LP Review: "Madness Is Too Pure" by MaidaVale

Madness Is Too Pure

Years ago, when St. Louis was soaked in both kinds of beer, Budweiser and Bud Light, some friends and I were into craft beer.

In the Fall, there was The Microfest that benefited Lift For Life Gym and we always attended. My first year, they had a Fosters booth.

Now, this was back in my 20's and we could drink back then. By the time we hit up that table, we were all gassed and passed and sassed. I took a sip, and spat it out.

Then I realized...did I really hate this beer that much, or was I just being funny? Another sip of this foul liquid was imbibed.

Shockingly, it was just that bad and again, it was spat out onto the cold cold concrete as the wailing cover band played Stevie Ray Vaughan's Pride and Joy....

Interview: MaidaVale

MaidaVale

For the last little while,we've been lucky enough to digest some new music from The Sign Records.

One of the latest and greatest bands these days is MaidaVale.

Hailing from Sweden, see below, they dazzled us with their debut record, Tales of the Wicked West. It's a psychedelic blues freakout from wayback that was just recorded.

Check it out if you haven't, and take some time to get to know them.

GM: Tell me about that capitalized V. What's its significance?

MV: The capitalized V is just because some other band had occupied the internet with "Maida Vale" when we started, and then we got used to it even though some of us are real perfectionists when it comes to spelling.

LP Review: "Tales of the Wicked West" by Maidavale

Tales of the Wicked West

There are times when our conversations yield some interesting omens.

Not two hours before this record began playing, my friend and I were knee deep in a conversation about rich rock stars and how as they age, the can become giant douches.

One in particular, whom I won't name, is very popular. He's been around for over 30 years in the sphere of popular, and mostly, quality music.

For the past 15 or so (HERE COMES LARGE SWATHS OF OPINION),  he's tried so desperately to be the second coming of Jimi Hendrix with his tales of love and such.

The problem is, as he grew up in an almost idyllic childhood in a virtual paradise, it's hard to see his claims as valid, unlike Jimi's as he grew up seeing the actual horror of life. It's kind of like the Spanish Inquisition, your confessions aren't genuine without torture.