Holy crow, the Count Hemmendorff album is such a find! The aesthetic here is 8-bit cartoon haunted house music and if that don't appeal to ya'... yer borin'! Imagine dungeon synth if the dungeon in question was Broomhilda's or eight instrumental versions of "Spooky Scary Skeletons" and yr almost there. Some tracks are clearly highlightier than others but there's probably no better Halloween party music (sorry Kim Petras.)
e: look I'm actually posting a link for this hopelessly obscure album in the post! That's a thing I do now! Maybe this way I'll have more than... zero readers. Maybe. Here's the link: Count Hemmendorff. Enjoy!
Saturday, December 28, 2019
Wednesday, December 25, 2019
Hartman, Workman, Trumpet Man, Queef
Terumasa Hino's album with Johnny Hartman isn't as good as his (Hino's) album with Reggie Workman, or, as good as Hartman's with Coltrane, natch, and, even if Johnny stretches out of his comfort zone to slight embarrassment by showing a pulse, it reminded me of how fucking immaculate he is - not only is he the only Great male jazz vocalist, he might be better than any of the ladies WHICH IS SAYING A FRICKTON OF A LOT. Dude could make my dad's panties melt. That was an unfortunate sentence.
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