Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Shadcore
Oh My Shad!
Self-released, 2015

Originally published at Suburban Apologist 

“What is a rapper without no beef?” -- Shadcore, ‘What!?!’

Rashad Harrell AKA Shadcore seems to have more interest in seafood than in beef.  ‘What!?!,’ the track the above lyric is taken from, finalises it's pure fun colours by heading into a bizarre passage about fish grease in the third act.  It’s enough sealife love to make Mr Scruff politely clap or give Leftfield a natural follow-up club banger to ‘Little Fish’.

Regardless, I have to disagree with the artist here.  Shadcore -- born and bred in St. Pete -- is very much a real rapper, but who could possibly have beef with him?  His warmth and friendliness is undeniable, from his stint as the bubble-bath romance master at Myra Radio (“this is Russel Stover, your late night chauffeur”), to his refusal to use profanity in his music and just generally have a positive outlook on life.  As one fraction of The Real Clash Harrell has fought for unarguably noble causes ranging from typhoon victims long since forgotten in the public eye, to speaking out against domestic violence.

On Oh My Shad! Shadcore takes the diversity of musical influences that we’ve heard from TRC in the last four years and crystalises them.  Beginning with 14 tracks, they were refined into 10 and split into pretty rigid categories. There are three slow songs, three that are mid-tempo and three scorchers (plus an instrumental ‘Segue’).  Shad delves into hip hop soul, hard rock and Fleshtone house without ever sounding like parody or lazy experimentation.  I would have liked hearing more (even the intermission could have been expanded), but there’s no denying the care that’s gone into making this a quality, tight release.

Despite this mixture of styles the album has a great flow to it that compliments the man's smooth delivery.  One binding element is an emphasis on original beats and collaboration (largely with fellow veterans of the MIRA program at SPC).  Beautifully sung choruses hover over firmly planted guitars, drums, keyboards and saxophones. The power-of-music themed ‘One Song’ has a fantastic guest verse from TRC co-conspirator Jay Acolyte.  Shadcore knows he can get your attention right back whenever necessary, so he’s not afraid to let the album breathe. On the specifically breathy and New Amerykah Part Two style ‘Magnets’ (with Cynthia Sao), it’s three minutes before he even makes his entrance.

If this all showcases his love for musical family, his commitment to immediate blood is shown in the lyrics and artwork.  It’s clear that Shadcore is comfortable in the role of a hip hop family-man. Compassion and hope for the next generation is everywhere from the subtle and understanding uplift of ‘PSTA to Escalades,’ to praise for Christina Aguilera’s ‘Beautiful’.  The cover image of Shad as a kid and the opening track ‘Peggy Sue’ both communicate a modesty and rare honesty about the archetypal braggadocio rapper who was once a child himself. At the same time, Rashad’s late dad, who took the cover photo, is dedicated on the label and featured in the family tree collage on the back.  Life has challenges at any age. “Everything comes full circle,” as our protagonist says.

Don’t let any of this fool you into thinking this is a purely mild listening experience though.  While Harrell is shown as a child on the cover he also happens to be holding a toy uzi in New York, à la By All Means Necessary.  His delivery speed and tone fall somewhere between Charlie 2na (fish?) and Killer Mike (a comparison courtesy of Mr. Chuck D).  The trio of apocalypse-sized huge hitters, made up of the title track, ‘Shadzilla’ and ‘What!?!’ will shake you out of any slumber.  Shadcore keeps it on the local street corner with references to the Skyway bridge and the embattled bus system (PSTA), and as I’ve said before, I just love bus references.  And there’s little nods to Dr. Dre, Cypress Hill, A Tribe Called Quest, and uh, George Michael.

I haven’t heard a lot of Shadcore’s older material, but purely going by gut Oh My Shad! has the feel of a magnum opus.  The effort and time that went into it is evident, the scope large, and it’s much preferable to the kind of over bloated rap LP that goes on for way too long.  It’s one of those albums where a different track grabs your attention on each listen, until you get the picture: this is really good. Oh My Shad! won’t make you think of Shadcore as a deity -- but he would probably laugh the idea off if you suggested that it did. 

You can purchase Oh My Shad! here.  Shadcore’s band The Real Clash released their debut album Clash Wednesdays in January.

2018 note: the new album Aux Tales was released in April 2018. Review coming soon!

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Upcoming: Johnny Mile and the Kilometers/Selectric with Natural Child/Faux Ferocious
The Local 662, St. Petersburg, FL
Wednesday, January 27th 2016

Nashville bands Natural Child and Faux Ferocious will be slamming into St. Pete this Wednesday courtesy of Don’t Stop and Blind Not Deaf.  The prolific local label with a penchant for bats has picked out two well-suited supports from its own roster for what is sure to be a night of smouldering igneous rock depravity.

You’ll get Johnny Mile and the Kilometers for 75¢, and every band that comes subsequently. Yes -- previously listed at $12, it’s now only 3!  How much is that in metric? Their name might be lengthy in any system of measurements, but the songs are so short and rocking you’ll want to feed their killer meter!  Listen to ‘Rock and Roll is Dead’ and try to decide if it’s more Johnny Thunders and the Heartbreakers, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, or Super Furry Animals circa ‘Do or Die.’  Not Deaf? You’re not yet.

Then also with a member nicked from Sonic Graffiti will be Selectric.  You could put all the people on this label in a bag, shake it viciously, pick 3 out and they’d already have an EP in the mix.  Selectric are not Scalextric but they will give you a psychedelic blues electrification. Their song ‘727272727272727’ solidifies them as the most local and keepin-it-real band in the area.  They can be seen practicing at 2am in the picture below because they are that dedicated to blowing your mind. Don’t Stop? Don’t miss it!

 
Photo by Danton Ruegger


Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Snacking/CHEW/SAHE/Poultry
Tuesday, November 17th 2015
The Venture Compound, St. Petersburg FL 

Originally published at Suburban Apologist 

“I like food, food tastes good!” - Descendents, ‘I Like Food’ (1981) 

Poultry, added to the bill last minute, are playing in a lesser used and small corner of the venue.  Without even enough room to turn around, spread their wings or see sunlight at any point during their set, it shouldn’t be surprising that new director Emmy Lou is trying to get the place rebranded The Vegetarian Compound.  These seem to be paltry problems for Poultry however, with a floating post-rock co-op (or coop) of soft guitar and dominating drums, that are relaxing despite their volume.  It seems only right to mention that the chickens of the sea, the other fake meat, the fish, make an appearance on singer Sam Wolter’s shirt.

The lone non-culinary act tonight are SAHE (sage, maybe?)  Now that Eagles of Death Metal are likely to leave a bad taste for a while, you’ll need to get your hard rock, punk ‘n’ roll blues fix elsewhere, and SAHE are ready to step in.  Vocalist and guitarist Nick Ehas not only steps but dances, struts and bounds around the floor space, no doubt making any hens in the audience envious.  The band fill silence as effectively as he fills the space, providing a non-stop melody of entertainment.  At one point when there threatens to be a moment of calm Nick emphatically implores his brother Pat on the bass to get into the next song “Faster faster faster!”  Often a good approach in music, normally bad in eating. 

CHEW from Atlanta are visiting St. Pete for the first time.  Their name might imply some sort of necessary effort on the consumer's part, and that’s arguably fair; the genre-buffet that is served up here simmers a lot of different ingredients.  The result thankfully is filling, with no particular elements drowning out the rest and impressive nuanced technique.  Brett Reagan utilises synths effectively without just throwing them over the top of the conventional rock band tools.  Bassist Brandon Pittman’s dancing adds something in the often-stiff world of instrumental performance.  The only voice outlet is an awkwardly angled mic for drummer Snare-uh Wilson, but there’s tempo changes and other interesting stuff going on, a pleasant soundscape against the Venture murals.  CHEW’s last song is a snaky little groove à la Stereolab, a comparison made not just because of the spoken French sample. Bon appétit.

The fourth round of any eating adventure should give pause for thought.  Maybe your other courses weren’t satisfying enough, or you’re being coaxed by some crappy taco franchise against your better judgement.  None of that is the case here though, with St. Pete emo darlings Snacking rounding out the meal like an after-dinner mint.  Danny Piechocki is the sandwich bread for the night (he’s the drummer in Poultry).  I’m just formulating the thought that Snacking are in the Texas Is The Reason echelon of emo quality, when they announce they’re playing a song “about a house in Texas” (‘It’s a Spring Thing’).  If you value good music and viable food supplies, say Snacking not fracking in 2016.

You should support The Venture Compound art space going into the new year also!  Attend the events, and consider a membership.  The new Venture TV can give you some compelling reasons why.  Feed them funds, and they will feed your soul.  I am now going to make a pizza.