead_of_crying

Chico Buarque - A Banda (Chico Buarque, Vol. 1) [Áudio Oficial]

My people who suffer let go of the pain to watch the band pass by.
The sad girl, all silent, smiled, the sad rose that was closed, opened up...
But, to my disappointment, what was sweet came to an end.
Everything returned to its place
After the band had passed
And each in their own corner
And everywhere pain...

After the passing of the band
To the sound of love songs.
 
Frank Sinatra - Gangsta's Paradise

Here you immediately think of Aliosha who shouts "time doesn't stop: de fiucciaaaa!"
 
It's Happening (Restored Pilot) featuring The Unclaimed

In a remarkable period of "welcome back, duds" - I admit I wasn't feeling it anymore - I listened to, and (re)discovered, garage bands with soul and blood, influenced by a wide range from beat to punk, from psychedelia to R&B - from power pop to folk, from rockabilly to mod, even soul and even hard rock. In short, the essence of rock 'n' roll from true beasts to the wild scream of "screw your virtuosic and super-fast scales and your fucking four-octave vocal range." Since 1990, with a few resurgences of old relics, savansadir.

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There are thousands of crazy, reckless, absurd, and incredible stories in garage rock, but the one about "Unclaimed" is truly dark and delirious at the same time. "California, 1980: a seven-inch credited to a new band from Los Angeles officially marks the birth of the '80s neo-garage (...) They roam the city's venues with a beautiful selection of surf and garage covers that many begin to envy)...
 
#laughingnotcrying
Johnny Cash - A Boy Named Sue (The Best Of The Johnny Cash TV Show)
"... I called him dad, he called me son, and I left with a different perspective. I think of him from time to time, every time I try to do something and every time I succeed. And if I ever have a son, I think I’ll name him Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!"
 
Black Lips "Cold Hands"

TV Live: Black Lips - "O Katrina!" (Conan 2007)

In a remarkable period of “welcome back, wankers” - I admit it wasn't doing anything for me anymore - I listened to (re)discovered garage bands of soul and blood with, as per usual, the most diverse influences ranging from beat to punk, from psychedelia to R&B - from power pop to folk, from rockabilly to mod, even soul and even hard rock. In short, the essence of rock’n’roll from true beasts to the wild scream of “screw your virtuosic and speed-demon scales and your four octaves of vocal range bullshit.” Since 1990 onward, with some relaunch of old relics, savansadir.

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Bands of the new millennium, very interesting that I didn't know. The reverend recommends an album, which I'll post later, but I also went to grab their debut (I have a soft spot for debuts, you know). Their sound actually evolves over time while remaining within the genre. The debut is a stunning, out-of-tune, sick blues-garage-punk-lofi, while this one is great garage-power pop.