Killingbird – Waste Another Yesterday

Killingbird - Waste Another Yesterday CD cover

An oldie but still a goodie, Killingbird’s Waste Another Yesterday oozes with all of the Hollywood sleaze that one would expect from a Skyla Talon project. Released in 2003 on the heels of their self-titled debut, Waste Another Yesterday takes everything up a notch but still somehow stays true to its gutter rock sound.

“Can’t Kill Me” wastes no time in going straight for the throat. It drips octane all over most of the rest of the album and calls back to the glory days of partying on the Sunset Strip. That raunch and roll mentality is smeared all over the rest of the album on tracks like “First Class Ticket” and “Dust it Off”. The other constant on the album is its party rock mentality. Tracks like “Bruise” and “Death of a Superstar” approach radio single territory and is a track that seems to be begging for a music video full of hot chicks with big hair and guys with flashy guitars and flashier cars.

The title track slows things down, but just barely – injecting a touch of heart into the album without sounding sappy or watered down. Along with tracks like the melancholy “Passing Through” and “Where in the World” and the edgier “Some Will Fade” it shows that there’s more to Killingbird than might originally meet the eye. The hidden track is worth sticking around for as well.

That’s not to say that there aren’t any throwaway tracks. “Drown” and “Sober Only Underground”, for instance, aren’t bad but don’t really distinguish themselves either – they’re throwbacks that don’t really do anything new. In the 90’s, they would have been edgy, but by the turn of the century they didn’t really offer anything that hadn’t been done to death. “Whatcha Want” falls further off the mark and plays as a tired retread.

About the best thing that can be said for Waste Another Yesterday is that it holds up well. It was certainly a lot edgier in 2003, but it’s still fun and still has enough teeth to be relevant – it’s a reminder of yesterday that certainly isn’t wasted.


Waste Another Yesterday

Rating by Larry McCloskey: 3.0 stars

Mudfoot – untitled

Grab a bottle of hand sanitizer, a towel, some bleach, a bar of soap, mouth wash, and for good measure get yourself a silver cross because today we are breaking down an album by MUDFOOT, and by the time we are done you will feel dirty.

Usually found singing for nickles around the liquor store on East 72nd and St. Clair, Mudfoot is a blues/rock band intent on drinking, smoking, and taking out the ladies…to drink and smoke. This seven song love affair with hard liquor and partying is a fun ride that takes you from the east side of Cleveland out to the mean streets of Chardon.

“Foxy Little Freak” is a smooth number perfect for a Billy Dee Williams movie from the 70’s. Think SNL’s Ladies Man meets Cleveland’s own Unified Culture. The Rapture observed on their last record that dancing has become a lost art form, but one listen to this tune and even the whitest dudes will find a little rhythm.

Though I don’t smoke myself I can’t help but wish “Smoke Every Day” was my theme song. Ultra cool, ultra catchy, and impossible to hear without getting the room to sing along. Funky guitars swerve over laid back percussion and a simple yet effective bass line. The lyrics may seem straightforward, but I think if you live in Mudfoot’s world you can understand that to live the life can be tough.

That tough life can be draining, thus Mudfoot breaks it down on “We Gonna Get Rocked”, an introspective number that philosophizes on the finer points of partying all night long, strong liquor, and the ultimate question, “Why am I here?” Laugh if you want, or pass this band off as a joke, but I dare you not to get hooked with lyrics like, “If you’re sitting all alone then you can drink with me. Just don’t bother me with your tales of misery.”

Parents, are you having trouble teaching your kids about drinking? Try track 6, “Cheap Ass Beer” before the kids at school tell your kids the wrong way to drink.

Closing out the disc is a straight blues track that is as universal to life as, say, “We Are The World”. Everyone can relate to the song’s message in one way or another. The thing that differentiates this track is the sleazy, thick, dirty, lead guitar line that leaves you searching for a bar of soap to clean off the residue. “You a cold-hearted woman, baby, and I think I’m ’bout freeze. If it wasn’t for this here whiskey I’d have your frostbites all over me”. It’s a memorable line from “Cold Hearted Woman” that welcomes all the lonely hearts and thirsty mouths to drink, slug, slam, and chug their drinks of choice.

The best part about the album? You can listen to the whole thing free at and I suggest you do ASAP.

Menomena – Mines

Menomena - Mines CD cover

A solid album that will turn on many new fans and leave other fans scratching their heads, Mines, is the latest collection of tunes from Menomena. It’s not that this album is radically different than previous offerings from the band musically, but the tone of the album is much darker and deeper.

The opening track, “Queen Black Acid”, begins slowly with a simple guitar riff and key patch building towards an “Animal Collective” type hook. Bassist/vocalist Justin Harris sings, “I made myself an open book. I made myself a sitting duck” with heavy reverb on his vocals as a guitar feeds-back.

Hand claps, piano, and a fuzzy bassline are an undertow of sound as the refrain of, “Dirty Cartoons” repeats creating a hypnotizing atmosphere.

“Tithe” is a signature song from Drummer/Vocalist Danny Siem who has loads of classic lyrics and vocal patterns on this disc. “Someone retired on a percentage of the Tithe that paved these roads. They lead to nowhere, but they’re still grid locked. Made of Solomon’s pure gold.” The song, which begins with a chorus of bells, ends mid-word/mid sentence.

Very rarely can a band sustain three vocalists sharing the spotlight, but Menomena seem to play off each others talents song to song. They create wonderful melodies, multiple vocal patterns at once, and never seem to step on each others toes.

Compared to previous albums it appears Menomena stepped up their game as far as engineering and production quality. This album however does seem to be missing some of the experimental innocence of previous Menomena discs as if they have built some guide posts to stick to this time around rather than the wide open palates fans have grown used to.

What could be the catchiest sing-along chorus of 2010, “Five Little Rooms” is one of the few songs to have saxophone featured prominently in the mix. I can’t pretend to understand what the lyrics are talking about in the song, but I can admit that every time I listen to this song I sing, “All this could be yours someday” embarrassingly loud, and I encourage you to do the same. Not that you will have a choice as, like I said, it’s as catchy a hook as you can have.

Brent Knopf who plays piano, guitar and more for Menomena shines on “Sleeping Beauty” with his effects-laden voice playing off the groove so well I almost want to raise my lighter…but since I don’t smoke and I am at home alone I will just raise this cranberry ginger ale to my lips. I would’ve preferred to hear more of Brent’s vocals on the disc, and I wonder if there is a reason he is not used as much.

The song “Taos” seems to stick out from the bunch as a loud, clunky, New York City club scene song that is a great song, but doesn’t fit the vibe of the rest of the album.

Overall, this album is full of beautiful, fun, eye-opening, creative, soul-bearing, thoughtful musical moments, and I recommend it highly. Though, as I stated earlier, go into the album with an open mind and forget everything you know about Menomena previously.


The Rotten Bastards – Year Of The Bastard

The Rotten Bastards - Year of the Bastard CD cover

Skyla Talon is back at it with his own brand of L.A.-infused gutter rock with Year of the Bastard – the debut offering from his latest project, The Rotten Bastards.

“Kill the Bastards!” is full of gritty bumping and grinding and sets the stage for the rest of the album well. Short on polish and full of balls, all without being crass, it plays well with some of the “mellower” tracks on the album. “Back to You” is similar, yet poignant – slow but still edgy, melancholy without being sappy. That same measured grit oozes out of tracks like “Away” and “Long Time Gone”, giving the album its heart and giving the listener a chance to break out their lighter for as close as the Rotten Bastard are going to get to a ballad.

“Soul Turns”, on the other hand, injects 100% octane into the mix. Other songs like “In Your Arms (I’m Dying)” and “Enemy Inside” have the same Hollywood and Vine party vibe, as does “Bombed Again” with Skyla’s signature big guitar sound and punishing jackhammer drumming. These tracks are the soundtrack of every drunken bash and brawl along the Sunset Strip and The Rotten Bastards don’t shy away from that in the least.

The sleaze rock movement may have passed but for plenty of people, it IS party rock – enough adrenalin to keep things going and enough restraint to make it a party instead of a rumble. With albums like this, it will always be the year of the bastard.


Year of the Bastard

Rating by Larry McCloskey: 4.0 stars

Phable (demo)

A Kentucky-based two piece, Phable is an American band through and through, calling to mind the likes of Live, a sound borne out in their brief two track demo.

“Musek Box” is ably produced for an indy effort and does a really good job of building from the intro into the body of the song – the track is a track one in the making for a full length. That said, the songwriting is a bit simplistic – particularly lyrically. For a band that isn’t trying to reinvent the wheel anyway, though, it works and the song plays with definite conviction. The swells throughout, as well as the carnival barker drops in the middle and the outro speak of a band that really have something they want to say and they’ll do whatever it takes to get the listener’s attention.

Even a short demo needs a ballad and that track is “Abagail”. As adrenaline-drenched as “Musek Box” is, “Abagail” is just as moody and brooding – the shift in gears is staggering and impressive for a young band with only two tracks to work with. Understated bass sets the stage and then is overwhelmed by wailing guitars and gut wrenching vocals in a song no less ambitious or convincing than the raucous “Musek Box”.

In a world full of short, self-produced demo discs, Phable stands out. You can check the band out on ReverbNation ( – you won’t be disappointed…and that’s no fable.


Phable (demo)

Rating by Larry McCloskey: 4.0 stars

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