BOSTON GLOBE review of BEACHWOOD SPARKS “Desert Skies”

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The BOSTON GLOBE
Beachwood Sparks, ‘Desert Skies’
By Steve Morse

It’s often a mixed bag when bands dig out their first, previously unreleased studio tracks and thrust them upon the public. But in the case of Beachwood Sparks, these “lost” recordings are generally better than anything the band has done since. The Los Angeles-based psychedelic country-rock band has made some acclaimed albums for Sub Pop, but these 15-year-old, unmastered tracks from the vault are rawer and more fun, harder-rocking and less meticulously crafted. The group shows its debt to the Byrds’ trippy “Notorious Byrd Brothers” album (as on “Sweet Julie Ann” and “Canyon Ride”) but also bounce into garage-rock terrain with “Midsummer Daydream” and “Watery Moonlight,” which sounds like a lost Beau Brummels tune from a “Nuggets” compilation. Two songs here would go on to appear on their first Sub Pop album, both of them longer and looser. Singer-guitarist Chris Gunst comes into his own and Farmer Dave Scher excels on lap steel and organ. Beachwood Sparks fans will love this release.

PASTE review of BEACHWOOD SPARKS “Desert Skies”

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Beachwood Sparks: Desert Skies
By Eric Swedlund

The story of Beachwood Sparks is written across three albums of psychedelic Americana, a distinctly West Coast sound in the heralded tradition of The Byrds and Flying Burrito Brothers.

Now comes the prequel, an unexpected batch of long-shelved recordings that show the band less reliant on laid-back harmonies and bristling with more rock energy.

It may be no surprise to find the band at its wildest, loosest and most varied in the first phase of a trajectory that mellowed significantly in the course of three Sub Pop albums, but what marks Desert Skies as much as its distinct sound is the quality of its songs.

What’s most exciting about the record is the fact that these aren’t demos. Desert Skies isn’t a vault-clearing exercise that rounds up every stray scrap the band ever recorded. This is the album Beachwood Sparks, in the band’s earliest days, intended to release, recorded with an eye toward taking their heralded live show and rapid LA ascendancy and putting it on record.

And the band—a six-piece at the time—was as deep into 1980s and 1990s underground rock as it was the revered greats of earlier generations. All the core elements of Beachwood Sparks are here, but there’s also more, and less, at the same time.

A broader range of influences can be heard. The Byrds and Burritos are clear from the start, but strains of underground rock borrowed from Sonic Youth and Dinosaur Jr. are prevalent as well. And yet, the Beachwood Sparks hadn’t zeroed in on the identity that made the band memorable and instantly recognizable, instead sounding a bit scattered, not quite able to mold all the musical ideas they had into a cohesive whole.

Desert Skies is an eight-song LP, but with four bonus songs on the CD and digital versions that help tell the story. Of the bonus songs, three are different versions and indicative of what sort of decisions the band faced.

The two directions are both mapped. “Sweet Julie Ann” and “Canyon Ride” (the latter also re-recorded for Beachwood Sparks) are the most similar to what the band would become. Elsewhere, “Charm” is contained and catchy, and in both versions, “Make It Together” is straightforward in its Beatles influence.

“Desert Skies,” which would show up in another form as the lead song to the band’s 2000 self-titled debut, is represented twice, the two versions nearly as different from each other as they are from Beachwood Sparks.

But on the nearly eight-minute “Midsummer Daydream,” the wild side sounds just as promising, while “This Is What It Feels Like” pivots from a peppy throwback to British Invasion rock to an unhinged psychedelic jam, enough to question whether it’s the same band, let alone the same song.

Like any prequel, this brings its own set of “what if?”s. And it’s hard to imagine how differently the story of Beachwood Sparks would have played out if the band had chosen to follow Desert Skies.

FLITER review of BEACHWOOD SPARKS “Desert Skies”

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FILTER MAGAZINE
Desert Skies
By Daniel Kohn

After last year’s surprise return after 10 years on the sidelines, Beachwood Sparks have another unexpected treasure to unearth for fans. Recorded in 1997 with the original sextet, Desert Skies is technically the Sparks’ debut, a glimpse into the infancy of the psych-country outfit. The heavy chords of the album-opening title track are a surprising jolt, yet maintain the same breezy Laurel Canyon harmonies for which the band later became known. The rockin’ riffs continue throughout and, in fact, this “lost” record sounds less like a blueprint for a budding outfit and, instead, has the warmth of a freewheelin’ jam session between friends, blending throwback ’60s blues and psychedelia, especially on songs like “Watery Moonlight” and “This Is What It Feels Like.” It all raises the obvious question—why didn’t they release this thing in the first place?

LOS ANGELES MAGAZINE features BEACHWOOD SPARKS “Desert Skies”

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Beachwood Sparks Unearth a Lost Album Recorded 16 Years Ago
The L.A. alternative country pioneers unearth Desert Skies, an album they recorded in 1997 and nearly lost forever.
by Theis Duelund

When bassist Brent Rademaker met guitarist Chris Gunst at a party in Burbank in the mid-1990s, the two immediately bonded over their mutual love of ’70s West Coast country pioneers Flying Burrito Brothers. After working together in a string of more or less successful bands, Rademaker and Gunst founded Beachwood Sparks intending to explore that special brand of California country that emanates from the canyons and hills. Ever since, the band has existed in different iterations centered around the trio of Rademaker, Gunst, and multi-instrumentalist Dave Scher.

Reminiscent of The Byrds, The Eagles, and Flying Burrito Brothers, the psychedelic country rock of Beachwood Sparks has inspired countless other musicians. November 26 marks the release of the band’s fourth studio album, Desert Skies, even though it was recorded in 1997. Here are eight facts we learned about the alternative country trailblazers.

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The SOUND OF CONFUSION review of HOLLIS BROWN “Ride On The Train”

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Hollis Brown – Ride On The Train
Album review by jay@thesoundofconfusion.co.uk

Ten tracks, coming in under 40 mins and starting with the title-track. This is how albums used to be done, and it’s so good to see that Hollis Brown are keeping, keeping on with the good stuff. As already said opener ‘Ride On The Train’ is is a Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame master class filled with touchstones of Dylan, Petty, Springsteen. It tells us of leaving New York “trying to make it a rock n’ roll band”, but for all these classic American milestones wrapped up in the song, this feels bright, addictive and you can hear the freeing rattle of the wheels on the track, the wind in your face as you head out into that glorious land. Full of hope and excitement. Now we have a gem of a guitar refrain sliding through ‘Down On Your Luck’. Coming on like the Eagles “foolin’ around” with CSNY, this is the sweetest slice of Americana. All delivered with true style and a certain effortless panache.

Now we head up into Laurel Canyon with ‘When The Weather’s Warm’. A more laid-back track, draped in the hallmarks of The Band and Jackson Browne. But for all these touchstones, none of ‘Ride On The Train’ feels like a re-hash. It has a timeless, classic quality to it that means it could of come out of the sepia-tinged ’70s or surfaced in today’s inter-connected age. Like Ryan Adams, The Jayhawks or Johnathan Wilson it is testament to the power of simply superbly-crafted and masterfully delivered music. Next up is the gentle bar room shuffle of ‘Nothing & The Famous No One’. It is a deceptively simple and enchanting song that has your foot tapping and and you can not fail but to smile as the song skips along. The sweetest whistle takes you out on a charm. Then it all gets a little later in the evening, to the point where the intoxicants have us all in a state of looseness and abandon. The night is hot, sticky and sultry and so is ‘Doghouse Blues’. Riding in on a loose-limbed hound dog groove it will get you dancing with whoever has caught your eye. Then we are treated to the hit of sheer class that is ‘Gypsy Black Cat’. This has all the hallmarks of a thoroughbred slice of vintage American Rock. West, east-coast, it don’t matter when it’s as sublimely gracious and joyous as ‘Gypsy…’ is. A stand-out on the album.

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EXCLAIM review of LEFT LANE CRUISER “Rock Them Back To Hell”

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While it’s true that the two-piece blues-rock formula is close to played out, that hasn’t stopped Indiana duo Left Lane Cruiser from continuing to plumb the depths of backwoods sleaze. Freddy J IV and Brenn Beck clearly were feeling an itch to expand their sound as well and on this fifth album, their transition into a more fleshed out unit comes off almost flawlessly. Detroit garage rock production guru Jim Diamond has built a solid rapport with the group over their last couple of releases and on this latest effort manages to accentuate their solid grooves with a range of scuzzy sounds that will have fans of the early Fat Possum catalogue rejoicing. While the cover art by fantasy icon William Stout and opening track “Zombie Blocked” will have an obvious appeal to fans of a certain highly rated TV show, the rest of Rock Them Back To Hell! is pure Mississippi sludge, with Freddy J’s slide guitar squirming like an electric eel on “Jukebox” and “Paralyze Ya.” Even an attempt at a love song, “Coley,” leaves a rash-like sensation afterward, which is as it should be. This is by far Left Lane Cruiser’s best album to date. – Jason Schneider
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SOURCE: EXCLAIM