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Tuesday, February 2, 2021

Crash Course Playlist, No. 12: Laura Jane Grace, the Devouring Mothers, and Pearl Charles Meet Amigo the Devil in a Bar

Dropping the sub-title into a Google image search....hey-oh!
And…we’re back to the playlist posts. And, between the hiatus and all the deletions, yes, this is just No. 12. Happily, I think I’ve got a workable formula this time. No, really.

First up, I’ve already written posts/little histories about a several of the bands/artists on the playlist during the past month - and, because those posts have links to songs and sources galore, I’ll just direct anyone who wants to learn more about or hear more from any of those bands/artists to those posts. In alphabetical order:

At the Drive-In: Rock Band Made Flesh

Derek (Clapton), the Dominos and "Layla" (Derek & the Dominos)

Jean Knight, "Mr. Big Stuff" and the Bakery

The Stranglers: Long, Slow and So, So Good

For what it's worth, those four posts come from two different projects...which is hard to explain here, so see the sidebar, I suppose. The rest of the playlist comes from all the other I’ve squeezed in over the past month…but I’ve only selected three for short introductions/little link-fests down below. I mention the dumber reason(s) for the limited selection down below, but the short reason is, they’re the bands/artists that interested me most. With that, let’s get to it…very likely in alphabetical order (shit…yes.).

Amigo the Devil, Love Songs by Serial Killers
An Austin, Texas-based purveyor in the rare “murderfolk” genre, Amigo the Devil is the brainchild of Danny Kiranos. I don’t recall how I backed into him, or which song I heard first, but it probably featured a banjo accompanying Kiranos’ (for lack of a better word) cold vocals (if I had to guess, though, it was “Hell and You”). He traffics in some dark shit - his earliest material imagines love notes from serial killers, which I didn’t pick up on, say, “The Dreamer” and “The Recluse” (through the eyes/heart of Ed Gein), but something I couldn’t miss in “Dahmer Does Hollywood.” Those songs show up as Volume 1 on Spotify, but (I think) they came into the world as EPs titled Manimals, Diggers and Decompositions. The themes only grow darker from there - e.g., the (alleged) suicide note he worked into a song (“First Day of the End of My Life,” which I also missed) - but Kiranos cuts the heartache with humor. And he’s less a “fan” of serial killers (or suicide), but sees both as extremes of lived experience people would do well to understand. As he explained “First Day of the End of My Life” to Kerrang (best read on him, btw):