Oct 23

Editor’s Message

by Edward, Filed under: News
editors-message

Greetings and Salutations!

2014 marks ELEVEN YEARS OF MIDNIGHT CALLING EZINE!

I took a hiatus for a while, but we’re up and running again.   My apologies to the bands and readers.   Everything was put on hold after the sudden death of my sweet, beloved cat Yorick.  Plus a few other  situations that required an uncommon level of attention. 

Check out the new reviews of  Strand of Oaks, Ira Wolf,  Brahma Bull, and The Exploding Boy.  More reviews are in the works.  and with more in the works.  Next up will  be Sweet Soubrette, Jonathan Parker’s fine “Long Gone” and a few more.

And don’t forget the usual inflammatory article, coming soon, so don’t forget the blood pressure medicine!


 



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It’s all about the music! Screw the ‘scene’. 


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Mar 6

Red Sun Revival – Embers

by Edward, Filed under: Reviews

Red Sun Revival was formed in London in 2011, and consists of vocalist/guitarist Rob Leydon, guitarist Matt Helm, bassist Panos Theodoropoulos, and violinist Christina Emery.   “Embers” is an outstanding follow up to “Running from the Dawn“.   “Embers” superbly complements their earlier work, and confidently drives forward.   On Embers you will find  many of the hallmarks of “Running….“, but even more refined and solid, if that is possible.

Mistakes” begins with a  slightly ethereal tone with a bit of edgy violin that quickly launches into an awesome, full sonic epic.  Rob’s deep, forceful vocals are backed by great orchestral arrangements, energetic rock guitar (vaguely reminiscent of Pink Floyd), and strident percussion.   The song evokes  a spellbinding sense of longing and regret.  I particularly love the guitar juxtaposed  with the orchestral effects  at about three and half minutes, and the way the song fades away eerily in the last half minute or so.

Broken“  starts with a full-bodies sense of sheer power that is almost tribal.  This is able balanced with guitar with a sharp, fine tone that brings ’80′s post punk to mind.  Percussion is inexorable and strong.  The bass is just magnificent, in many ways driving  the song.   Deep choral backing and dark atmospherics combine to buttress Rob’s strong, yet edgy vocals.

The opening keyboards on “Surrender” are poignant and moving.  The bass emerges early in the song, but expertly gives rein to very Gothic atmospherics that swell forth and resonate grandly with militaristic percussion and full-bodied backing accompaniments.  Violin is expertly understated, and rises along with the vocals.  Vocals are low and rough, bringing Fields of the Nephilim to mind.  Jangly guitar gives a post-punk vibe, as the bass hovers underneath, nearly, but not quite imperceptible as in a dream   Layered vocals lend an unearthly air, followed by a short piano interlude.  The song ends with  a wonderful orchestral flourish

Embers“  is slower and more dramatic, with excellent Cure-esque guitar and languid vocals that remind me a bit of  early Ikon.  Bass is prominent and staccato, but not overpowering.  Synth adds a nice forlorn touch, heightened by poignant violin as the vocals turn regretful and pensive.  The music rises to a gripping crescendo, then lingers languidly and melodically, sounding  introspective  and stoic.    The music draws to a close, leaving a reflective sense that lingers long after the last note has faded.  This is the perfect song to end a great EP.

The “Embers“  EP has the same outstanding production values as “Running...” with  an amazing fullness of sound that engulfs the listener without sounding pretentious or overblown.  All the elements of the music are superbly constructed and mesh together well.     Both music and lyrics are complex and utterly compelling.    As my other reviews indicate, I am stickler for lyrics. I consider them to be just as crucial as the music, and Red Sun Revival delivers  some truly fine lyrical content.  But more important than even the technical excellence, “Embers” is a marvelously  captivating work that is vibrant and evocative.  I love the way that the brash rock guitar balances the dark vocals and atmospherics,  admirably avoiding the monotonous  layers of fuzzy-doomyness that seem to characterize so many Gothic related bands.

Red Sun Revival  skirts the tricky musical precipices with ease,  close enough to send echoes of traditional Gothic  resounding back across the  void to the listener,  but  navigating the terrain with great dexterity while incorporating a wide range of influences.   Once again, Red Sun Revival  charts  a course that is quite refreshing and relevant. “Embers“  will not only appeal to fans of Gothic music,  but to anyone who enjoys satisfying music with an  edge.  Red Sun Revival is truly a band for  the 21st century.  I greatly look forward to Red Sun Revival’s full length album coming out later this year!


http://redsunrevival.com/

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Dec 2

The Exploding Boy – Four

by Edward, Filed under: Reviews

The Exploding Boy from Sweden is one of my favorite bands of the millennium.  Their  album “Four”, released last year is, obviously, their fourth release,  a fine follow up to “The Black Album” from 2011. Heavily influenced by Post-punk, Goth, and Punk, The Exploding Boy’s “Four” has music  that is fully contemporary and accessible with Pop sensibilities, yet still fully within the edgy tradition of ’80s underground.

“Cracked- Reasons” has some great post-punk guitar and rhythmic percussion.  The song thunders along with a freight train, while  the vocals are typical Exploding Boy: direct and forceful.  Clearly guitar driven, there is a fine layer of synth that adds depth.   The cadence reminds me a but of The Cure, with a catchy chorus.  At about 2:27 is my favorite part of the song:  riveting guitars and compelling vocals.

“Street Cliche” starts out with a very synth ’80s feel ala Deprech Mode, but then the guitars explode with a roar.   Percussion is hard and driving, while the vocals have a slightly distant feel that is juxtaposed with insistent layering.

“Going to Hell” is smoother and more synth driven, with a base line that expertly hovers just beneath the percussion and vocals.  The guitar is crisp and adds a sense of lucidity, to the brooding synth.  Lyrics are somber and vehement       “You look at me and you are lying/it’s so obvious to see..anyone can tell/you’re going to hell.”

“Dark City, Pt II” is hard-driving and dynamic.  This is a great song for the dancefloor. I am reminded a bit of the Sisters of Mercy.  “I’ve been alone far too long/lie down next to me…” The chord changes are somehow particularly gripping, and the chorus is riveting. The rapid guitar at about 4:00 is masterful.

“Runaways” is brilliant, just brilliant, with shades of The Church. Synth is sweeping and gives a monumental foundation to the dramatic, visceral vocals.  “It’s all right here in the moment….”.     From the turbulent guitars and dirge-like percussion to the “western” flourishes of synth,  “Runaways”  rises and falls like a grand musical  epic.

“Awful”  changes the pace a bit, with a New Wave feel. Staccato percussion and ponderous, yet forceful  bass  lead the way.    Some of the  flourishes remind me of harpsichord.  “I don’t know what you want/do you want to kill me?”   Layers of sound in the background fill the spaces admirably, then saw-edged guitar ups the ante.  A discordant chorus ends the song on a nice jangly note.

“Shadows” has Punk overtones that lie beneath a momentary darkwave facade.  Blistering  rock guitar  blows the covers right  off the speakers, as  percussion runs riot alongside fervent vocals.  “Leave me alone the damage is done/ just begun.” The song lowers with sparse keyboard before ramping up again and careening to a fuzz laden close.

“Always”  features excellent fast-paced postpunk guitar and driven by inexorable percussion.  Vocals are fast and incisive, buttressed by hairpin  synth that is as sharp as Joe Jackson’s shoes. There is a some searing  deathrock-ish guitar  about halfway through that propels this great  song to a finish.

“Get it Out” is slow and hypnotic with an opening reminiscent of Siousxie.  Excellent basslines roam beneath catchy synth, while  the vocals and   tight percussion  are  somewhat reminiscent of Lush.

“Scared to Death” reminds me of Echo and the Bunnymen meets Catherine Wheel.  Very evocative in the tradition of ’80s postpunk, there is also a sense of power as in the best of ’90s Indie. Orchestral synth accentuates powerhouse guitar and layered vocals that have a hint of echo.  There is a strident, shouted “harmony” beneath the chorus.   “Take a breath, hold on tight/there’s no need to be scared tonight” The song ends with the eerie beating of  a Tell Tale heart.

I have probably missed a few things here, but hopefully I had hit the high points.  The production on “Four” is outstanding.  There is no filler here at all.  One of the things I like most about The Exploding Boy is that that they incorporate Gothic elements without trying to imitate the typical swirling, doomy drone of the late ’80s into ’90s.   Really, we’ve heard enough of  that.   The same with postpunk.  If I want to hear Joy Division I’ll throw on a Joy Division CD.   Time marches on.   The Exploding Boy manages to evoke that unsettled feeling that brings a sense of nostalgia to Goths of a certain age, while at the same time being dynamic and relevant.    It’s great driving music, and great headphone music too.    Just as important, the guys in the band are  friendly too.    Give them a listen.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fq66NreVQU

https://www.facebook.com/theexplodingboysweden


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Nov 30

Ira Wolf – Fickle Heart

by Edward, Filed under: Reviews

Originally from Montana, new folk singer/songwriter Ira Wolf  moved to Nashville in 2013, and completed her second tour in the fall of 2014. Ira Wolf’s  songs are based on her personal experiences.  “Fickle Heart” was just released in September.

With infectious fiddle and banjo, “Can’t Say” is catchy and energetic. There is a touch of Irish Folk in here, balanced with very contemporary layered vocals on the moving chorus. The steel guitar lends a nice Country vibe.

“Poison in my Veins” is slower and poignant. Militaristic percussion meshes well with languid bass and moody  guitar.  The song rises and fills out at about 3:00, with synth in the background. Vocals are smooth, yet incisive.

“Give a Damn Danny” features understated, yet edgy banjo and firm, strident percussion. “You want it all, but you know that ain’t fair/I keep saying don’t you come back around. but you turn on the charm and my guard is down.” Vocals are sincere and personal,  with the sudden swell of  the  chorus adding weight to the song before it closes.

“The Devil and Me”  gallops along with choppy, foreboding  guitar, sharp fiddle, and steady bass on this eminently danceable song.  Percussion emerges and sets the pace, while the  guitar evokes shades of the Eagles’  “Desperado” era.  Ira’s vocals are wonderfully fatalistic yet defiant.   “They told me that I was headed for the devil/I asked them what a life if you’re livin’ like you’re dead?” A bit of echo adds a dark touch.  “I was born to be a sinner/I was born to be free/I was born to dance with two left feet.” This is a great song, perhaps my favorite on the album.

“Won’t Talk” is a soft chronicle of a rather complicated relationship.  “I won’t talk and you won’t talk/and we’ll just walk away…” The song begins soft and mellow with a furtive air, but suddenly firm percussion and  and expertly layered vocals heighten a sense of sincere regret that is not quite enough to change anything.   The song will resonate with everyone who has faced conflicting emotions. Vocals are superb, and the subtle backing instruments are the perfect complement.

“In the Dark”  is fast paced and flowing, percussion driven with hypnotic steel guitar. Vocals are again superbly  layered, with an echo effect that gives the song an enigmatic feel.   “There are monsters  underneath my bed/keep me up and scared to death“  The “monsters” are ones of doubt and futility that we all face at one  time or another.

“Fickle Heart” has a Celtic cadence with clear, precise guitar that is reminiscent of some of the artists on the Windham Hill label but quite a  bit stronger.  Vocals are simple, yet powerful.  Backing guitar has some fine echo, which gives the song an otherworldly kind of vibe.  This is the right song to end the Cd.

Ira Wolf takes new folk in a different and quite refreshing  direction than most, with pleasing melodies and straightforward lyrics.  There is more strength here than is first apparent. The production is excellent, and it is obvious that the vision behind “Fickle Heart” was a solid one.  Fans of folk and rock alike will appreciate the clarity and intimacy of  “Fickle Heart” as well as Ira Wolf’s fine vocals.


http://irawolfmusic.com/.



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Nov 26

Brahma Bull – Leader of the Pack

by Edward, Filed under: Reviews

I usually don’t review singles, but there is a first time for everything.   “Leader of the Pack” is the first solo and video by Jeff McCool, AKA Brahma Bull,  founder of Moccasin Creek. I first discovered Moccasin Creek as few months ago and  was blown away. They have some truly great stuff that is on my permanent playlist.  “The South Never Died” is one of the most outstanding songs ever written!   I was deeply disappointing to have missed their local shows in my area, but that’s the breaks. They are growing more popular by the day, and I was very pleased to see Brahma Bull’s first single, which was released on may 30th.  I’m a little late, but I’ll do what I can to rep it  here.

The first time I heard “Leader of the Pack”, the lyrics jumped right out at me.  Anyone who has read any of my other reviews knows that I consider lyrics to be just as important as the music in a song.  If the lyrics don’t move me, the song doesn’t move me.  This ain’t no disco.   And Brahma Bull ain’t fooling around.  He  hits the mark from the very start:

“They said it couldn’t be done man that makes me laugh/ you can’t mix country, metal, southern rock, and rap / they were right, you can’t, I can, I will/you tried, you failed, I win, for real”

This echoed a topic that I had been thinking about for a while.  My girlfriend and I had quite a few discussions about this very thing,  so it was very cool to hear someone else write a song about it.  There seems to be a lot of elitism in music these days, and this has increased exponentially with the fragmenting of music into many niches and enclaves.    But it seems to have taken on a tone of meanness, where people are trying to exclude and ridicule others.  This has never been what music was about.   Sure, there should be some standards and definitions,  but this should be in the spirit of community, not snobbery.  In the end, all music is subjective.  It is all about how it makes you feel.  No one can say that their opinions are better than anyone else’s.  No one has to justify or explain why they like any particular music.

Anyway, a couple of months ago, C-Hubb of Redneck Souljers made a comment  on Facebook that hit the heart of the matter.  He said something to the effect that when he grew up listening to Classic Country and Rap too, and he didn’t think anything about it.  I know what he means, when I was growing up I listened to all different types of music.  The radio was more eclectic that today.   I listened to everything from Johnny Cash to Led Zep, and I didn’t think much about it either. People  liked what they  liked. “Nuff said.  Nobody sat around and insulted folks because of the music they listened to.

“Leader of the Pack” features a foundation of hard-hitting  metal riffs,  while Brahma Bull  delivers fervent rhymes commemorating  Country, Rap, and metal. References to Ozzy, Motorhead, Slayer, Black Sabbath, Kiss on one hand, and then LeeAnne Rimes, Willie,  David Allan Coe,  Billy Ray Cyrus ,and all three Hanks on the other hand show that that Brahma Bull is not just whistlin’ Dixie.  He has listened to music prolifically and his inspiration comes from many different sources.  He celebrates MUSIC.  Music is like your hometown. You might not like where you grew up, but it will always be a part of you.

I love the references that shoot through this song like a 30-06 in deer season, so fast that you’ll miss them if you’re not paying attention.  “Half drunk and hollow eyed….” And  “I go hard you’re soft, you’re limp, you biscuit” . And my favorite:  a little Stephen King, with “…Riddle me this….” He gets deadly serious with  “This stuff they call country makes me sick/all they sing about are big trucks and chicks/tell a story/write your own damn hits/Merle Waylon Johnny George and Coe would hate that shit.” This is exactly what some of the Country elitists who snubb Hick Hop are saying.  They need to realize that folks like Brahma Bull are on the same side as they are.   Everybody who loves Country doesn’t have to sound like the Possum or only listen to Classic Country.

Musically “Leader of the Pack” is tight and concise.  There is no “fashionable” sloppiness that characterizes a lot of music these days.  From the heavy guitar riffs to the piano that evokes a glimmer of Skynyrd,  its the perfect platform for Brahma Bull’s vocals.  Most important of all, this song is from the heart. Love it or hate it, it is straight up and genuine.

“Welcome to my jungle where the moonshine grows”. Hell yeah!   Check out Brahma Bull  (and Moccasin Creek, too.)


http://www.reverbnation.com/brahmabullofficial

https://www.facebook.com/jeff.mccool.54

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IxjbRNGHm0M

http://www.moccasincreekmusic.com/about%20us.html


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