Showing posts with label dimples. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dimples. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Dimples on Holy Smoke Recordings


I don't know how I ended up with this latest from Dimples on Holy Smoke Recordings except that I remember writing about their previous single from Mexican Summer not that long ago...a rather ridiculous post attempting to combine another artist who went by the name "Dimples" back in the '80s, who my friend Travis brought to my attention many years ago. These guys aren't related at all, but I think a lot of those early impressions of that Mexican summer release sound like this new Dimples hasn't missed a beat, they're still after this tough, slicker than garage goofball sound, that's taking itself pretty seriously in a great way.

"Boundless Love" has this chorus guitar effect that strums in like "Jumping someone else's train", I hear it every time, but instead of Sean Penn...I mean Robert Smith you get this tough guy singing about the road...he never wanted to be put in this position, mayor of the night. Beggars are asking kings questions...how can they get away with this? it's like Ween in it's crazy sincerity, throwing themselves right on the rock genre. Into the vortex of motorcycles and machine guns. It's really freaking catchy and maybe it's the exact right set of lyrics that just had to go with this rough and tumble riff. It writes itself when you come up with this biker garage jam. It's not parody, just digesting all these rock tropes coming up with riding on the back of his superbike. I can see this sort of related to The Johnny Ill band or The Zoltars... the almost deadpan style, with a wink. Throw in some emotional synth and a soaring phasery solo for good measure. Explore this almost stereotype idea of a 'boundless love' like some Bryan Adams sentiment and play it for all it's worth. Beating the dead horse like the wild west days. That reminds me, is this a drum machine? It's so mechanical, those snare hits are machine gunned in there...like their turning this into almost a Dirty Beaches, Mattress or Suicide kind of vibe...a mutated future, with a hologram tough guy.
B-Side "Halogen Credenzas (live)" is a real slow jam with big room drum hits bouncing all over the hollow space. This is a great sound for his baritone toughness and their mellow side of slow tremolo and really seducing with these vocals. It blows up for a second and then quietly works a saxaphone in? There's hi-hat splashes, a jazzy undertone alongside the subtle horn section. Great capture of every string all the way to rock the hell out of this last chorus, blasting that title lyric. It's epic and maybe getting further into Ween territory for me, without the changing genres, just adopting this persona from another decade and really inhabiting it...a single song turning apocolyptic and abstract. A massively long track that got all the ultra quiet moodyness of this one and the crisp blown out live energy of a real performance? At this point who knows with this guy, he's keeping me guessing...like this sweet video, which totally changed the song for me, I don't think I realized the absurd comedy here until now. I'm half questioning if this is even the actual band here in the video? That would take this to another level.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Dimples on Mexican Summer

I remember my friend Travis buying an album from Dimples at the salvation army, based mostly on the sleeve, which was a suave African American gentleman in a yellow suit with dimples... and someone was pointing at them. It was the most ridiculous thing we'd ever seen. Was it a concept album? A kids record? You can't possibly take this guy seriously. I don't think I ever listened to it, but you had to buy it. 10 years later Richard 'Dimples' Fields is back! On Mexican Summer!

Dimples latest incarnation is a huge departure from early Dimples R&B, this sounds like a terrible LSD freakout in the desert, '60s...like Wounded Lion fronted by a drunk Jim Belushi, (is there any other kind?) or Make Up's Ian Svenonius. This guy has some god dam personality, the vocals are such a fantastic mess, it's one thing to have a psyche-influenced jam rock sound, but he would sound great over anything. He can pull of this laid back, almost lounge Motorhead sound...I just want to hear more. It's bluesy, even Silver Jews, full of messed up soul. They're taking the falling apart so seriously.
The lyrics are out of control...he's got to be the complete package to pull off this narrative on 'Professional Violence'...there's saxophones, kazoo's...it's classic sleaze rock. I'm so impressed they didn't add any effects on the vocals, but they know they don't need a god dam thing.

Then they went as far as to take back the Dimples name for christ sake...this makes perfect sense. They'll make you a believer.

Dimples presents a marrow-deep comprehension of rock’s most striking moves, strips them of their parts and leaves them up on blocks, as a warning. “I Can Feel You” chugs and chings through a nervy, slicked-down run through West Coast punk delinquency; “Heaven Blotted Regions” throws out the band and leaves Parme alone with a guitar and a drum machine, ripping out the sort of sleazy, Leisure Suit Larry-esque, yet highly personal ballad that sticks to the wall with effortless attitude. Two great goddamn songs.

From Mexican Summer....are they psychic?