KZSC Album Reviews: Chloe by Matthew Azrieli

An EP (extended play) sits in the realm between a single and an album; anything from 2 to 6 songs qualifies. Matthew Azrieli’s “Chloe” is at the outer limit. Six indie folk rock love songs in a row, so it has an album feel to it anyway. Now, I will confess a strong dislike of love songs that do not have a tinge of sadness or pain in the lyrics. Fortunately for us, these songs are not kitten fluffy, and the words are backed up with musical skill and complexity. Oh baby, that trumpet was layered in just right. My first impression of the vocals not having enough range was wrong, especially when I got to the last track, Where Are You Tonight. The only track that fell flat for me was the shortest one, Baby It’s Hard (Not To Love You). It was an abrupt departure stylistically from the rest of the EP; an add-on. It did not seem as genuine as the other 5 tracks and should have been left out. Nonetheless, Matthew Azrieli and his crew are putting together some fine work. Relax your ear and tune it in.

– by David Anton Savage

KZSC Show Reviews: Mikal Cronin

The notion that Monday’s are destined to terminally suck, no matter what you do, can be quickly unraveled by a mad, impulsive dash up the Highway in search of adventure and rad tunes. Luckily for me, a surprise stop by renowned rocker Mikal Cronin at Felton’s dingy dive bar Don Quixote’s gave me the perfect opportunity to do just that. As I was soon to see for sure, Mondays don’t really get much better than sipping an ice cold beer and watching one of your favorite artists serenade you and 15 others in a quiet bar nestled far from any major metropolitan area.


I arrived with a buddy at Don Quixote’s shortly after opening, having been forced to backtrack due to a road closure on Highway 9. The vibe was tranquil; the bar was mostly empty, aside from a few regulars and the members of the band watching the Giants game on the Flatscreen in the corner. It was only 10 minutes after doors, however; who knows what could happen. So, like any warm-blooded American would do, we bought a beer and waited for the inevitable awesomness that would begin at any moment.
Opening for Mikal Cronin were Fine Points, a band that the singer described as “from San-Francisco… ish.” Sonically, they resembled a dope combination of Surfer Blood and White Fence; an amalgamation of indie-surf jams and shoegaze fuzz. The band members mostly refused to take their eyes off the floor, but the rowdy late-show stage presence of the rhythm guitarist/singer set the stage for Mikal Cronin, who came on after a punctual gear setup.
Cronin’s set, one of the more intimate concert experiences of recent memory, was above all else a testament to his rock n roll prowess. Opening with the first two tracks off his new album, MCIII (Out May 4th on Merge Records), Mikal and his band . He then went into an old favorite, “Apathy”, a catchy as hell fuzz-punk jam off his self-titled first record. He broke a string on his beautiful 12-string guitar towards the end, and immediately went about tuning it at the end of the song, whistling as he worked.
“We’re glad you’re here!” shouted a girl in the front row. At that point I counted 18 people, including myself, in attendance.
“Yea, thanks for coming!” Mikal said, still tuning his guitar. “This is a real chill show. Super intimate, I love it.”
The rest of Cronin’s set was a carefully calculated mix between favorites from his first two albums and potential hits off his newest release, MCIII. Released on May 5th from Merge Records, Cronin’s newest effort sees the culmination of the creative trends embarked upon on his last album, MCII. Venturing far from the Garage Rock scene that birthed him (Before launching a solo career he has consistently performed as part of Ty Segall’s backing band), Cronin’s album and live performance rejects the fuzzed-out norm of said scene in place of piano driven melodies, clean production, and a B-Side “Concept Album” of sorts, chronicling a critical juncture in the musicians life. Cronin also experiments with a variety of sounds on his new album, including the use of a Greek Instrument known as a tzouras. Once again, the album sees nearly all of the recording and songwriting credit going to Mikal, a clear indicator of his musical prowess.
The show continued to go on without a hitch, as the small audience was mesmerized at the very thought of practically being serenaded by such talent. Finishing off the set with the song “Change” from MCII, Cronin said his thanks and began to triumphantly walk off the stage. It didn’t take more than a second for the small crowd to begin politely demanding an encore. Mikal and co returned with wide smiles on their faces, as if they were fraternity kids about to get into some crazy shenanigans.
“Alright” he smirked, “We’ve NEVER played this live before. It’s a cover” His bassist looked at him cautiously, mouthing the words “dude, are we even tuned?” before laughing and letting out a satisfying “oh, fuck it lets do it!” What followed was a tremendous Cronin-esque cover of Big Star’s “Ballad of El Goodo”, a power pop staple, covered by a garage rock artisan. The set was one for the books as is, but this small addition really capped off the whole experience.
After the end, my friends and I got a chance to meet Mikal and his band out in front of the venue. It’s always fun getting to bullshit with a musician you’re really into, and his laid back demeanor went hand in hand with the intimate set we had just witnessed. We also pointed out that this date of the tour wasn’t even listed on his website, as a possible explanation to the small turnout.
“Oh… shit, I guess that explains it!” He laughed.
We left Don Quixote’s that night relatively pleased. We were not only content that we had just seen and met one of the pre-eminent musicians in the California Garage Rock world, but also stoked that we had officially made Monday, for lack of a better expression, our bitch.


– Written by Alec Whitson

KZSC Album Reviews: Ceremony – The L-Shaped Man

Ceremony, the very well celebrated punk band of Northern California (Rohnert Park to be specific) has put out their fifth studio album “The L-Shaped Man” on Matador Records. I must say, I was really impressed by this album especially in relation to how much of a departure “The L-Shaped Man” seems from their previous album “Zoo”.

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Album Review: Hotwire by Jeff Richman


Jeff Richman's latest release Hotwire.

Jeff Richman’s latest release Hotwire packs some funky punches but also contains restrained, ballad-like pieces of fusion.

As soon as the sprightly melody of “Hit Spot,” the first track of Jeff Richman’s latest album, emerges with electrifying excitement, you might expect a great jazz-rock fusion album that updates the genre from the early days of Miles and Zappa. The punching vamp reminds me specifically of Miles’s Tribute to Jack Johnson, reaching out with palpable spunk; but a gentle atmosphere still invites us, the listeners, in. But this is the most psychedelic or near psychedelic the album gets. Following the flight of “Hit Spot,” we land on the ground for a funky jam called “Seven Up.” It is a great start to an album that jams, grooves, flies, and ruminates.

Richman polished a funk-rock-jazz gem in “Oh, Yeah?” The hybrid nature of this song reflects the general album: plenty of wandering, hints of fury, and plenty of joy. This song sounds like a great jam edited down to the best parts. Elements of traditional jazz pop up in a few songs, but last only until Richman steps in with his guitar, a dominant feature of the entire slickly-produced album. That’s one gripe I have: a little more dissonance or wah-wah would have endeared this album more to youngsters. The first track on the album suggests a fairly brave, bold fusion but by the third track, it’s clear that this is not teenage angst-ridden jazz fusion. This is the kind you could drive with and zone out with pleasantly.

Jeff Richman’s fusion brews elements of music that are not threatening: rock guitar, funky bass lines, grooves with calm piano intros and new-age guitar-vocal harmony vamps. The stylish guitar soloing on the album is sublime and soaring at points, unimaginative and too restrained at others. One song, “Little Waves,” fits its title so well that you can imagine a bird’s eye view of a drive down Highway 1 with foam-crested blue massaging the cliffs. The enjoyable jams on the album make every revisit worthwhile.

Savage Reviews – “W.H.K.” Self Titled

At first glance this radio station would file the CD under K for Klink, but William H. Klink is not an individual. It is a five-man band from San Luis Obispo, California, and it is the name of their 2015 self-titled album; to be filed under W. Seventeen tracks of psych-punk with a whole lot of west coast surf vibe coming through, as well its share of lo-fi garage tracks. And, yes, there are a few tracks in the two minute range so often found in the punk genre, but this band is not afraid to riff off into a long instrumental. Check out track #4 of seven plus minutes, with an equally long name “Seabed and Dr. Chongs 4th Dimensional Transcendental Journey”. Now, it is true, I have never been sitting on a surf board stoned, watching the sets roll in, but I am sure it has happened a million times and the music of William H. Klink would be a sublime addition to such a moment; provided the right waterproof equipment was at hand. I will only give a thumbs down to track #11, “Drowning”, but so what, that leaves 16 tracks to enjoy. Besides, something always gets left behind in the wake.

Written by David Anton Savage, host of Unfiltered Camels on Mondays from 2-3 PM

KZSC Interviews – Rappin’ 4 Tay

KZSC’s DJ Jazzy Hefe this past week interview Rappin 4 Tay this past week. Go to our audio interview to hear about his time here in Santa Cruz.