The Gun Club: Miami (1982)

Punk Blues from former Blondie fan-club president Jeffrey Lee Pierce's and his band. The Gun Club is one of those forgotten post-punk bands that shoulda/coulda been huge. Their second album, Miami, was produced by Blondie's Chris Stein and features back-up vocals from Debbie Harry herself (credited as DH Lawrence Jr). It doesn't seem like genres like punk and blues would go together, but the sounds merge so well on this album that I often forget to notice.
Why?: Alopecia (2008)

A winning example of how hip hop can be incorporated into folk, pop and rock. When Why? released his (their?) third album last year, I listened to it, admired some of its lyrics and pop song craft, but couldn't get into it. I'm not really sure I'd call it a grower because the album is so immediate. The lyrics overwhelm you with their sheer density right off the bat. And yet, as time went on I found that I kept coming back to it. Yoni Wolf's nasally delivery may turn some people on, but there's a lot to love her, and the one thing the rush of referential lyrics might force you to forget is the beauty of the music, especially on songs like Fatalist Palmistry. The more you listen, the more you discover.

Punk Blues from former Blondie fan-club president Jeffrey Lee Pierce's and his band. The Gun Club is one of those forgotten post-punk bands that shoulda/coulda been huge. Their second album, Miami, was produced by Blondie's Chris Stein and features back-up vocals from Debbie Harry herself (credited as DH Lawrence Jr). It doesn't seem like genres like punk and blues would go together, but the sounds merge so well on this album that I often forget to notice.
Why?: Alopecia (2008)

A winning example of how hip hop can be incorporated into folk, pop and rock. When Why? released his (their?) third album last year, I listened to it, admired some of its lyrics and pop song craft, but couldn't get into it. I'm not really sure I'd call it a grower because the album is so immediate. The lyrics overwhelm you with their sheer density right off the bat. And yet, as time went on I found that I kept coming back to it. Yoni Wolf's nasally delivery may turn some people on, but there's a lot to love her, and the one thing the rush of referential lyrics might force you to forget is the beauty of the music, especially on songs like Fatalist Palmistry. The more you listen, the more you discover.





