And the Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings TV appearances continue to pile up with a Fallon spot closely following behind one on Colbert. Plus, I seen the new CD, I Learned the Hard Way in every Starbucks I visit. Cultural omnipresence. Next stop the Nordstrom Rack, which has started selling CDs for some odd reason when almost everyone else has stopped.
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Yes, Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings are ubiquitous on TV chat shows these days and in the concert halls of the US as well. It sure as hell beats yet another Justin Bieber appearance though, doesn’t it? It’s great to see fine musicians like this get the attention they richly deserve. They guys are workin’ it and good for them. It takes this sort of relentless marketing to get heard these days and playing TV dates beats sitting around all day Twittering to get folks to pay attention to you.
OK, so we’re not exactly in love with Courtney Love’s new opus. Is “opus” perhaps even too grand a word for music than can occasionally resemble a trainwreck? “Skinny Little Bitch” is gritty, messy, scuzz rock and also Nobody’s Daughter‘s first single. Hole played the tune on Letterman last night. The lyrics aren’t likely to generate any Mensa invitations anytime soon.
Iron Man 2 doesn’t come out until May 7, but Tony Stark’s alter ego is already showing up in some unexpected places. Some aspiring animator has developed a dead on 3D model of Iron Man, and he’s putting him to good use by injecting some testosterone into more femme-friendly fare. Check out Iron Man (along with his friends, AC/DC) making cameos in Bridgette Jones Diary, Dirty Dancing, and Titanic. The only thing I don’t get is why he didn’t use his missiles in the Bridgette Jones scene. I mean, Rene Zellwegger was right there.
OK, you already know how much we love Gogol Bordello from Steve Leftridge’s review earlier today. Last night, Eugene Hütz and gang played the Jimmy Fallon show with yet another high-energy (are they ever not this way?) version of “Pala Tute”.
Leftridge described the band better than I’ve ever read: “It’s an eclectic, high-voltage ensemble, but it’s impossible to take your eyes off Ukrainian-born Hütz, the wild, shirtless, mustachioed ball of sweaty charisma who arrived in the US in 1991. Hütz’s strangled voice spits out garbled English as he prowls the stage, assaults his acoustic guitar, leans menacingly over the audience, spins in circles on one foot, and bangs on fire buckets. Violinist Ryabtzev is the Kenickie to Hütz’s Danny Zuko. He’s an elegant mover, all silver beard and jaunty beret and tasteful footwear, and his streaking violin runs provide the rocket fuel in these songs’ arrangements. Fiddler on the Roof? With this band’s mind-bending spectacle, it’s more like Fiddler on the Acid. Indeed, a GB show is part concert, part manic cabaret—a wild blend of Les Miserables, Bad Brains, Stomp!, and the craziest Russian wedding ever.”
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