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Monday, June 08, 2026

Something Old and Something New

Spotify recently served up a song by the Texas Gentlemen and it was really good so I surfed over to the full album, "TX Jelly," and it was really really good.  Turns out they've been around for almost ten years and I missed it.  

Some songs are straightforward southern rock.

But then they have some Pet Sounds influenced stuff like this song that includes fellatio from a ghost.

And they have a funky instrumental bop serving as the title of the album.

Other times they sound like Sir Douglas Quintet.

They also have some old school country and western songs.

I encourage you to take 49 minutes out of your life to listen to TX Jelly.  Based on the foregoing videos they clearly don't take themselves too seriously and I suspect their live shows are fun.  They are playing at the NorVa on June 14.  If only we had someone local to go see them to verify their Gheorgheness.

Similarly old and new is of Montreal's new album aethermead.  I say "old" here because it's their twentieth album--they've been around for thirty years!  As I mentioned in G:TB's one-and-done "beers bands and bars" podcast (which I can't find), of Montreal cannot be categorized musically.  They're all over the place.  As is this album, in terms of quality.  It's hit and miss.  I won't embed another litany of videos but this one song stood out to me as the answer to the question "What would it sound like if Steely Dan enlisted Greasetruck Studios to produce a song?"

Friday, October 21, 2011

Oooo Rev Ain't Right!

One of my favorite Ghostface songs is Wu Banga 101 which includes the stanza:

Bottles goin off in the church, we broke the wine
Slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooo! Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot"
Shirley fainted dead on the spot
Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot
Oh shit!
This might be a reference to the pastor married to this "Family Feud" contestant:



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