Showing posts with label Supersuckers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Supersuckers. Show all posts

Sunday, June 09, 2013

Rock, country, rock

Last time I saw the Supersuckers (in April 2006, for those of you who don't feel like checking out the archives), frontman Eddie Spaghetti was on something of a country kick. In fact, the opening act was him on acoustic, doing some Johnny Cash and Kris Kristofferson numbers. There was some country flavour on display Saturday night as well for the folks who weren't either still at Westfest or off to see The Frostbacks at Cafe DeKcuf.

It wasn't coming from In Heat, though, who opened things off with some raging two-guitar rock'n'roll.

In Heat at Ritual
In Heat at Ritual, June 8, 2013

Heated action!

In Heat at Ritual
In Heat at Ritual, June 8, 2013

No, the lady responsible for that (and ripping on Steve Earle lookalikes) was Lydia Loveless, whose sophomore solo LP Indestructible Machine keeps the country tradition of songs about sex and drugs alive and well. Here she is with husband Ben, who certainly gets down on the standup bass.

Lydia Loveless at Ritual
Lydia Loveless at Ritual, June 8, 2013

The Supersuckers' Marty Chandler joined them for the set. "Now we sound like a real band!" said Loveless.

Lydia Loveless at Ritual
Lydia Loveless at Ritual, June 8, 2013

Then it was The Supersuckers turn. These guys have been rocking out for more than two decades, and they just rolled right through an hour-long set, complete with rock god posing at the end of every song.

Supersuckers at Ritual
The Supersuckers at Ritual, June 8, 2013

Eddie sings!

Supersuckers at Ritual
The Supersuckers at Ritual, June 8, 2013

The Supersuckers and Loveless play Montreal tonight.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Drink and complain

Come with me children, to a dark and benighted time - an era before you could easily buy CDs by Scandinavian KISS fans ... a time when grunge had cast an occasionally good but frequently horrid pall across the land ... a time when, to paraphrase The Supersuckers' song, rock'n'roll records weren't selling that year. This was around 1992, and apart from The Didjits - whose Rick Sims actually ended up in the Suckers for a spell - there just wasn't a lot of hard rock outside the bland mainstream. Of course, I speak as someone just dipping his toes in music at the time ... a more knowledgeable past self would have mentioned UIC and others. But for a lot of people, The Supersuckers were a cool anomaly (and not just on the Sub Pop label, which was the band's home at the time) and 1992's The Smoke of Hell was a rare rock blast. It was actually one of the first CDs I bought (before then, I spent my money on cassettes and vinyl).
Times have changed. You have your Hellacopters and Turbonegro, your Mutts and Living Things, your Michelle Gunn Elephant and Asteroid B-512, not to mention such world class native exponents of rock power as Le Nombre and The Chickens.
The Supersuckers are hardened veterans now - they formed in 1988 - and their core of Eddie Spaghetti, Ron Heathman and Dan Bolton have stayed put. Damn, was that a longwinded way of saying they put on a great show but I've turned into a jaded SOB? On to the pictures!

As is their wont, The Supersuckers kicked things off with a few country numbers. Cocaine Blues was first out of the gate "You don't need many reasons to play a song by this man these days" observed Spaghetti. I also recognized The Best of All Possible Worlds by Kris Kristofferson.



Ron joined in on guitar.



And here's a similar pic, with added shutter speed silliness.



Here's one of Dan "Thunder" Bolton that worked out real nice.



The Suckers seem to go through a fair number of drummers ... last I heard they were working with Eric Akre, so I guess this is him.



Ron was all far away, so I broke out the telephoto for a closeup.



Eddie on bass.





Rock action!





The devil's horns at a Supersuckers show? What kind of crazy world is this!



These pictures could have turned out better, but as you might have guessed, a crowd of hopped up Supersuckers fans is not the best place to take photos, and Zaphod's was pretty full. They asked for some transport help at the show - their van broke down - so I hope they made it to Montreal.

Suck, fuck and crunch

I don't normally make a habit of seeing two shows on the same night (ah, who am I kidding, I would if I could ...) but since The Supersuckers were playing right next door to the release party for The Fucking Machines and Muffler Crunch, I made an exception to the rule which I don't actually abide by anyway.

Here's Eddie Spaghetti of The Supersuckers during the first, country-style portion of the band's set.



When eleven rolled around I split for next door, after a short wait the Fucking Machines took the stage - here's Scott Terry and Joey Vienneau.



Then it was Muffler Crunch's turn - ultrafuzzy, minimalist stoner blues with a powerhouse vocalist in Angie the Barbarian.



You'll have to check in later the band's destructo finale. Now I have to give my neck a rest after lugging my camera around for six hours.